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From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest)
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Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #19
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Buffyfic-digest Thursday, January 29 1998 Volume 02 : Number 019
In this issue:
Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Beta readers wanted
BUFFYFIC: Barbie Incident (3/5) by Kimela
BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
BUFFYFIC: Watching (1/1)
Re: BUFFYFIC: Slayer Be Slain ~ Part Three ~ Conclusion
BUFFYFIC: Life's A Journey, Not A Destination: Prologue
Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Watching (1/1)
Re: BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
BUFFYFIC: DISUSS: Slayer Be Slain
BUFFYFIC: Dream (1/1)
Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Dream (1/1)
Re: BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (10/?) by Ingrid
See the end of the digest for information on subscribing to the buffyfic
or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues.
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 06:55:39 EST
From: Daphne1784 <Daphne1784@aol.com>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Beta readers wanted
I would love to read your story!!
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 98 07:51:44 -0600
From: "Kimela M Wilker"<kwilker@allina.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Barbie Incident (3/5) by Kimela
Title: The Barbie Incident
Author: Kimela
Email: kimela@writeme.com
Disclaimer: Xander and Willow do not belong to me, I am just borrowing
them and will return them intact.
Rating: PG (PG-13 maybe)
Description: Xander recalls the "Barbie Incident" (for which he &
Willow "Broke up" when they were 5-yrs-old.)
The first 2 parts can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/4079
Reminder: Because it has been a long time since I last posted a
section of this story, I realized I should probably note that Xander &
Willow (in this section of the story, anyway) are only 5 years old...
Barbie Incident Part Three: Of Dreams and Dolls
When we got back to Willow's house, she immediately placed her doll in
the spot where she always put her most coveted toys...on top of the
monitor for her Commodore64. For a few minutes, she seemed intent on
just sitting and staring at the doll with an odd sort of fascination.
I didn't understand it...it was just a stupid old doll, and it was
ugly at that. But it did seem to please Willow, so I did my best to
fake enthusiasm when she asked what I thought of her choice.
"It's really..." there was an elongated pause as my mind frantically
searched for words that might pass as a compliment. All I could think
of was the old woman in the shop yelling about curses and mothers and
warnings. I finally blurted the first non-judgmental thing that came
to mind, "...happy!" Willow looked at me, confused. I swallowed
hard, trying to think up an explanation. "I mean it gives me a happy
just to know that you're so...happy...with the...happy doll," I
stammered.
Willow grinned widely, apparently accepting my ranting. "Thanks,
Xander!"
I was relieved when she dropped the subject of her doll and led me
back downstairs to the kitchen, where Mrs. Rosenberg was busy
preparing the popcorn. I always loved watching the way the tinfoil on
the Jiffypop pan got bigger and bigger, as if it were going to
explode, sending little popcorn bits throughout the room. I always
wondered if you let it cook just a little bit longer than the
directions said to if it really would blow up, but my mom never let me
find out. Somehow, I didn't think that Mrs. Rosenberg would, either,
so I didn't bother to ask. Instead, I waited until she pulled the
foil open with tongs and dumped the popcorn into a big bowl.
"Did you guys decide what you wanted to watch?" she asked as she
poured melted butter over the puffy white kernels. Normally, I would
have found it hard to resist reaching in to snag a handful, but right
then, my heart just wasn't in it. I didn't know why I was still
dwelling on the old woman's drivel, but for some reason, I just
couldn't get it out of my mind.
"How `bout The Wizard of Oz?" Willow suggested, gazing at me for
approval. Great...a movie with a wicked old witch...it was usually
one of my favorites, but I really wasn't in the mood for it. I
couldn't think of a good alternate, though, so I forced myself to
smile and nod.
"Why don't you go ask your dad if he would set it up for you. I'm not
so good with that gizmo yet."
"Oh, I know how to do it," Willow announced expertly. They had only
recently acquired a VCR, but she had already mastered the thing. "All
you do is you put the tape in and--"
"That's great, honey. Go get your dad to help. Alexander, you stay
here and help me with this popcorn, huh?" Willow frowned slightly,
but turned and headed for the family room, where her father was
watching the tail end of the game. As soon as she was out of the
room, Mrs. Rosenberg turned to me.
"How are you doing?" she asked, looking concerned. I watched as she
started sprinkling salt on the popcorn.
