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Buffyfic-digest      Wednesday, February 4 1998      Volume 02 : Number 027



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Nightmare At The Hellmouth (2/13)
       BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 0/3 - Notes
       BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 1/3
       BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 2/3
       BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 3/3

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Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 22:01:51 EST
From: "The Mistress" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Nightmare At The Hellmouth (2/13)

Title:Nightmare At The Hellmouth
Author: EA Karras
Email address: [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT:   Anya has a different version (script format)
For this version: Anya,, possibly Zandarah. Also me. Others please ask.
FEEDBACK:   All comments/opinions and suggestions.
Rating: Maybe Between PG 13 and R
Spoilers: None, that I see
Disclaimers:  Nightmare On Elm Street belongs to Wes Craven and New Line
Cinema.   Buffy: The Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy
and The WB.  Jack Mender, the premis of the Dream Slayer and Dr. Vandari
belong to me.



Part Two: "The Seven Gates"

Springwood Asylum for the Criminally Insane
December 23rd, 1941

It had been three long months since Mender had been unceremoniously
recruited by the watcher called Merrick.  Three months in which his
"free" time at the Asylum was spent training with Merrick.  The watcher
had attempted to ensure that no drugs were used on Mender, who the
patients referred to as Jack (A nickname Mender had become quite fond
of), and the doctors had referred to as The Fallen One, a reference to
his past as a seminary student.

In his training, Mender had not been very strong. This angered Merrick
to no extent, and he defintely let it show.  "Try a little harder, Jack.
You've got to be strong enough to fight these..."

Mender glared at Merrick, cutting short the nitpicking...for now. "Any
luck finding her, Merrick?" he changed the subject quickly, another
trait that bugged the watcher. Merrick smiled, and pressed a few buttons
of his own. "Oh, about as much luck as you're having with that nurse
you've been eyeing.."  he replied.

In response, he recieved a hard kick in the chest that nearly sent him
across the room. Merrick shook it off, "Touchy, today, aren't we?" He
rubbed the bruised, knowing it was going to hurt later.

Mender smiled, almost sarcastically. "You were right about this place.
The Hellmouth's here...it's about to blow..." He grinned at Merrick's
stunned look. "All the signs are there, Merrick. We've had demons,
wraiths. Tremors.." He looked discomforted. "Nightmares..."

Merrick loked discomforted at that as well. "Vampires?" Mender leaned
against the wall, and nodded in reply. "There's always a vampire,
Merrick. but don't worry. I took care of it..." At that, the nurse
entered. She frowned at Merrick, disapproving of the training. She
didn't believe it good form to teach criminals how to fight better.
Especially insane ones.. When she told Mender it was time for his
medication, both Merrick and the younger man looked confused.

"What medication?"

**********

It had taken both the nurse, Dr. Vandari and an intern to get Mender
back to his "room", a cell really, and strapped down.  Merrick had been
no help at all, insisting that they had no right to start him on any
medication, to which Vandari replied, almost maddingly, "Mr. Merrick, he
killed a patient and burned the body. There was no need to inform you of
a change in his treatment." He jabbed the needle into Mender's arm,
quite unprofessionally, and let the drug disperse. Mender's face
contorted in pain, and he looked at Merrick pleadingly.

"He's under /my/ custody! Of course, there was a need." The watcher
wasn't sure what to do. He'd put Mender in considerable danger by
bringing him here, he hadn't though that the younger man would be
drugged into a stupor.

Vandari glared at Merrick. He had no love for the man. "He's lucky he's
not in the hole with the real crazies.." Again, the doctor sounded very
unprofessional.  He yanked the needle out of Jack's arm, and tossed it
into his bag.  Mender looked as if he were trying to hold back a scream,
and his eyes were squeezed shut. "That ought to teach you to harm
them..."  Vandari left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Merrick hurriedly undid the straps holding Mender down. He didn't want
Jack that vulnerable to the hellmouth. "John...Jack? I need you to fight
this...I can't protect you..."

Allready, Mender was falling under the drug's effects. He was sweating,
his breathing sounded very raspy. Merrick realised Jack was
hyperventilating.  In Mender's mind, the room had suddenly exploded in a
hot, white flash. He could smell gasoline all around, and there was a
fire raging around him. It was over within a few seconds that felt like
hours.  He sat up, grabbing hold of his watcher's shoulder tightly.

Panic started to fall over Merrick's mind. There was no way this drug
was helping Jack. What the hell had Vandari done?  "John?" he whispered.
Mender doubled over, seemingly in pain.

Mender saw the flash again.He heard someone screaming and looked up.
Across the room, he could see a young woman, she was holding a crying
baby with a look of terror in her eyes. She was dressed as a nun...

Another flash. One that sent in falling backwards in pain, too fast for
Merrick to catch him.  Now he couldn't see anything but darkness. There
was an agonising pain in his stomach, as if someone had ripped out his
abdomen. Then it was over, and Merrick was leaning over him, whispering
something.

"John. Jack. I'm going to go. I'll be back. You're going to be fine...."
Merrick didn't sound so sure. He was beginning to have some serious
concerns about Mender.  Maybe he was more than just the temporary
slayer...

As Merrick left, the darkness took Mender and he blacked out.

****************

When Merrick arrived back home, he immediatly grabbed the Vortexica, a
book of prophecies that were related to the Slayer, but not about her.
He found what he was looking for and paled. "Oh God...what've we
done..." He sat down, the panic getting worse. "After 4 generations, we
find him....and now I've damned him..."

*************

Mender slowly came around, his body felt like it'd been put through the
ringer, and his mind felt very much the same. He moaned, and opened his
eyes. To his stunned surprise, Vandari was above him. Not standing, but
quite literally /floating/ above him. He blinked in shock.. Vandari was
in full vampire mode, fangs and everything...

"Well...Who would've thought we'd find a Dream Slayer in our midsts,
hmm? I wonder how powerful your blood is.."  Vandari hissed, before
biting into Mender's neck.

Mender felt beneath his cot for the stakes that were taped to the
bottom. Vandari uttered an odd grunting noise as it was shoved through
his chest. "Don't mess with a priest, Doc...It's not good for your
health."

