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Buffyfic-digest       Tuesday, February 10 1998       Volume 02 : Number 032



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: New Fanfic 1/1
       BUFFYFIC: "Tragic Sighs" (1/1) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Let Me Count The Ways
       BUFFYFIC: Let Me Count the Ways.... (6/7)
       BUFFYFIC: ADMIN:  List rules
       BUFFYFIC: The Time has Come (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: A Night at the Mall  (1/1)

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Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 20:59:00 -0600
From: The Gardner Family <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: New Fanfic 1/1

Hey guys! Here is my new fic. Enjoy

Title: No clue, give me help
Author: Brad Gardner ([e-mail])
Foreword:
This is my little way of starting the healing process of Joss' s bad bad =
surprise story. I didn't know how to handle that, so I decided this was =
a giid time to write my first fic. Please give me help. This is a rough =
copy. If you have comments or suggestions please mail me. I want =
feedback! I left it open ended so one of you good writers could continue =
it if tou want to.
We are the lucky ones to catch glimpses of these peoples lives and when =
we do we are very very lucky. Please comment. A final version will be =
posted at my site. http://www.angelfire.com/ga/gardners/brdswrld.html=20

Enjoy: =09
"I can't believe what has happened to me. I mean a lousy, sleazy, =
unbelievable mistake, I let my hormones take over, I killed my =
boyfriend. I mean the soul that was sharing the body with the evil =
thingy. Oh, all those other teen girls out there that worry about their =
big problems, I killed my boyfriend. I killed him! You wouldn't realize =
how hard it is to say those words, but it feels good to get them out. =
Well I guess I need to be getting to work. I mean the pure hell that has =
taken over my social life," Buffy Sommers thought.=20
    "Buffy", Giles said, " There are vampires out and the time is ticking, =
you best be getting to work."
    "Sure, I'll get going, but don't think I'm listening to you, I'm doing =
it because I have to"

*****
    "Hello Spike, watcha' doin'?" Drusilla asked.
    "Nothing, Dru, what are you needing?"
    "Why yes, love, I want a present!" Drusilla called out.
    "What more could you want, love?" Spike replied.
    "I want a lot of stuff, you should know that!" Laughed Drusilla."I want =
Angel to bring me the slayer... dead"=20
=09
*****

    "Giles," Jenny Calendar's voice broke the silence.
    "What is it?" Giles replied looking up and at the piles of books they =
were reading.=20
    "I found it I found it!!! We can bring Angel back. Well I mean the good =
Angel,"Jenny shouted.
    "Let me see, Oh my God, Jenny you found it!!" Giles shouted back almost =
in hysterics." We have to get Buffy.=20
    "No let's wait and surprise her with him when he's normal again!"
*****

    Buffy jumped on top of the vampire and jabbed a stake in his heart.=20
    "Well, that's that."=20
    "Every time I pull a stake out I see that look in their eyes, that same =
look that is in Angel's eyes every time I see him. That look of pain. I =
know that he still is on love with me. Well I guess I mean it. But there =
were many times he could have killed me and he didn't. He's using our =
love to hurt me, but he doesn't want to kill me. There's something =
there. Something that will always be there. Why does this hurt so bad, =
and will it go away?" Buffy thought.

*****

    "You want Buffy? Why?" Spike cried out. "First of all Angel is in love =
with her. Second he will not kill her, he already made that clear."
    "I don't care! I'm tired of him and his plan. I want her now, now, now, =
now!! If you loved me Spike you would get her."
"That's correct Spike," Angel said stepping out in front of them." I =
will not kill her. I am or was in love with her and you know those human =
like feelings take a while to go away.
    "Angel, I hate to tell you, but you will be bringing her to me, you =
will!" Drusilla screamed out at him.=20
    "I will not, darling" Angel said sternly.
    "Then you will die," They said simultaneously.

*****
=09
    "So all he has to do is show up and we can put the spell back on him!" =
Jenny said.
    "Exactly, he doesn't even have to be willing," Giles said =
enthusiastically.