"I'm okay," I assured her. "Just kind of tired."
"Good," she smiled warmly as she picked up the bowl and turned toward
me. I started to smile back when I realized that she was still
pouring seasoning into the bowl. For a moment I stood, transfixed as
I watched her shake more and more salt onto the already coated
popcorn. I briefly wondered if she realized what she was doing, but
before I got a chance to remind her, I caught sight of her face. The
smile was gone and she was staring at me with a wild look. "Why
didn't you listen to me, boy?" she croaked in a raspy voice.
I blinked. That hadn't really happened...had it? Mrs. Rosenberg
never sounded like that. I had to be imagining things. "What?"
She stepped closer still staring at me insanely as she continued to
dump more seasoning into the bowl. "I told you not to let your
little friend take that doll, but you wouldn't listen to me, would
you?" she spat, her voice sounding exactly like the old woman from the
shop. "Now you'll be sorry! You'll watch as she takes over and
you'll be helpless to stop her!"
I kept backing away, but I was so nervous that I tripped over my own
feet and fell, hitting my head on the corner of one of the kitchen
chairs as I went down. I could see Mrs. Rosenberg's shoes as she
shuffled toward me. "Alexander?" I heard her call, as if from a
distance. "Alexander, are you okay?" And then she was kneeling over
me, a worried expression on her face. "Can you sit up?" Her voice
was back to normal and there was nothing about her that would indicate
that moments ago she had been spouting out psychotic warnings about
her daughter's doll. Maybe I truly had imagined the whole thing?
As I slowly sat up a wave of nausea washed over me. Mrs. Rosenberg
lifted me from the floor and set me on the edge of the counter. I
winced as she gently explored the bump that was already rising on the
back of my head. "That's quite a bump you've got there. Let's get
some ice on that. Want to tell me what happened?"
"I'm okay," I replied, dodging the question.
She smoothed the hair out of my face and smiled at me. "Why don't you
go on in and sit down. I'll bring you some ice for that lump." She
helped me down from the counter and ushered me out of the kitchen.
I headed to the family room, still feeling a little woozy from my
fall. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something moving,
but when I turned to look, nothing was there. Maybe I was going
crazy? One thing I was sure of, I wasn't going to sleep that night.
The stupid old woman and her insane warning about that dumb doll were
going to give me nightmares.
I was wrong about not sleeping. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep
before the movie was even half over. I woke briefly as Mr. Rosenberg
lifted me to carry me up to bed, but was asleep again before we even
reached Willow's room. As I suspected, my dreams were plagued with
images of the old woman.
At first, she only appeared in the corner of my vision. No matter how
I turned, I could never see her fully. As the dream progressed,
however, she slowly began to take over entirely, filling my mind with
images of her chasing me, grabbing at me.
"You have to listen to me, boy," she called, almost pleading with me.
"Leave me alone!" I cried, still running away through the darkness.
She suddenly appeared in front of me and I couldn't stop myself from
crashing into her.
"You'll have to destroy her, boy, before she takes over!" she screamed
at me, jolting me awake again. I glanced over at Willow's Commodore
and was astonished to find that the doll was not there.
I bolted upright and started scanning the room for the missing toy.
It was poised on Willow's nightstand, looming over her and glowing a
ghostly green. I blinked, hoping that I was still dreaming and that
when I opened my eyes the doll would be normal. It was still there,
and it was still glowing eerily. It may have been my imagination, but
I could swear that it was grinning at me, taunting me.
I lunged across Willow, and grabbed the doll. I'm not sure what I had
been intending to do, but whatever it was, it didn't happen. As my
hand closed around the doll, I could hear a faint sizzle and felt the
flesh on my palm start to burn. I threw the doll away from me as hard
and as fast as I could, not bothering to watch where it landed.
I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out and clutched at my burnt
hand. My mind raced, figuring out what my next move should be.
Whenever I got burnt at home, mom would always make me hold ice on the
injury, so I figured that I should probably do that this time, too.
Not wanting to explain the wound-I would only sound crazy-I slipped
quietly from the bed, careful not to wake Willow. I hurried
downstairs to the kitchen, pushed a chair over to the refrigerator,
and climbed up so that I could reach the ice bin in the freezer. As I
reached to grab for the ice, I actually looked at the wound for the
first time.