Vandari looked surprised now. "B-But you aren't a priest." At that,
Mender grinned. "Good point."  He shoved the stake the rest of the way
in, and Vandari imploded in a cloud of dust.  "And so was that..." he
whispered as he fell back on the bed.

********************







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Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 23:17:08 -0800
From: "Holly L. Benton" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 0/3 - Notes

Calefacto's Chalice 0/3 - Author=92s Notes
by Holly L. Benton=09

This story features Giles, Angel, Spike, Dru, Buffy and Noel Arceneaux.
It is rated R for very mild violence, general blood-sucking and sexual
innuendo. No spoilers. Song lyrics lifted from "Walk This Earth Alone"
by Lauren Christy, Charlie Midnight and Patrick Doyle; available on the
"Great Expectations" soundtrack. =20

There is a prequel to this story in the works, which will cover all the
loose ends and nagging questions, including the Mokoi. (Read on!)  This
one takes place in alternate Buffy-universe, where Angel never reverted
to Angelus, but other equally nasty things have happened.  How fast the
sequels get done is usually directly related to the type and amount of
feedback, so let me know what you think!! All comments to
[e-mail].=20

My thanks to the following: My sister Sherry, who provided vampire info,
historical/mythological perspective and support; beta readers Zak
Zandarah, EA Karras, Travis S. Casey, and Joseph W. Brogan, who
volunteered to help and provided invaluable feedback. =20

Disclaimer: The characters of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" do not belong
to me; they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and
Twentieth Century Fox. This story was not written for profit, and no
copyright infringement is intended. The character of Noel Arceneaux, as
she appears in this story, is my creation. Please do not reprint or
distribute without the author's name and e-mail address intact.

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Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 23:19:20 -0800
From: "Holly L. Benton" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 1/3

Calefacto's Chalice
A "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" story
by Holly L. Benton
Part 1/3 - See part 0/3 for notes/disclaimer

Noel Arceneaux, the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, was just
finishing up an incantation when she received the summons. Unlike most
calls for her services, which she intuited or received telepathically,
this one came the old-fashioned way - by telephone. It seemed more
appropriate, given the source.  She picked up the phone and heard, amid
crackling static, "Hello? Hello, Noel?"

"Giles!" She grinned with pure delight. "It's been such a long time, my
friend!" She quickly swept her shoulder length black hair into a
ponytail, securing it with a soft velvet bow, and pressed the phone back
to her ear.

"I wish the news were better," he said in his somber, understated tone.
"Angel has resurfaced, and so has Drusilla."

Noel wasn't truly surprised. All her most recent dreams pointed to some
major disturbance in the balance of nature, and Dru certainly qualified.
For that matter, so did Angel, in his own way. "Have you spoken to Angel
yet?" she asked, only half wanting the answer.

"Only briefly." Giles paused for a moment, then said, too quietly,
"He'll never be the same again, you know. None of us will."

Noel was silent for a moment. Then, she offered, "I can be there by
tomorrow morning, if you need me."

"I think that would be wise." Giles' tone was odd. Noel was instantly
aware that he was hiding something from her.

"What aren't you telling me, Giles?" she asked.

"Dru has recovered Calefacto's Chalice. Angel has been chasing her all
over the world for months, and he believes she has returned to the
Hellmouth because it is the center of her own power." He paused, and
added reluctantly, "Rumor has it she is searching for you."

Noel knew this meant that Angel was concerned for her safety, and had
mentioned this to Giles so he could warn her. And if Angel was worried,
it was serious. Especially considering that Noel had been the source and
cause of the greatest anguish of his existence.

"Who is Calefacto and why is he so important?" she inquired, sure
already that she would regret having asked.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized. "The chalice is a sort of medieval holy
relic. I haven't had time to do the proper research yet, but I believe
it has to do with raising the dead, or some such thing."

Noel was searching her memory. She could vaguely recall being told about
the chalice by her mother, but nothing specific would come to her.
"Should I do research on my end, or will you have a little light reading
ready for me when I get there?" she teased.

Giles snorted, "Light, indeed. I'll have the materials ready for you.
But, Noel..."

"Yes?" she prompted.

"Be careful of Angel. I don't think he's quite forgiven you yet for what
happened to Buffy."

Noel closed her eyes for a moment while the entire episode in time
crashed back upon her in technicolor. With steel in her voice she said,
"At least she's still alive."

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Giles agreed dubiously, in such a way
that there was no doubt he didn't really agree at all.

"I'll be there by dawn," Noel said, and hung up.

On the other end, as the line went dead in his hand, the hair on the
back of Giles' neck prickled. He turned to face Angel, who had crept up
as silently as a shadow behind him. There was something dark and
menacing in Angel's eyes, and he spoke, very softly.

"You were right to warn her."


In a dark and forbidding sewer underneath the city of Sunnydale, a
saccharine whine filled the dripping, dank chamber. "Spike, are you
here?"  From just ahead in the tunnel, he emerged. Drusilla stepped
forward to meet him, hands behind her back. "You're looking well," she
observed.

"Cut the bull, won't you, darling? You wanted me here, I'm here. Let's
discuss the plan." Spike seemed much different from the last time she'd
seen him. They hadn't parted on the best of terms, what with Spike
intent on finding a new human to sire into the lifestyle, and Dru
looking to destroy humanity.

"Let's put all those hard feelings behind us, shall we?" Dru offered
coyly. "I've missed you."

"Mm-hmm," he grunted skeptically. "The plan."

Dru's eyes glittered with ferocious intensity in the dim light, like
malachite pearls. "See, I've brought you a present." She pointed to a
far corner of their old haunting ground.

A brass-colored urn gleamed dully there, like a worn copper penny,
glinting with stray shards of light which dropped upon it from above. It
hummed with a peculiar frequency; not loud enough to be heard by
ordinary mortals, just enough to be annoying to the undead.

Spike inhaled sharply. "My, now, isn't that pretty," he said
reflectively. "If I've got this right, you get what you want from it,
and after that, I get what I want from *her*. Is that the bargain?"