*****
     Buffy woke herself from her deep-thinking sleep-like state.=20
    "This is happening more and more lately," Buffy thought to herself, as =
she got up her two sidekicks Xander and Willow showed up.
    "Anything happen?" Willow asked.
    "No, just one kill, pretty normal, "Buffy said.
    "Because in your life, that is normal." Xander said sarcastically.

*****
    "Get out of here Angel, and get her," Spike yelled.
    "Why?" Angel simply asked.
    "Because what Dru wants Dru gets!!"
    "Ah ha ha, I've trained you well," Dru laughed.
    "Now go," they said as Angel walked out into the dark night.
=09
*****

    "So how are you doing with this whole Angel situation?" Willow asked =
sympathetically.
    "Oh, I'm still alive aren't I?" Buffy replied rather sarcastically.
    "Let's go home, you need a good-nights rest," Willow said.
    "Yeah, I better trip, see you at school" replied Buffy staring off into =
nowhere.

*****
    'I don't know, Jenny," Giles said.
    "Giles, don't you think she would be happy to receive him as a =
surprise. Come on Giles, you know you wanna," Jenny pleaded seductively.
    "Alright."
    "O.K. here's the plan..."
=20
*****
    Buffy walked down the street to her house as Angel discreetly =
approached her.
    "Who the he** is behind me, because I am definitely not in the slayage =
mood," Buffy said. "Angel, oh God."
    Angel chased Buffy for a while until Buffy fell to the ground. Angel =
caught up to her with his game face on.=20
    "Ahh, help m.....," Buffy cried out.
    Buffy and Angel fought for a while and then she collapsed to the =
ground.=20
    "Angel please..."
    "Buffy shut up! Your sweet Angel is gone. He's gone. I cannot help you =
in the love department. Sorry honey, you killed him!! Angel screamed.
    "No, I will not cry, I will not let him get to me," Buffy thought to =
herself.
Angel picked up Buffy and carried her to the underworld.=20
    "What, why aren't you killing me?" Buffy asked.
    '"Buffy, Spike and Dru will. Now I better get you to Spike."

*****
    "Morning Giles," said a chipper Willow." Have you seen Buffy?"
    "No, but she'll be here," Giles replied without even looking up from =
his work.
    "Whatcha' working on?" Willow asked shyly.
    "Nothing," Giles said and slammed his book closed.
    "Giles, it says here if we want him back we have to get him here at =
darkfal..."Miss Calendar said.
    "So that's what you're working on."
    "Yes, but it's a surprise, so don't say anything." Giles said sternly.
    "Anything about what?" Xander said entering the library.=20
    "We are going to surprise Buffy with Angel being human again.=20
    "Oh yay!" Xander said sarcastically.
    "Tonight at dark. If you find her tell her to be there."

*****
    "How lovely it is to have the best one delivered to us on a silver =
platter," taunted Spike.
    "Angel we are gonna need some before dinner snacks. Fetch some. Nowwww! =

    As Angel walked into the moonlit street Jenny and Giles spotted him.
    "I knew he would be out, I just knew!" Giles said incredibly =
enthusiastically as Jenny looked at him like he was crazy.=20
    "Well, I better begin!"=20
    "Arora soray clumbeatep..."said Jenny.
    "...Sisyphus eclytis la voche tra keeey" Giles finished.
    "Angel fell to the ground, but this time not yelling out Buffy's name.
    "Oh poor Angel!" Jenny said.=20
    "Angel are you alright?"
    "Oh my God, I'm back. I'm back!!!"
    "We have to find Buffy to show her the ne..."=20
    "Oh my God, I... he took her to Spike. We have to save her."
    "Well we have to get her," said Xander, Willow and Cordelia emerging =
from their hiding places.
    "How long have you guys been here?"=20
    "Just a few minutes...but we want to help." Willow said.
    "And you can't stop us!" Cordelia chimed in.