My hand wasn't just red where I had touched the doll; it was glowing,
as if it were on fire. I stifled the scream that formed in my throat.
It was strange, because it looked as though my hand should hurt
tremendously, but save for a slight burning sensation, I hardly felt
it at all. What had the doll done to me? And what if it was doing
the same thing to Willow? Why hadn't I stuck around at least long
enough to make sure the doll was gone...I had to get back upstairs!
Forgetting about the ice, I dashed up the stairs and into Willow's
bedroom. To my horror, the doll was again looming over my friend and
they were both glowing. It had grown larger somehow, and was now
nearly the same size as Willow-who looked a lot smaller than I
remembered her to be. The doll's arms were raised toward the ceiling
and a faint blue lightning bolt seemed to jump from one plastic hand
to the other...actually, the hands didn't even look plastic. Nor did
the face, I realized as I cautiously moved to get a better look. It
looked more like a human being than a toy. Its lips were moving as if
it were chanting...it was probably casting some sort of spell to take
over Willow! The old woman was right-I had to stop it!
As I lunged forward to try to knock the "doll" away from my sleeping
friend, I caught sight of my glowing hand and had second thoughts. I
decided that I should probably try a different tactic. I grabbed a
book from Willow's desk and lobbed it at the iridescent being. The
book never reached its mark. Instead, the doll seemed to sense what
was coming and at the last moment whirled to block the attack. A bolt
of the blue lightning struck the book and blasted it right back at me,
nailing me in the head before I even saw it coming.
The blow must have dazed me because the next thing I knew, the now
child-sized doll was standing over me, its eyes blazing with fury.
Its hand lashed out and gripped me by the neck, squeezing with
impossible strength. I tried to cry out, but no sound could escape.
I couldn't breathe. "Stay out of my way, child, or I will kill you,"
it threatened. "I can't have you breaking my concentration. You're
fortunate I don't have my full strength yet or I'd do it now...I may
need you yet." It released its hold and I gasped for air.
For a few moments I was unable to move, terrified into a stupor. Then
I realized that the doll was once again going after Willow. I leapt
up and chased after it. As I suspected it was once again hovering
over Willow, chanting.
"You can't have her," I bellowed as I tackled it, bringing us both
crashing to the floor on the other side of the bed. A furious cry
emitted from the doll as it lashed out at me, striking me across the
face. I yelped and tried to roll away from it only to find myself
pinned on my back with the doll glaring down at me. It no longer even
resembled a child's toy. Its face was twisted in a grimace that was
pure evil.
"I warned you, boy," it growled as it reached up and grabbed the
pillow from the top of the bed, pulling the blanket down with it,
covering us. Before I even figured out what was happening, the pillow
was thrust over my face and the doll bore down on it with its full
strength. I couldn't breathe! I flailed my arms and tried to push
the thing off of me, but with each passing moment I felt myself
getting weaker and weaker.
Then all at once I felt the weight lifted from me. The bedspread and
pillow were tossed aside and I found myself staring up into the
worried face of Mrs. Rosenberg. I gulped in the air, filling my
lungs. Mrs. Rosenberg lifted me up and sat down on the edge of the
bed, pulling me into her lap. "Its okay, honey," she whispered. "It
was only a dream, sweetie..."
A dream? Didn't you see the--I glanced back at the floor and was
stunned to see the doll back in its original form. It was just a
harmless little piece of plastic. I blinked back the tears that were
trying to form. It had to have happened! It was all so real!
"What happened?" I heard Willow ask in a frightened voice.
"Don't worry, honey. Alexander had a nightmare and fell out of bed.
That's all. Go back to sleep." For the next several minutes Mrs.
Rosenberg just sat and held me, comforting me. When she felt that I
was calmed down enough, she set me back down on the bed and pulled the
sheet up to my chin. She kissed me lightly on the forehead. "Now go
back to sleep, honey." She ruffled my hair and smiled down at me
warily.
As soon as her mother left the room, Willow rolled toward me and
looked me over appraisingly. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine..." No, I wasn't. I could have sworn that it had happened.
I could still feel the hands clutching my throat and the burning in
my hand. It couldn't have been a dream..."Just fine."
She grinned. "So, are you tired?" she asked.