"Oh, yes." The malice in her voice was chilling. "It will be delicious."

Spike grinned. "In more ways than one."






After leaving Giles, Angel walked the streets near the park, not knowing
or caring what time it was. He was torn emotionally as to whether Giles
should have brought Noel into this struggle. He knew he wouldn't be able
to look at her without thinking about Buffy. More than once in the first
days after Buffy had been found, he'd considered killing Noel, but that
had passed. Now she was just a reminder of the love he'd had with Buffy
and would never have again.

     The memory of that other night, only a year ago, was sharp as a
razor in his mind. Sunnydale was being plagued by a particularly
troublesome evil spirit called the Mokoi.  After Willow and Cordelia had
both been injured by the spirit, Angel suggested that Giles call Noel.
Based on his long acquaintance with Noel, Giles had agreed that there
was no one better versed in the magickal arts. Noel had given Buffy an
enchanted dagger which should have carried enough positive energy to
kill the physical manifestation of their enemy. Unfortunately it didn't
work. When Buffy tried to use it she was enveloped by the Mokoi and
disappeared. Angel had not even heard Noel's calm words of reassurance.
He had hit her so hard that she flew backwards ten feet, unconscious.

     The police found Buffy a few days later, huddled in a doorway and
shivering with cold. Her memory had been erased. All trace of the person
she had been was gone. There was nothing left of the Slayer. Another
Slayer had been called. Life went on for everyone but Angel. He still
visited her at least once a week in the special school where her mother
had sent her, but it was hard for him to look into her pleading eyes and
know that his Buffy was locked inside that shell, perhaps forever.

Eventually, after several hours of wandering and reminiscing, his
prowling brought him back to his own apartment. Even after a year he
could close his eyes and see her asleep in his bed. The image had kept
him up reading on many occasions. He still tried to conquer his dread of
returning home, but it never seemed to get easier. He approached the
door, digging in his pocket for his key. When he raised his head to
insert the key into the lock, he saw the slip of paper wedged into the
door. He yanked it out and unfolded it. "Found Dru - transit tunnel by
river -Giles." He pocketed the paper and headed for the street at a dead
run.



At nearly the same moment Angel was heading for the transit tunnel, Noel
was emerging from a taxi in front of Giles' apartment building. Giles
threw open his front door and stepped out, silhouetted by the bright
yellow light from numerous lamps. "Noel! Here, let me help you," he
offered, as she lugged an enormous bag, stuffed full and bulging on the
sides, out of the back seat of the taxi. The driver looked at her oddly
as she handed him the fare, then threw her petite form at Giles,
smothering him in an unabashed hug. Giles patted her awkwardly on the
shoulder until she released her death grip on his ribs.

"Same old Giles, affectionate as ever," Noel said with a grin.

Giles adjusted his glasses on his face as he leaned over to pick up her
bag. "Good God, what do you have in here!" he exclaimed, huffing with
exertion.

"The whole drug store," she answered. "I never leave home without it."
He half-carried, half-dragged the bag behind him, to her amusement,
until he had hauled it past the threshold. As he shut the door, she
buried her head in the bag and immediately began digging through its
contents. "Find anything in those big ol' books yet?" she asked, voice
muffled.

"Actually, yes," he answered mildly, as though surprised she would even
ask such a thing. As she busied herself with her tools of magic, he
retrieved the volume he'd been reading just prior to her arrival. "There
are several allusions to Calefacto's Chalice in various books, but none
to any person with that name. The name is said to have been taken from
the Latin, calefactio, meaning the act of warming or heating, or the
production of heat in a body by the action of fire. It can also be taken
to mean a chemical reaction, such as liquefaction."

 That got her attention. Noel stopped her rummaging and glanced up at
Giles, with an expression of deep concern on her face. "Yes, I thought
that might interest you," he said. Clearing his throat, he continued,
"Stories linked to the chalice and its powers date to the 1400's. There
were rumors that it was used in sabbat rituals by practitioners in
France. Some time near the turn of the 16th century, a Scottish magician
laid his hands on the chalice, and in an attempt to cleanse it of its
evil, performed a spell which was supposed to seal the evil inside. He
got more than he bargained for." Giles set the book down. "What was
sealed inside, or so the legends say, was a fallen angel too terrible in
its beauty for mortals to behold. As its penance for causing evil the
angel is bound by the spell to destroy any person whose heart is tainted
with evil, should the chalice be used for those purposes."

Noel felt her eyebrows climbing into her hairline. "Then Dru can't use
it or she'll be destroyed," she said, puzzled. "So why even bother to
track it down?"

"Perhaps she hopes to get someone else to use it for her," Giles said,
emphasizing his words.

"And be fried to a crisp in the process," Noel added.

"She undoubtedly wants some sort of magic performed, which is most
likely why she was seeking you out." Giles' face was very serious. "Has
she any leverage she could use against you?"

"Not so far as I know. Everyone connected with my life is aware of the
danger; I haven't seen my sisters in years and don't even know where
they are." After a moment she asked, "Did you tell Angel I was coming?"

"Yes. I haven't seen him since," Giles told her frankly. "There's been
no sign of where Dru's hidden herself or he would have found a way to
let me know." He stared at the cluttered mess she had scattered on the
floor: bottles of sparkling powder capped with cork; packets of dried
weeds that looked suspiciously like amphibian body parts; mortar and
pestle; a canister of Morton's Salt; two shriveled candles. "Did you
protect yourself with the necessary incantations?" he asked.

"I used a mage's spell. No undead creature can harm me so long the spell
is woven about me. The longer a demon is exposed, the weaker the host
body becomes," Noel explained, gesturing with a half-melted green candle
for emphasis. "The magic is very old and there is no way to counteract
it unless I remove the spell myself."

"Good. A wise precaution." Giles extended his arm and flicked off the
nearest reading lamp. The first tender rays of sun were filtering into
the periwinkle sky. "I suppose all we have to be thankful about thus far
is the fact that Spike isn't in the picture."