*****
    "Where the he** is Angel?"
    "Love, what's with this naughty language?"
    "Who cares, we have the slayer."
    "Yes, but she's not alone," said Angel coming in the dimly lit room =
with the who;e slayerette squad following behind him.=20
    "What do you think you're doing Angelus?"
    "Saving Buffy" Angel simply replied.
    "No, you're human again!" cried out Spike.
    "Spike, love, Angel is human, he is weak, so much emphasis on the =
negative," Said Dru.
    "Oh yes we'll fight for her. Winner takes all," Angel said as Spike =
nodded in acknowledgement.=20
    Suddenly everything started shaking.
    "God, Sunnydale doesn't ever have earthquakes, and we have one at a =
time like this," Buffy complained.=20
    A brick fell from the make-shift ceiling and whacked Spike on the head. =

    "No, Spike!"=20
    Angel quickly acted and stabbed the limp body with the wooden stake.=20
    "Well that was easier than I thought," Buffy said. "Now get me out!"
    "I won't let you!" cried out Dru.
    "Ahhh!" cried out Dru as more of the ceiling fell on her.=20
    They all got out, just as the whole room collapsed.=20

*****
    "So Angel, you're 100% human?"
    "Mmmhmmm," Angel groaned as he leaned down to kiss her laying in the =
hospital bed.=20
    "Well I guess this all ended happily!"
    "Buffy I want you to know that I am sorry for everything that =
happened," Jenny said.
    "It's o.k. Miss Calendar, everything turned out even better than =
before."
    "I guess the whole gang's back together again!"
    " I love you guys!"
*****

    "Spike, Spike, why is everything so dark?"=20

=20
=09

    =20



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Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 20:30:33 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Tragic Sighs" (1/1) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story
from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are not mine. I donÆt
own them, nor do I claim any rights to them. They belong
to Joss Whedon, the WB Network, Kuzui, Sandollar, and
Mutant Enemy. The songs I use are "Ice" and "Mercy" by
Sarah McLachlan. "Ice" is from her CD "Fumbling
Towards Ecstasy," and "Mercy" is from her album
"Solace."  They are used without permission.

SUMMARY: This takes place during the end of Surprise.
I suppose IÆve finally come to terms with events as
theyÆve transpired. This is my angle on it, and has nothing
to do with my other stories. IÆm planning on following this
up with my theory on what might happen now. I love Sarah
McLachlan, and recommend any of her CDÆs. TheyÆre just
so haunting- great to write to!

WARNING: This one deserves a PG-13 for sex, so you
know the storyà DonÆt say I didnÆt warn you.

***
"The ice is thin
Come on, dive in
underneath my lucid skin
the cold is lost, forgotten.

Hours pass, days pass
Time stands still
Light gets dark and darkness fills
my secret heart, forbidden

I think you worried for me then
the subtle way that IÆd give in
but I know
You liked the show

Tied down to this bed of shame
You tried to move around the pain,
but oh,
Your soul is anchored

The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me a lie upon your lips
Offer what you can
IÆll take all that I can get
Only a foolÆs here to stay

Well I donÆt like your tragic sighs
as if your god has passed you by
Well hey, fool, thatÆs your deception

Your angels speak with jilted tongue
The serpentÆs tail has come undone
You have no
Strength to squander

The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me a lie upon your lips
Offer what you can
IÆll take all that I can get

Only a foolÆs here to stay
Only a foolÆs here to stay
Only a foolÆs hereà"

***
"Tragic Sighs," by Ingrid
Part One of One

***
"Buffy, maybe we shouldnÆt-"

"Just kiss me"

She gripped his face hard. His entire being screamed
for her, against his will, almost. But for once, there was
no upstanding moral Angel. There was only fierce need
there and the anguish of the inner torment that had
become a part of him. He let her take the lead, convince
him that this is what they both wanted. It didnÆt take much
convincing. How had they come this far when he always
tried to run away. He couldnÆt run this time.