I was, but I didn't think I'd ever get back to sleep...not with that
doll in the room. "No."
"Good, want to play a game or something?"
"Sure," I replied. At least it would keep my mind off of...things. I
swung my legs out of bed and planted them on the floor. As I stood up
I again caught sight of the doll. It looked harmless enough now, but
it still made me nervous. I forced myself to look away. "So what do
you want to play?"
"Monopoly?" she suggested. Perfect, that would keep us up for hours.
I nodded. I watched as she padded to the door and peeked out to make
sure the coast was clear. She waved for me to follow and disappeared
into the hallway.
I started to follow, but then I saw something move from the corner of
my eye. I whirled to stare at the doll. I could have sworn that it
had moved a few inches. Perhaps it was my imagination...perhaps not.
I wasn't going to take the chance. I reached down and picked it up.
"Stupid doll," I muttered as I shoved it into Willow's toy chest. I
closed the chest and latched it shut. "Get out of that one." That
accomplished I immediately felt infinitely better. Mission
accomplished; disaster averted.
Looking back I should have realized that it couldn't be that easy.
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 10:32:54 EST
From: "The Mistress" <mattacks@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
Hey. I've got a story, a sequel to one I posted on Slayerfanfic.com, and
I need someone to Beta read the first section. It's entitled Prom Night
In (or From, whichever sounds better) Hell. (Though, technically
there's not much of a prom)
Karras
______________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 10:37:15 EST
From: Isis212 <Isis212@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Watching (1/1)
TITLE: Watching- but then the characters started talking (darn them!).
Ruined the whole darn concept. IOW, need new name. Help!
AUTHOR: Aramat- that's me!
EMAIL: Aramat330@aol.com
RATING: G- Cinderella kissed Prince Charming longer
SUMMARY: Angel takes a moment to observe Buffy, the regular girl.
DIST: Ask and you shall recieve. After I edit.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! It makes me happy.
DISC: I don't own BtVS or it's delightful characters. That guy Joss
and some guys called the WB do.
Note: This takes place before S/I.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angel watched Buffy from the shadows. She was on the dance floor,
dancing and laughing with Willow and Xander. Even though he knew
she was expecting him he was reluctant to intrude on her time with her
friends.
His eyes moved to the redhead and he smiled. She stood slightly off
to the side watching, an amused smile on her face, as Xander executed
his unique style of dancing on the floor. She was a good friend to Buffy.
And to him. They hadn't had much contact but he knew he could consider
her a friend.
Next his gaze fell on Xander. He couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped
him as he watched the boy coax a very reluctant Willow to dance. Although
he hated to admit it, he was glad Xander was there for Buffy.
Once again, he fastened his eyes on Buffy. Looking at her now,
surrounded by her friends, he could almost believe she was the normal
teenager she wanted to be. He was glad she still had moments that made
her forget, however briefly, about her real life. He was glad that she was
happy. It was what she deserved.
He waited a few minutes more before stepping out of the shadows.
Almost immediately Buffy looked his way. When her eyes met his,
she smiled. He couldn't but smile in return. She turned to Willow,
said something that caused the girl to smile, and then worked her way
over to him.
"Hi," she said when she'd reached him. "I've been waiting for you. I was
starting to worry."
Angel was touched by her concern for him. "You were having so much
fun I didn't want to disturb you."
Annoyance flashed in her eyes, and Angel smiled. She grabbed his
hand and dragged him into the crowd.
"Don't you know by now that I'm never completely happy unless I'm
with you?," she asked as they danced. "You're important to me. You
make me happy."
He smiled. He'd never realized she felt that way. It was good to hear.
He wrapped his arms around her holding her close as they swayed to
the music. Leaning down he whispered in her ear, "Never?"
She laughed and nodded. "Never," she answered, smiling. "My circle's
not complete without you."
Angel lifted her chin so that her eyes met his. He leaned down and
pressed a light kiss to her lips.
"I'm glad I make you happy," he said softly. "You make me happy too."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, should I ditch the talking part? They weren't supposed to talk! I
didn't want them speaking, but noooo. Buffy had to go over and start a
conversation. And then Angel, being so unable to resist her charm,
decided he wanted to talk too. They wanted to do more but I put my
foot down (and my pen) and said no way! This is my story and no one
talks unless I want them to. So, I ask again, should I ditch the talking
part?