"I suppose all we have to be thankful about is that the Slayer isn't
around to make the damage any worse!" Spike roared petulantly, shaking
one of Dru's henchmen by the shirtfront. "I ask you to do a simple
task...just tie up a prisoner. Any fledgling vampire could have done a
better job!"

"But...but...we did it just like you said, Spike!" stuttered the demon,
head flopping violently as Spike lifted him off the ground in a rage.

"And lost three men in the process." He dropped the vampire to the
ground, where he lay gasping for a moment before crawling away. Spike
threw his hands up in the air and looked over at Dru. "Unbelievable. If
you want an evil deed done right these days, I guess you have to do it
yourself."

Dru wasn't listening; she was gazing up at Angel, who was bound by his
hands and suspended in mid-air, chained to an old hoist in the center of
the abandoned subway transit tunnel. She  pushed his foot, which set him
swinging wildly. This sent her into a fit of giggles, which stopped as
suddenly as it began. "It's been a long time since I've had you hanging
on my every word," she said.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on," he said scornfully. "Tell me
you're not still hung up on this whining half-human abomination."

"No," she said, giving Angel one last forceful shove. "The thrill is
gone. Now he's only a means to an end."
She fixed her doe eyes on Spike. "You haven't been very nice, either,"
she complained, in the tone of a child about to have a rousing temper
tantrum.

Spike waved her away with a flick of the wrist. "Those days are gone,
pet. Even if I could stand the sight of you, I have better things to do
with my time."

"Like nibbling on a witch?" Dru questioned him. When he didn't answer, a
sinuous smile appeared on her lips. "She'll never do it. You'll never
get her to agree. She's too smart for you."

"Which doesn't say a lot about *your* taste, Dru darling. Now run along
and let me work on the plan."

Dru turned on her heel and walked away. From over Spike's head, his
words fading in and out as he swung to and fro, Angel shouted, "I can
open the chalice for you, Spike. Noel won't go for it. She knows what
you want."

Spike's expression became pensive for a moment. "I think she does at
that, mate. I'm counting on it." He snapped his fingers and one of Dru's
hired help appeared. "Take this. Give it to the witch. Tell her it's
from Spike, and tell her not to be late."

He handed a small slip of paper to one of the  nervous-looking flunkies,
who protested, "It'll be sunrise in a few minutes!"

"Better hurry then," Spike urged, eyebrows raised expectantly.

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Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 23:21:17 -0800
From: "Holly L. Benton" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 2/3

Calefacto's Chalice
A "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" story
by Holly L. Benton
Part 2/3 - see part 0/3 for notes and disclaimers


The horizon was glowing a deep pink and fiery red when Noel arrived at
the meeting place. It was an abandoned church, doors hanging from the
hinges, shutters splintered and barely concealing the shattered,
multi-colored glass behind. As she stood outside with more than a little
trepidation, the sun finally sank out of sight. She began to sense them
faintly at first, growing stronger with each second that the shadows
grew deeper.

With a deep breath, and a mental reminder to herself that they couldn't
harm her unless she were no longer under the protection of the mage's
spell, she climbed the stairs and entered the rotting doors.

Inside, the scene was oddly peaceful, eerily quiet. Though dusty, the
pews maintained a kind of silent grace, empty but expectant. She laid
her hand on the back of each as she passed down the center aisle. That
simple action was strangely calming to her.

"Nice of you to accept our invitation." She froze just in front of where
the altar should have been. The disembodied voice had come from behind
her.

"Show yourself, Spike. I don't like to be kept waiting." As if an ice
cube had slid down her back, a sickeningly cold feeling enveloped her.
She turned to find him standing less than a foot away.

"Impatient as always, I see. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," he
observed. He smiled at her suddenly, the smile a cat might smile if it
were finished toying with a live mouse.

Noel caught herself as the merest ghost of a smile crossed her face.
"No, you shouldn't," she confirmed, rising to the occasion. She felt a
familiar sensation; fear, mixed with a peculiar thrill of attraction and
curiosity.  Dangerous, she thought to herself. Don't play this game. It
would destroy any advantage she might have if she betrayed her feelings
to him, but there was no denying it; he was still as handsome as he had
been the day he died.

He cocked his head, studying her. "Constant and true, just as I
remembered. What a sparkling example you set for all the other little
witches." Spike stepped forward into her space. She could feel the demon
which lived inside him unsettled by the power of the spell which
encircled her. For a moment, those forces interacted, like electricity
passing though water, until he withdrew. Their eyes locked; neither
spoke. Noel didn't even breathe.

"Spike..." The moment was broken by a silky female voice. "Aren't you
going to introduce me?"

"Oh. Right. Well then, down to business." He extended his hand, and
Drusilla appeared out of nowhere near the opposite wall. Noel was
stunned by her ethereal, almost innocent beauty as she glided across the
church, between two pews, moving toward them. She turned her face toward
Noel, as Spike said, "Dru darling, Noel Arceneaux." Noel felt a visceral
stab of horror as she looked into Dru's eyes, and saw only malicious
evil there.

"At last. How lovely of you to come and join our little party." The
child-like lilt of Dru's tone was incongruous with the reality of the
threat she represented. "I've so looked forward to meeting you." She
beamed at Noel. "Shall we discuss our bargain?"

"There is no bargain, Drusilla. Give me the chalice, or tell me where it
can be found. I'm not playing here."
Noel's tone was soft and pleasant, but had the ring of authority.

Dru stepped closer, all trace of innocence gone from her features.
"Neither am I, witchy girl." Her tone became even softer than Noel's,
and she said conspiratorially,  "You'd better be nice to me, or I won't
tell you my secret."

Noel sighed heavily. "I'm not interested in secrets. You can't harm me;
we all know it."

"But I *can* harm Angel. I'd rather enjoy it, in fact." Spike spoke up
suddenly, and as his words registered with Noel, a flicker of
apprehension flashed through her eyes. It was enough; Spike immediately
noticed, and triumphantly he added, "Now it's all up to you. A favor for
a favor. Dru and I are feeling generous these days, aren't we precious?"
Dru nodded, eyes glued to Noel. She was enjoying the show. "Tell her,
Dru. After all, she's not a mind reader - oh, wait. Silly me. I forgot."
He fixed Noel with a look so intense that even though she was not able
to read a vampire, there was no doubt as to what he was thinking. "But
not where we're concerned. Go on, Dru," he urged her, as a slow flush
spread across Noel's cheeks.