Her skin was soft and yielding as he slid his hands over
it. Silky and smooth and he worshipped her with his lips,
trailing kisses down her neck, whispering long forgotten
words of devotion in her ear. She herself was busy at his
neck, and he paused as a wave of pleasure rocked his
body. She smiled intimately, shyly pulled at his shirt. He
understood, and stretched out of it, letting it carelessly fall
to the floor.

He watched Buffy from behind his chocolate eyes,
appraising, and asking- begging? If this was what she
wanted. She only buried her face in his shoulder, pressing
her lips to the tender skin there. Had he any breath, he might
have gasped.

Then she pulled away, watching him expectantly, and again,
he faltered. She knew, and gave him an understanding smile.
She peeled the wet shirt from her body and kissed him again,
wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He felt her hand
pass over the tattoo on his back. The mere touch made him
dizzy.

They slipped under the velvet covers touching; always touching.
He folded his hand over hers, felt the cool metal of her ring
against his skin. Their fingers slid together almost of their own
accord. He heard her breath catch.

"I love you." He said it once again; a thousand times and more
as his eyes filled with light, and he remembered what it was like
to be alive- and a love so agonizing and sweet that he had never
experienced in his two-hundred years of existence.

"I love you." Who was saying it now? He heard no voice even- he
felt it, and suddenly he felt her small body relax against his. Her
head rested on his shoulder, beneath his chin. Had her eyes
already closed?

"I love you," he whispered to the air, "I loveà"

And though he might watch her, he too felt sleep cloud his vision,
and only pulled her close and the blanket up over them.

He almost felt his own breath as he closed his eyes. It didnÆt
seem so impossible suddenly. And he slept clinging to her as if
he were adrift in an unfamiliar sea.
***
FIN Mail comments to "[e-mail]"
"There is no hope in regretting now
all the pain that we could not see
We both knew what we wanted
and we took it believing it free
and we took it believing it free."
- -Sarah McLachlan, "Mercy"


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Date: Mon, 9 Feb 1998 22:56:54 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Let Me Count The Ways

>So I thought about how I dealt/deal with nightmares.

>1) I wake up before anything nasty happens.
>2) I change the dream into a different direction, or
>3) I beat the @#$# out of the nightmare.

L.D. Steele-
Though I am of the school that does not particularly wish for Angel's
death and torture, I enjoyed your fics. Not only were they well written,
but they were *different* - Three cheers for ingenuity! I particularly
enjoyed the "Willow" version. I can just see her big goofy robot lifting
a baffled Angel into the air. Pity he had to die. You seemed to be having
so much fun torturing him! =)
- -Ingrid


"I know. I look like Willow, I act like Willow... I guess I am Willow"

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Date: Mon, 09 Feb 1998 22:12:53
From: "L.D. Steele" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Let Me Count the Ways.... (6/7)

Title:      Let Me Count the Ways....
By:         Dawn Steele
Email:      [e-mail]
Distribution: SunS web site, Anya's archive if she wants. All other's ask.
Spoilers:   "Innocence", references to events in "Phases".  AU after that.
Rating:     Adult (BTVS type violence) to R (stronger violence than BTVS)
Feedback:   I'd love some. :)

Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. I'm making no profit beyond the
enjoyment of writing the characters. What doesn't belong to Joss
belongs to Mutant Enemy, Inc.

This one gets a "vicious" warning. Well... if you have any sort of
imagination. <EG>

#7 will be sent out tomorrow because right now it's on a different
computer. :)

Let Me Count the Ways.... (6/7)
By: Dawn Steele ([e-mail])

"So what are we doing tonight?" Spike wheeled around a group of boxes, and
turned his wheelchair so that he was facing Angel. The old bastard was
looking lazy tonight, lying limply down on top of a set of crates for his
daytime snooze.

"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try and take over the world!"

Angel sat up, and then jumped off the boxes -- deliberately landing a shade
too close to Spike's wheelchair. He ran his hand through Spike's crewcut
hair and sauntered off.

"Arrogant blowhard." Spike shifted back a foot and then turned the chair to
follow Angelus.

The old bastard was starting to get to him. Friendship and a shared love of
killing and torture were all well and good, but he didn't like the way he
was looking at Dru these days.