Aramat!- Yes, I am crazy! But I'm not insane.
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 11:33:00 -0600
From: Tannim Umoren <backlash@tbcnet.com>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Slayer Be Slain ~ Part Three ~ Conclusion
This was great! I loved the way you had Buffy as a vampire! I loved how
they tormented willow. The fact that Buffy was weak was a good Idea as
well. I mean if a new vampire is just as strong as a 500 yr old vampire
that just doesn't seem right. Any way I am looking forward to more stories
from this buffyverse. I would especially like to see Buffy's visit to
Willow from Will's point of view. Anyway very good fic. Keep up the good
work!
Now if you'll excuse me,
I need to go back to the....
...all concealing lurker-type shadows :-)
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 11:52:51 -0600
From: Penny Horwitz <plhorwi@rs6000.cmp.ilstu.edu>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Life's A Journey, Not A Destination: Prologue
Title: Life's a Journey, not a Destination
By: Pen Horwitz [plhorwi@rs6000.cmp.ilstu.edu]
Series title: Unknown as yet... [Yes there will be at least two more on
the way]
Genre: Horror/Suspense
Historian's notes: This takes place ten years after BtVS. All the events
in first season, and the events up to Surprise occurred in this
alternate timeline.
Disclaimer: Buffy, Willow, Angel, Xander, Giles, and the rest of the
Sunnydale gang aren't mine. They belong to Joss and the nice people at
Mutant Enemy. I'm not making any money off this so please don't sue. And
please don't repost this without asking me first.
Distribution: Anya has dibs on this
Feedback: Yes, please!
Spoilers: Possible for all episodes up to Act 3 of Surprise.
Summery: It is 2008, ten years after the death of Buffy Summers, and a
new Slayer has been called. Who she is remains a mystery that Rupert
Giles and Willow Rosenberg must solve before it is too late
Prologue
Willow Harris sat staring at the candle. It was hard to believe that
even after ten years one of the best friends she had ever was gone. She
missed Buffy fiercely at times, and had become involved with the
Watchers as a sort of remembrance of her friend. The ringing telephone
snapped her back to reality. She picked up the receiver and cradled it
to her ear. "Harris residence."
"Oh thank God, Willow, I've been trying to reach you forever."
The cultured British voice was one she'd recognize to her dying day.
"Giles?"
"Willow, Kendra's dead." Giles' voice quivered with rage. "Bloody
bastards. They cut her down like an animal."
Willow's mind was racing. "Has the next Slayer been called?"
Her question snapped her old mentor and friend out of his fury. "We
don't know who she is, Willow. All the signs point to a re-emergence of
the danger of the Hellmouth, and that the Slayer is here, but I have no
idea where." A note of defeat snuck into Giles' voice as he spoke.
"Willow, I'm not sure if I'm up to this anymore. I'm getting too old,
plus there's Brigid to deal with."
Willow smiled at the thought of the sprite-like child Giles had become
guardian of. "How is she? She's sixteen now, right?"
"Oh, yes." Giles' tone shifted from defeated to besieged. "And I thought
being a Watcher to a sixteen year old girl was bad. That sweet little
six year old who was the apple of my cousin's eye has become an unholy
terror worse than vampires."
Willow was sympathetic. She and Xander didn't have any kids yet, but she
had seen it in her own family enough to understand. "No more nightmares
though?" she asked.
Giles went silent for a moment. "Her's or mine?" He sighed, and Willow
remembered how painful it was for him to talk about it. Of all of them,
Giles felt the most responsible for what had happened. It had been his
family Buffy had died trying to save from Spike and Drucilla. Of his
cousin Abbey's family, only Brigid Giles survived that night. Willow had
been lucky, she hadn't seen Buffy being brought out of the warehouse
with third degree burns over her entire body, cradling a small
frightened child in her arms.
"Both." She said, her voice brimming with compassion.
"Brigid hasn't had nightmares for 6 years. Mine, on the other-hand,
never end. I can't do this alone, Willow. I can't train another girl to
go to her death. I need your help."
Willow took a deep breath. Her first assignment as a Watcher. She knew
this would come someday, and she hoped Xander would understand. "I'll be
there. Can you make arrangements?"