Dru said, "It's very simple, really. All you have to do is raise my
family from the dead and restore them to me, and you can have your
ridiculous relic back."

"What!" Noel cried, truly appalled in spite of herself. "I  can't-"

"Yes, you can," Dru interrupted. "If you don't, I'll open it, and
unleash...well, whatever's in there. And it won't be pretty."

Noel's mind was racing. She wasn't sure she possessed the necessary
power, even with the chalice, to raise the dead. It was abhorrent to her
to even consider such a thing, for she would be providing evil with an
uninhabited shell, a place for more demons to come to rest. There was no
way to know what would happen if she *did* try. If she didn't, Dru would
unleash the potentially cataclysmic forces locked behind the holy seal
of the chalice. And Angel...she had already deprived him of Buffy. She
couldn't allow him to lose his life as well.

Slowly, she asked, "If I do this thing, you'll hand over the chalice to
me, and you'll release Angel?"

Dru tittered and pressed her fingers to her lips. "I'm afraid you don't
understand, dearest. But that's not really surprising, I suppose, given
your limited scope." She looked to Spike, who stepped past her and
approached Noel. The way he was looking at her was enough to make Noel's
heart stop.

"A favor for a favor," he reminded her. "Dru doesn't have Angel; I do.
All she has to trade is the chalice. Angel is mine." He watched with
satisfaction as comprehension dawned slowly, then moved in on her
without warning. Spike swept her up against his body, holding her in
place with an arm around her that seemed made of steel. He ignored the
strange fluttering vibrations caused by their body-to body contact, as
he spoke rapidly in low tones. "You will surrender yourself to me.
Willingly, with no conditions, no spells of protection, no expectations.
If you do, I'll release Angel unharmed." He released her, shoving her
backwards so that she staggered to regain her balance.

"You have until sunset tomorrow to decide," Dru added brightly. "All you
have to do is meet us here."

"Otherwise, you can gather up what's left of Angel the following
morning." Even as Spike made that final pronouncement, Dru was moving
away toward the back of the church.

"Are you coming, Spike?" she asked.

He looked over his shoulder at her. "Just behind you," he called after
her. He turned his gaze back to Noel, and they stared at one another for
a very long moment. In a hushed but clear voice he said, " Forget about
waiting 'til sunset tomorrow. Meet me here by dawn or our part of the
bargain is no longer in effect. Understand?"

Noel could only nod her head. Spike held her gaze a second longer, then
turned and stalked out of the church behind Drusilla. Noel waited until
he was out of sight, then sat down hard on the floor and buried her face
in her folded arms.



Two or three hours later, Noel knocked on Giles' front door. He opened
it immediately, relief easing the tense, tired lines in his face. "Thank
God. When you didn't return, I was certain they'd killed you." Noel
moved past him, into the apartment, and sat down on the couch. Giles
shut the door as she passed. "What were their demands?"

"Dru wants me to raise her family from the dead," Noel stated flatly.

"What! Well...well, that's...it's preposterous," Giles sputtered. He
removed his glasses, and asked, "You simply can't do it...can you?" She
was silent. Giles felt a chill settle over him. "Dear God."

"I don't know if it can be done," she answered finally. "I'm not at all
certain I could control whatever forces are unleashed during the
ceremony." She looked away from Giles. "That's not the immediate
problem, however. Spike has Angel, and he wants to make a separate
bargain. Me for Angel."

"You're protected. He can't harm you. You're not seriously considering
removing the spell!"

"It's the only way to save Angel," she said angrily.

"No," Giles said, vehemently. "That is not an option. He'll kill you, or
worse, he'll turn you into one of them. There's no way to tell what the
effect on your powers will be."

"He doesn't want to kill me, Giles. He wants to possess me."

"Possess you?" Now Giles sounded confused. Noel felt her irritation
rising, irritation because Giles was right and she knew it. She
shouldn't even be considering her own capitulation. Her voice rose
before she was aware of it. She couldn't seem to stop herself.

"Possess, Giles. *Possess*," she stressed, not enjoying the stunned look
which greeted her words.

"Oh." Giles blinked rapidly. His eyes narrowed. "You don't seem too
disturbed by the prospect."

"I'm not. Not the way you might think." He seemed so shocked that she
reached out on impulse and grasped his arm. "Don't look at me like that.
Who wouldn't be curious?"

"He's *dead*, Noel. As in, no pulse." He sounded so much like Buffy that
Noel suppressed a smile. "He's a thing, not a man. You can't seriously
consider this! Angel wouldn't want you to sacrifice yourself."

"Don't be too sure. One witch for one slayer. It seems a fair trade,"
she shot back. Giles opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off.
"I made my decision before I came here tonight. The larger question is,
what will happen if he changes me somehow and I try to perform the spell
for Drusilla?"

"It could be disastrous," Giles said grimly.

Noel felt compelled to try to comfort him. "I don't see any other
options, Giles. I could say a million things to you about what I feel,
but it's not really relevant."

"You could tell me why Angel is so damn important," Giles said sharply.
"You're willing to throw away your life, and possibly the lives of
millions of other people, for one person. Please tell me this isn't some
romantic notion-"

"No!" she interrupted vehemently. "It was never like that between Angel
and me."

"You can't think that you owe him so much because of ..."

"A mistake?" Noel suggested. She leaned forward on the couch, resting
her elbows on her knees and extending her arms out, fingers laced
together. "It's not that either, Giles. I've known Angel since I was a
small child. He came to my mother for help breaking the curse, but all
she was able to do was cause him pain." Her eyes took on a far-away look
as she elaborated, "My sisters and I heard him screaming in agony one
night, but I was the only one brave enough to hide on the stairs to see
what was going on. That was the first time I ever saw the face of a
vampire.