Drusilla had been Angelus' long before she'd hooked up with him. His toy,
prize and plaything all rolled up in one. Spike knew he shouldn't be
worried. It wasn't right -- Drusilla was his. She loved him.

After all, she might have <loved> Angelus, but she didn't <love> him. But
then she liked killing people too and he wasn't much help in that
department lately.

The jealous thoughts were twisting him apart. He felt like throwing up
blood and making Angelus eat it -- and not in a nice way either.

Moving into the main room, he could see them together. Dru was playing
random keys on the synthesizer that was Angelus had brought over, and
he was now listening intently to whatever she was saying.

"... because all the mice were dead, and the cat couldn't play anymore."
She nodded. Looking beautiful and cheerful. When Drusilla looked that
cheerful it usually meant that things would be dead very soon.

They would probably go to for a wild night on the town leaving him behind
like a bad puppy.

And the worst part of this whole miserable evening was that his wheelchair
was starting to squeak.

Dru was looking beautifully dead in a long black evening gown with
greenish-purple spiders running all over it. He'd bought it for her in Prague.
She loved twisting her body about and trying to count them.

He'd even found a small pile of real spiders on his bed one evening as a
gift.

Spike realized that he couldn't take the chance Angel might try to take her
away from him.

He was going to have to kill him.

And he needed to get Drusilla's help or he might as well just skate himself
and get it over with.

"How long are you planning on hiding out in here, while the Slayer kills us
off one by one?" Spike paused. "You're not going soft on me again, are you?
Too many care bear feelings coming on?"

"Spike!" Drusilla rushed forward, and almost planted herself on his lap. If
he hadn't set the brake, it would have rolled embarrassingly backwards.
"You're awake, and it's evening, and it's dark outside, and I feel like
.... <something> red and plump."

She stretched up, and started picking through his hair for lice even though
it had been a hundred years since the last time she'd found any. Spike
wondered if she'd ever done that with Angel.

Angel, on the other hand, seemed to be ignoring his words. He shut off the
synthesizer, and picked up his leather jacket.

"Well? I've heard you only made one kill so far... and that was of a girl
Buffy hardly knew. Where's the Angel I knew and respected? Still
thinking about getting back into her bed? Maybe thinking of getting a
permanent arrangement?"

Drusilla hissed, and jumped off his lap. "My Angel wouldn't go for her!."
She grabbed hold of Angel's lapels, and leaned against him. "Would you?"

"I'm in no hurry." He wasn't even angry. "It been too long since I've been
able to enjoy myself. I'll kill her when <I> want to."

Spike rolled forwards. "You don't sound so sure, mate. She might be a
pretty little thing, but long-term? Next thing I know, we'll be going to
Reno for the ceremony, and you'll be asking me to be the best man."

"I hear she's still wearing the ring you gave her."

Angel pushed Drusilla aside, and stepped closer. He fairly loomed over him.
"You have no say in whatever I do. You never did. You never <will>." He
laid a
hand on Spike's chest and pushed him back a couple of feet. The brakes
screeched protestingly against the concrete floor.

"But it <is> my business as long as you're staying here."

"Your name isn't on the lease... Even if the rats do <provide>." He
smirked; one of his best. "You're not still imagining yourself in charge
here? I have no intention of taking orders from you." He ran his eyes over
Spike. "You couldn't even get away from a fat Bishop with a weak heart."

"I'm not going to be in this chair forever."

"Really? I haven't seen you making any great strides lately." He slung his
hands into his jacket, and started to walk towards Spike. "Maybe I should
put you out of your misery."

Angel didn't have any warning. One second Drusilla was staring at the
ceiling, and the next the demon inside her was fully apparant and she was
attached to his back.

His counterattack was swift, and soon the two vampires were viciously
rolling and struggling all over the floor.

Spike twisted around, and grabbed the water pistol from underneath pillow.
Then he took out the water blaster he'd found at one of the large toy
stores from the bag behind the chair. Wariness and preparation paid off
again.