___________
Giles spoke with Willow on little things for a while longer, playing
catch up, complaining that Xander's last novel portrayed him as overly
stuffy, talking about his worries of what the new Slayer might face.
What he didn't tell his young friend, was he had been reading through
both the Watcher diaries and the Slayer prophecies, and they were much
more dire than he had imagined. He knew that Drucilla anchoring herself
to the essence of the Hellmouth would have lasting repercussions, but
nothing like what the books were saying. At last he bid Willow farewell
and sat back down at his desk. The Pagamon Codex lay open before him.
The most detailed Slayer prophecies pointed to a young woman unlike any
other Slayer before her. They had tested all the other Chosen, and none
of them seemed to be the one they were searching for. He looked at the
clock, 10:00 PM. He glared at the time piece as it mocked him. He hadn't
slept since the news of Kendra's death had reached him over twenty four
hours ago. He needed to sleep. Rupert dragged himself from his work,
knowing it would still be there when he woke. He entered sleep as soon
as his head hit his pillow. And with sleep came the nightmares which
played out his failure before his eyes.
_________________
"Buffy, you cannot go!" Giles yelled at her as she picked up the
crossbow from the library weapons closet.
"Damn it, Giles. It's my fault Abby and Brigid were taken. I should have
killed Drucilla in the Sunset Club when I had the chance." Cold fury
painted her face with shadows and she pointed to the box that had just
arrived. "For all we know Abby's dead, and you said that the last ritual
to seal Drucilla to the Hellmouth needs innocent blood, so at least
Brigid should still be alive." The Slayer hoisted the bag of supplies
onto her shoulder and made for the door.
Giles raced after her. "I'm coming with you." Before she could protest
he forged ahead. "I've been trained in self defense, and I've slain
vampires before. Buffy, Brigid is the only blood family I have left in
this world. If something happened to her, or to you and I could have
prevented it..." He shook his head. "I'd never forgive myself."
"All right, Giles." Buffy laid a hand on her Watcher's shoulder. "Let's
go get your family back."
It hadn't been hard for Buffy to track the vampires down. And when they
arrived they found themselves staring down at a nightmarish perversion
of a royal court. Abby was there, no longer the beautiful vibrant woman
that Rupert had grown up with. Now a demon stalking her own child,
grinning maliciously as the tiny girl sobbed in heartrending fear and
struggled to free herself from her bonds. Reigning over the whole scene
was Drucilla, with Spike at her side, looking every inch the Demon
Queen.
The rest was a blur as Giles watched the events from outside himself. He
saw one of the ceremonial candles fall into the ornate drapery
surrounding Drucilla's throne, and then consume Drucilla herself. He
remembered Buffy pushing him through the door, and diving back into the
inferno to save Brigid. And then the end came as Buffy stumbled out of
the blaze, burned and battered, arms wrapped around the unconscious
child. He reached out weeping, knowing he couldn't change anything.
"NO!" Giles woke from the dream, and sobbed as the dispair he had locked
away since Buffy's death returned.
End Prologue
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"That's it. I'm tired of this Mr. Nice Guy crap. She's going to know
fear. She's going to know pain, and _then_ I'm going to kill her!"-Angel
"Life's a Journey, Not A Destination"
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 11:53:31 -0600
From: "Michelle" <Arthemise@geocities.com>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Watching (1/1)
This was a great story! Nice to enjoy a simpler time when Angel and Buffy
still loved each other. We never knew when we had it so good. The talking is
just fine, completely appropriate for the ending. Leave it just as it is.
:-)
Michelle
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 98 10:30:13 -0600
From: "Kimela M Wilker"<kwilker@allina.com>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
Hi, I would love to be a beta reader for you, and would have sent this to you
directly, but your email was not posted anywhere in your note.
Since I am posting to the entire list with this reply, I would just like to take
a moment to invite you all to visit a great Fanfiction site that a friend of
mine started. It is devoted to the Slayerettes and is located at
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/4079 and it is run by Zak Zandarah. I
know she does not belong to any of the mailing lists, so if you have a
Slayerette story (one that focuses on Xander, Willow, or Cordy) that you would
like to post on her site, you can email her at zandarah@geocities.com, or visit
her site and you can send her stories from there.