"The next day, my mother explained to me what Angel was, and why he had
come to her. He returned that night, with a gift for my mother, and a
flower for the little girl on the stairs." Noel smiled wistfully. "After
I became apprenticed to my mother, Angel would come to see me often, to
share his knowledge of the nature of evil and the things he had seen.
He's been a true friend to me all of my life, even into adulthood. I
can't turn my back on him now."

Something clicked for Giles then, like a peg into a hole. "You were the
one who sent him to Buffy in the beginning, weren't you?" he asked,
almost reverently.

"Yes. So you see, I'm responsible for that little tragedy, too. I
thought he could help her. I couldn't have known."

"No one could have," Giles murmured, feeling the burden of his own
lapsed responsibility heavily on his heart. He regarded Noel with
melancholy eyes. "It's clear to me that you also know Spike, though
you've somehow avoided mentioning this to me."

"Yes. For a while he seemed to be at the center of every summons I
responded to. He's been a busy boy, especially in the past ten years. I
started to think he was instigating some of these little hauntings and
demonic possessions just to get my attention." She was smiling again,
which brought a distinct frown to Giles' face, but she seemed not to
notice. "He enjoyed the challenge of the confrontation, or the verbal
sparring." Noel paused, allowing Giles to draw his own conclusions.

"You know, this impulse of yours to become a martyr could be considered
a weakness." Giles' sarcasm was devoid of humor. "In fact, almost as
serious a weakness as actually hoping to be bitten by a vampire."

"Things will be as they are meant to be. No amount of spell-casting or
research will help that now." She gestured toward the piles of books
which littered the room, literary skyscrapers. "All we can do is try to
find out what will happen...after."

For the next hour, they did precisely that, sifting through piles of
ancient texts and documents. Noel lounged on the floor, while Giles sat
hunched over his desk, poring over books with his glasses perched on the
edge of his nose. Noel's thoughts wandered as she lay with a book
propped on her stomach; she tried imagine what might be different about
her when the sun rose again in the morning. Somehow she knew that this
was not about disposing of her; Spike had no need to get rid of her,
since she had no power to get rid of him. It was his way of conquering,
and for some reason, he had decided that she must be conquered. Although
there was supposedly no human feeling left in him, there was no
mistaking the desire or inquisitiveness in his eyes when he looked at
her. She was counting on that to save her life.

"Look here," Giles said abruptly. He brought a heavy, gilt-edged volume
to her and laid it in her lap. It reeked of old magic and disuse.

Noel read aloud, "The power of the magician is amplified by the mixing
of his blood with the blood of the undead. Second sight may become
clearer, while the seeing of thought shall become treacherous and not
without danger. Senses may become sharper and more distinct, but with
unpredictable consequences." She pursed her lips. "It's a bunch of
double-talk. This, but not that. It doesn't help at all."

"Maybe not, but at least you know that any spell you undertake could
have dire results if you're not familiar with the effect of Spike's..."

"Bite," she supplied, arching her eyebrows.

"Well, yes." The clock on the wall behind him pleasantly chimed four
o'clock, on the hour, and Noel put the book aside.

"It's time." She smiled at Giles, with an expression that was infinitely
wise and mature. "If I don't succeed in freeing Angel, or if Spike
decides he's better off with me dead..."

"I have it here," Giles confirmed, waving the small paper with the
binding spells and incantations. "Whatever happens, do be careful," he
pleaded.

"I'll do my best," Noel answered. She retrieved her long coat from the
rack by the door, and with a last, lingering look at Giles, was gone.



*                                   *                                  *

Noel walked around the church twice, slowly, watching the city lights
shimmering in the distance. Her heart was pounding harder than she could
ever remember. It wasn't fear; she was apprehensive, but not afraid.
Instead she was edgy, and she felt a little wild. She knew he was inside
because she sensed him there. She felt like a traitor for being in a
hurry to meet him.

Noel shrugged off her overcoat and was instantly chilled by the October
wind. She raised a hand and rubbed absently at her neck with her
fingers; even her blood seemed like ice water. She had the distinct
impression she might never be warm again. She raised her arms ,
extending them straight out from her sides, and closed her eyes. Her
lips moved, in silent pantomime. As she said the necessary words, she
began to feel more and more as though there were a lead weight on her
chest.

Finally she was finished. Her arms dropped heavily to her sides. As
though compelled, she turned toward the church; she felt him exerting
his influence, testing her to see if she was there, if the spell were
still in place. She was aware of his surprise when he realized she had
come.

 Noel opened her eyes and advanced toward the church at a stride,
covering the stairs two at a time and moving directly through the open
doors. She stopped short, surprised.

Lit candles were everywhere - the tops and seats of pews, the
stairwells, the narrow ledges under shattered stained glass masterpieces
- - casting an incandescent glow which was reflected in the deep ruby and
sapphire depictions of saints and sinners. It was surreal and beautiful.
Spike was sprawled across two pews in the front of the church, his heavy
black leather coat draped to one side.

"My, you've certainly gone to a lot of trouble, William," Noel remarked
dryly.

Spike swung his feet to the floor and rose gracefully. He stood, a few
feet in front of her, hands folded in front of him. "No trouble. This
is, after all, a memorable occasion."  He waited, looking at her
expectantly. "What, no witty repartee? No little pearls of magical
wisdom?"

"Where is Angel?" Noel demanded. "We did make a deal."

Spike sighed. "Always a stickler for details." He stepped in closer. "I
left him with Dru for safekeeping, in case you decided to get tricky.
Once we've finished here, we'll retrieve him."

"Does that mean you aren't going to kill me?" Noel asked skeptically.

Spike took one more step, so they were face to face. "Killing you isn't
what I had in mind," he admitted. He moved to her left, then behind her,
like a lean, pale wolf circling its prey. "Let's see if you held up
*your* end of this deal." He reached for her then and pulled her into
his arms, holding her tightly up against his body. She stiffened. It was
unnerving to have him behind her and to be locked into his embrace.
Spike waited for a moment to see if there would be a negative reaction
which would force him to release her. When nothing happened, he turned
her around. "Nice to see you're a woman of your word."