Kimela
kimela@writeme.com
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Subject: BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
Author: <buffyfic@xmission.com > at smtpgate
Date: 1/29/98 10:32 AM
Hey. I've got a story, a sequel to one I posted on Slayerfanfic.com, and
I need someone to Beta read the first section. It's entitled Prom Night
In (or From, whichever sounds better) Hell. (Though, technically
there's not much of a prom)
Karras
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 16:03:48 -0500
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISUSS: Slayer Be Slain
Marvelous work. Great illustration of the bond between Angel and Buffy.
My only complaint is the abrupt ending. I wanted to know what happened
afterwards!
- -Ingrid
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 16:28:09 EST
From: Isis212@aol.com
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Dream (1/1)
Hi gang!
I know it's been a week since S/I but I just remembered this story. I wrote
it a couple of weeks before the big two part ep and since it kinda fits I
thought I'd post it. Now, keep in mind that I wrote this *before* S/I.
I had no idea what was going to happen. I wrote this because I wanted
to satisfy my curiousity. I'll let you guess what I was curious about.
Anyway, read on and enjoy.
TITLE: Dream
AUTHOR: Aramat!
EMAIL: Aramat330@aol.com
DIST: Ask and you shall recieve. After I edit.
RATING: PG - to be safe.
SPOILERS: just a brief reference to PG.
FEEDBACK: Pretty please? With sugar on top? And a cherry? Maybe
some nuts? Oh, and can't forget the whipped cream!
DISC: I don't own these wonderful people. They are the property of Joss
Whedon and the WB. I just use them because I can not make up
characters of my own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dream
Buffy scanned the cemetery, searching for the vampire she knew was
there. He was close, she could sense him. There was an energy that
radiated from him, a power she could feel deep inside her. He was strong,
very strong. The fight would not be easy.
She focused all her attention on him, blocking out every sound, every
sight that would distract her attention from him. There was silence as
she concentrated solely on him. She could feel his presence surrounding
her. For a moment she was overwhelmed. She had never felt this way
before during a hunt. She had complete confidence in her abilities to
destroy the undead. The only time she had ever felt fear this great was
during her fight against the Master. But somehow this feeling of dread
was even stronger than that. For the first time she truly doubted her
ability. How could she fight someone so strong?
But she had to fight. Somehow she had to find the power inside herself
to defeat this predator. She stopped, closing her eyes, and focused on
him. All she allowed her mind to dwell on was destroying him. She
heard a whisper of sound and she turned to her foe.
She gasped, surprised, when she saw Angel emerge from the shadows.
When, finally, her heart stopped racing uncontrollably she stepped
forward to greet him. But the words of welcome died on her lips.
There was something different about him. She knew it as sure as she
knew the sun would rise in the morning. As she and Angel stood there
watching each other, she knew soething had changed. None of the
things she usually associated with Angel, safety, security, love, none
of those things were present. It their place was something darker,
something dangerous.
Her other indication that things were not right was the look in his eyes.
She wasn't quite sure it was hate, but she knew for a fact it wasn't love.
The look in his eyes was impassive, but behind the indifference there was
something predatory. It scared her.
Buffy took a step back and Angel smiled at her obvious distress. But
when Buffy looked up she realized smile was too nice a word for the
expression on his face. It was more a baring of fangs, his lips curled
in enjoyment of her fear. It was then that Buffy realized exactly what
was going on.
She reached for the stake in the sleeve of her jacket, holding it her
hand taking comfort in it's presence. Holding the thick wooden stick
in her hand she felt slightly reassured that if something happened she
would be ready. She looked back up at Angel, who was watching her
intently. She wanted to speak, to find out what had gone wrong, but
she couldn't find the words. Watching him watch her, the eyes, the face
that she'd spent so much time dreaming about, she felt some of her
resistance fade away. But not all.
As he walked toward her, each step slow and graceful, she found that
words weren't the only thing that had abandoned her. Watching him
warily, she found that all her instincts had left her. All she could do was
stand there as he walked casually to her, his eyes darkening with some
unidentifiable emotion. Her mind went blank, her body went numb.
Everything she'd ever learned as the Slayer fled. She was now a regular
girl, helpless and scared. She knew what was coming.
She closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable, wishing he would be
swift in his killing of her. But he didn't. His next moves surprised her.
Angel reached her and he lifted a hand to touch her cheek. Buffy, not
expectiing the contact, closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, absently
rubbing her cheek against his palm. She felt Angel take her face in his
hands, sensed him lean down close to her. When his lips met hers she
gasped at the familiar sensation and Angel took full advantage. As he
deepened the kiss, Buffy wrapped her arms aorund him pulling him close
to her, losing herself in his warmth. His hands slid down her body before
wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. They stood
there together, lost in each others arms, their passion rising to a higher
level.
Buffy was so caught up in the sensations she'd forgotten that she was
supposed to fear this vampire. So lost, she never questioned as his
questing mouth journeyed seductively to her throat, never noticed his
face shift, never noticed his fangs extend. It was only when his teeth
pierced her smooth flesh, sinking deep into her neck that she find the
strength to fight back.
As Angel fed lesuirely from her, she gripped the once forgotten stake
and, with every ounce of strength she had left, plunged it through his
back and into his heart. And as he dissolved into a cloud of dust she
fell to the ground beside him, unconcious.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy awoke from the nightmare slowly. She sat up in bed and was
assaulted by images of she and Angel staring into each others eyes,
she and Angel wrapped in a passionate embrace, Angel plunging his
fangs into her neck, her ramming a stake into his heart. She felt tears
well in her eyes as she recalled Angel's death and her body beside his
ashes. But she refused to cry. Laying back down, she closed her eyes,
willing sleep back to her. After moments of trying, sleep finally rose to
claim her and, as she felt herself drift away, she whispered to the
darkness that it was just a dream.
The End
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Hope you liked it! And this time they didn't speak. (Few will get this joke.)
Aramat!
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 19:38:48 EST
From: LMcint6188@aol.com
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Dream (1/1)
In a message dated 98-01-29 17:24:11 EST, Isis212@AOL.COM writes:
<< Hope you liked it! And this time they didn't speak. (Few will get this
joke.)
Aramat! >>
I got it!!
Very well writen... I liked it alot!
Lins
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 21:03:24 EST
From: "The Mistress" <mattacks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: BuffyFic: Beta request
Heck, I'll just send Part One to the list. :)
Expect it soon.
Karras
mattacks@hotmail.com
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Date: Thu, 29 Jan 1998 21:23:32 -0500
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (10/?) by Ingrid
DISCLAIMER:
I claim no rights to the characters mentioned from "Buffy
the Vampire Slayer, " including Drusilla and Spike.
They are used w/o permission, and rightfully belong
to the WB, Joss Whedon, Sandollar Productions
& Mutant Enemy.
SUMMARY: Part 10, more Spike Drusilla stuff.
(Alternate Buffy universe.) If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs cause you havenÆt read the other parts. If
you want to get this, send me mail at
Ingrid29@juno.com.
WARNING: A bit twisted. DonÆt read if you canÆt
stand the mention of blood. - heh heh! I made a joke!
Proceedà
***
"One VampireÆs Headacheà" Part the Tenth
***
Spike walked on, ever so slowly. Something was hovering over
him, clouding his brain, and hindering his sharp mind. Drusilla
began to sing to a doll, slowing the lullaby to half time, dragging
out the verse, and twisting the syllables with her faint voice:
"Rock-a-bye b-a-by on the tree t-o-p
When the wind bl-o-ws the cradle will r-o-ckà"
The melody curled itself through SpikeÆs mind, becoming more
and more muddled as she sang.
"When the bow bre-a-ks, the cradle will f-a-llà"
He was dizzy, and his skin was itching.
"And down will come b-a-by, cradle and a-ll!" Dru dropped her doll
suddenly.
"Spike?"
"What is it, love?"
"I don't feel good. I can't think like this! Where's my dolly?"
Spike bent down and picked up the porcelin statuette. He handed it to
her, watching her tuck it into her dress.
Her long tresses blew carlessly about her as she pressed forwards. After
a long silence, she seized his arm.
"Sit. I need to sit. Here," she commanded, pulling him to the edge of the
grass. He looked on as she dropped her head on his shoulder. He had
intended to stay awake, but found himself slowly drifting off after her.
*Just a little nap,* he thought as he closed his eyes...
***
"If you think I know where IÆm going with this story, youÆre sadly
mistaken!"
- -Ingrid
(Next part will be Buffy/Angel)
Write to me at Ingrid29@juno.com.
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