Noel was quite conscious of the fact that he could feel how fast her
heart was beating. His eyes moved between the pulse beating in her neck,
and her eyes, which were fastened on his face. With one hand, he
fingered the buttons of her crisp white shirt, then deftly released the
top two. "Let me help you with that pesky collar," he said, proceeding
without waiting for an answer.  He neatly folded down her collar,
effectively baring her neck. She shivered, from cold and from other,
less identifiable sensations. He looked deep into her eyes for a moment,
then said softly, "You are wondering why I won't kill you." She inclined
her head slightly. "Because I want you to have your wish, my darling.
You will know what it feels like to be on the verge of immortality." He
smirked at her. "It's a weakness of yours, you know."

"Get it over with," she rasped. Spike affected a wide-eyed look of
innocence.

"Such a nasty temper. Impatient, too. Nevertheless, your wish is my
command." He bent his head lower, and raked his fangs across her
unprotected neck. The impact of his teeth on her skin was electric, and
her hand flew out to brace her against him. "This won't hurt a bit," he
lied. Without warning, he sank his fangs into her neck.

Noel felt a sharp pain as he bit into her, but no tearing of her skin.
In fact, he was surprisingly gentle. His lips fastened onto the wound,
and as he began to drink, a pleasant warmth suffused her, spreading into
every part of her body. She felt herself becoming limp in his arms, and
he tightened his grasp to support her. Images flooded her mind, of Spike
before his transformation, of what he'd seen and done in the years
after, of Dru, of Angel, of herself. For the first time she began to
truly understand the awful loneliness of an abandoned soul. Then, she
began to feel joy, a rapture so exquisite that she could not imagine it
ever ending.

As suddenly as that joy began, Spike withdrew, but did not raise his
head. Face nestled next to hers, he whispered, "Choose." Her heart ached
for the feeling which had been taken from her. She was certain that he
had already seen into her soul, as she had seen into his mind, and so
she only reached up to touch the side of his face. At her touch he gave
a low growl. She knew he understood.

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Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 23:24:27 -0800
From: "Holly L. Benton" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Calefacto's Chalice 3/3

Calefacto's Chalice
A "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" story
by Holly L. Benton
Part 3/3 - see part 0/3 for notes and disclaimers


Noel stood with Spike in front of a large, dark cavity leading into the
sewer. She looked over her shoulder at the sparse light on the horizon,
fading faster with every second as the sun crawled to its bed for the
night. "In here?" she asked. Spike nodded. Noel dropped to her hands and
knees in order to crawl through the opening. She emerged into a dark
sewer tunnel which reeked of ...well, it reeked. She scrunched her face
up in disgust as Spike popped though the hole next to her.=20

"This way," he instructed, moving to the left. She could see easily in
the dark; she felt as sure-footed and sharp-eyed as a tiger. She could
also sense exactly where Spike was in the darkness. It was as though he
were secured to her with a string, which tugged and pulled at her
whenever he moved. He projected his amusement at her child-like
amazement.

They advanced down the access tunnel slowly. Spike clutched a handful of
Noel's sleeve and guided her toward a hidden entrance to the lair. When
she hesitated, he shoved her through unceremoniously. She landed
face-first, sprawled on the slimy, hard concrete floor. An instinct
newly born warned her of Dru's approach. She jumped to her feet as
quickly as she could, slinging muck off her hands and arms.

"About time," Drusilla called out. "I was beginning to worry."

"That=92s so...touching," Spike scoffed. "Let's get on with it."=20

Dru gestured for Noel to follow her. "This way," she invited. Noel
followed her deeper into the lair, with that same instinct warning her
that Angel was nearby. She stopped.

"Get him down," she ordered. Surprised, Dru turned to look at her.=20

"Are you...are you telling *me*...what to do?" she asked incredulously.
Noel stared her down without fear.

"If you want that spell performed, you'd better do it." Spike chuckled
in the background. Dru looked from one to the other mistrustfully.

"Why didn't you just make her one of us, Spike?" she pouted. "It would
have been so much easier."

"Stop whining," he said in exasperation. He walked past her and grasped
a chain which was anchored to the wall. With a quick pull he released
it. Angel crashed to the ground in a heap.=20

Noel watched dispassionately, then said, "Get out of here, Angel."=20

He looked up at her. "No," he said through gritted teeth. "If you're
actually going to do this, I'm staying." He raised himself to a sitting
position with great effort. His eyes accused her as he said, "I never
thought you'd be bought so easily."

His words stung for many reasons, not the least of which was that she
was trying desperately to save his life, but Noel didn't show her
feelings. "Stay. Whatever."  She directed her attention to Dru. "Where
is it?"

"There." Dru pointed, not willing to go too close to the chalice.=20

Noel saw it in the center of a small table near the wall. She approached
the table and without delay, picked up the chalice. She nearly dropped
it immediately; it seemed charged with electricity and was icy to the
touch. The feel of the surface of it burned her skin. Noel's entire body
became tense with concentration. She clasped the chalice to her chest
for a moment, then held it at arm's length away from her, at eye level.
Eyes tightly shut, she began to recite the spell she had memorized and
repeated a hundred times the previous morning.  =20

As soon as she began the incantation, she felt a burning pain in her
chest, which spread through her veins like liquid fire. She gulped deep
breaths of air, but continued chanting, feeling her fingers go numb
where they were wrapped around the chalice. She was scorched, then
frigid. Her eyes felt like hot marbles burning in their sockets.

Dru watched her with fascination. "She's doin' it, she's really doin'
it," she whispered, lapsing into the cockney accent of her youth. "Look
at 'er. Blimey!" She whirled toward Spike to get his reaction, but he
was on the ground, writhing in pain. Her eyes widened at the sight of
him there. Then, a fiendish grin spread across her features. " 'Atsa
girl!" she cheered.

Angel's face darkened with concern as he watched Noel's arms shaking
wildly. He knew with the aid of the seventh sense unique to every
vampire's demon, that a demon's blood had tainted Noel. He looked from
Noel to Spike. It was clear that Spike was getting the worst end of the
deal.

Noel continued to weave the spell. The air in the tunnel had become
still and thin, as though her words were sucking the oxygen from the
room. She trembled from head to toe, but continued on, for fear of what
might happen if she should stop. Her skin tingled; her lungs felt ready
to explode. She lifted her head, and as she opened her mouth, a scream
was ripped from her, one that should have shattered human eardrums. It
was a piercing cry; it reverberated through the room until it was a
sonic wave, unstoppable.=20

Noel dropped to her knees and quickly ripped the seal from the chalice.
There was a blinding flash of light, brilliant, radiant. Stillness
filled the chamber. Spike rolled over and lay unconscious.=20

"What was that?" Dru demanded to know. Alarmed, she turned circles in
the center of the room. Every instinct told her something was very
wrong. "Where's me mum?" She turned to Noel and leaped at her. "What've
you done?"=20

In answer, Noel only looked at her, eyes brimming with tears of pity. A
soft howling began, growing louder, like the far-away sound of the
winter wind. Dru's fear was palpable. "No," she pleaded. "No, no, no,
no..." Angel bolted to his feet as though pulled upright by an unseen
force. "No, NO!" Dru shrieked, pressing her hands to her ears. Noel felt
the pressure of a thousand hands on her heart, and she succumbed, as
blinding light again filled the room. Noel's last conscious sensation
was the sound of Dru's wail; her last conscious thought was relief.



Noel woke to find Angel sitting beside her, a stunned but beatific
expression on his face. Every joint and muscle in her body was
protesting loudly, but she seemed to be in one piece. Angel put an arm
underneath her, almost absently, to help her up. She made a small noise
which might have been a whimper of pain but he didn't notice. Dru was
nowhere to be seen. Spike lay on the ground, limp and lifeless.=20

"Are you all right?" she asked Angel hoarsely. He nodded at her. When he
turned his face toward her, she thought he was almost beautiful.=20

"I felt it," he said softly, wonderingly.=20

Noel took his hand. "What, Angel?"

"My soul," he whispered. "I felt it, I felt it leave and come back."=20

Noel smiled wearily. "It's what saved you," she told him.

Angel shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Your soul saved you from destruction. A piece of my human soul saved
Spike from death; his blood in me almost killed me." Noel could still
feel the raw prickling of her skin. Her blood still felt as though it
were boiling, but she knew it would pass. "I couldn't allow Dru to raise
the dead. So I worked a spell to free the angel...or whatever...was in
there. It zeroed in on the only truly, fully evil thing in the room, and
immolated it."

"Dru," Angel realized. He looked at her. "You took a big chance."

"Had to," she grated as she pushed up from the floor. Everything went
sideways, but Angel held her in place. She looked down at Spike's
motionless body.=20

"I'll get something to stake him with," Angel offered. She laid her hand
on his arm, restraining him.=20

"No." He didn't question her. He remembered that feeling of first
discovering the powers of the night. He didn't begrudge her this
reluctance to kill the person who made it possible. "Let's go. Giles
will be worried." Deliberately, they stepped over Spike and made their
way out of the lair, into the freedom and darkness beyond.

                             *                             =20
*                           *


"Don't suppose you'd change your mind and stay awhile?" Angel offered
the sentiment hopefully, though he knew what she would say.=20

Noel smiled at the floor as they walked toward her departure gate. "Duty
calls," she reminded him, pleased that he made the overture. They
stopped and turned to face one another. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
she asked, a trace of hope creeping into her voice.=20

Conflicting emotions warred within Angel and were reflected on his face.
"I know it wasn't your fault," he answered at last. " I shouldn't have
blamed you like I did."

"I understand," she said, pensively. "I still haven't quite forgiven
myself." A look passed between them which was heavy with meaning.=20

"The world is gonna look pretty different to you now," Angel said,
breaking the moment. "Now that you have Spike's blood in you, a lot
could change."

"So maybe you'll help me with that?" she asked, expectantly. "I feel the
difference, but I don't understand everything yet." Her bright green
eyes were sparkling with a mixture of delight and wonder. It was
infectious.

In spite of himself, Angel smiled at her. "If I can," he acknowledged.
Noel took his hand in hers, pressing something metallic into it. She
wrapped his fingers around it.=20

"I went to see Buffy today," she informed him. "I'm still working on a
way to reverse what was done to her, Angel. Please don't give up hope."
He looked down at the medallion she placed in his palm. It was one half
of a circle, a silvery crescent moon on a long chain. It was engraved
with symbols which were foreign to him, and it shone with a cool, almost
icy light. "When you go to sleep in the morning, wear this." His eyes
met hers, questioning. Noel stood on tiptoe, to kiss him feather-light
on the cheek. As he lifted his arm to embrace her, she whirled and
walked away.=20

Angel's sleep was restless that morning. The amulet was cold and
pendulous on his skin. Somehow he drifted off, thinking of Noel's
words...*I'm working on a way...please don't give up hope...*...

...a flash of light, and he was in The Bronze, with a crowd of people he
didn't recognize. The room should have been full of noise and chatter,
but all he heard was a song playing softly in the background. *But I
walk this earth alone/And all I've ever known/Is you are right beside
me/If I love you for a day/Then blow my life away/Could I leave you
behind me...* He turned in a circle, bewildered, not understanding what
he saw.

"Angel." The voice penetrated his heart; it was a sound he believed he'd
never hear again. He looked up to see Buffy there, Buffy as he
remembered her, strong and sexy and full of life, as he'd so often
wished she would come to him. She walked forward, eyes full of love and
compassion.=20

Angel met her halfway and crushed her in a hug so fierce it could have
broken bones. "How..." was all he could manage. As he released her, she
reached out and touched the medallion he wore. He saw it then - an
identical medallion around her beautiful neck.=20

Her eyes filled with tears as he touched her face wonderingly.  "Noel
gave us our dreams," she said simply, as she captured his tears with her
fingertips. "So we at least have this, until we can be together." In
answer, he gathered her to him, and they held one another in the shadows
of consciousness, free at least for that moment to love each other
again. Wordlessly, they danced. There was time for everything else
later.


Holly L. Benton
January 1998

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