He waited until Angelus had Dru pinned on the floor, and then stood up
awkwardly. Taking a hesitant step forward, he placed the gun on the back of
Angel's neck.

"You're not hurting my precious Dru." Spike squeezed, and let the contents
spurt out all over Angel's head. A few drops fell on his hand, and he
ignored the feel of the holy water burning into his skin.

Angel screamed, and rolled away from Dru.

Spike dropped the empty water pistol to the floor, and picked up the water
blaster.

He thought of the time, not so long ago, when Dru had lovingly splashed
holy water on Angel's chest, and Angel had tried to trick him into killing
him.

Well -- Dru was all better now, and Spike didn't need him anymore.

He let the water blaster rip.

Angel's skin bubbled and burst where the holy water soaked in. He thrashed
on the floor trying to get out of his drenched clothing.

Spike felt a hand run along his back. "That wasn't playing nice." She
whispered into his ear. Her tongue licked out, and played along the outside
rim for a few seconds.

"Do you mind?"

"Not really."

Spike laughed. "Good."

Spike turned around, and saw that Drusilla had found a sharp piece of wood.

"I get to finish him and turn him into bright sparkles!"

He grabbed her shoulders, and leaned in for a long kiss. "I wouldn't have
it any other way, love."

Together, they turned around and aproached Angel.

Drusilla half supported, half carried him as they walked. She slipped an
arm underneath his shirt and started caressing his back. Torture always got
her excited. "Spike... how much of the nasty stuff do you have?"

"Quite a bit."

She started giggling. "Angel looks <awfully> dirty." She moved the hand down
to the top of his pants. "Maybe we should give him a bath?"

"I love you, Dru."

"I love you Spike."

The night passed, and they had a lot of fun before they drained the ash-filled
water out of the tub.

(end of version 6)








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Date: Mon, 09 Feb 1998 07:10:41 -0500
From: sah <[e-mail]> (by way of sah <[e-mail]>)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN:  List rules

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Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 14:29:45 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Time has Come (1/1)

Hi Everybody!

Buffy's been depressing me and I've been getting late night visits from
Angelus telling me I should kill off Angel in all my stories.  So, to keep
me from going crazy, or actually siding with the soulless demon I've
decided to send out some funny stories.  I wrote these in December
but I never sent them here.  Well now I am!  I hope you like them.

TITLE:  The Time has Come
AUTHOR:  Aramat
RATING:  PG
SUMMARY:  Buffy's got a surprise for her guy, but it's not what he
expected.
DIST.:  My page.  Anywhere else, ask first.
FEEDBACK:  Please do.  It will make me happy.  I need to be happy.
DISC.:  I don't own BtVS.  Joss Whedon and the WB do.


The Time has Come

Buffy flashed her companion a naughty smile as she started her show.
Sauntering sexily behind the door, she reached out holding a shirt and
dropped it to the ground.  Angel watched wide-eyed and opened mouthed
as Buffy threw another garment across the room.  He was speechless
and, quite honestly, a little appalled.  This was the last thing he had
expected from Buffy.

Buffy tossed another piece of clothing to Angel, who caught it instinctively.
"So, Angel, are you enjoying the show?"

Angel nodded automatically, still to stunned to speak.  Only when Buffy
tossed out his favorite item did he finally speak.

"Buffy, don't you think this is going a little far?," he asked as he caught
the pair of pants she hurled at him.

Buffy shook her head.  "Nope," she answered.  "We've been together a
year now and I think the time is right.  It's time for a change and this is
as good a time for it as any."

Angel, of course, did not agree.  "Buffy, don't do this," Angel pleaded
uselessly.  "Please don't do this."

Buffy almost gave in to the soft, desperate note in his voice.  But she
had promised herself she was going to do this.  She was not backing
out now.  If she had to go one more day like this, she wouldn't be able
to cope.  Somehow she had to loosen Angel up and this was the only
way she could think of to get his attention.  Stepping from behind the
door, she walked over to Angel and dumped a pile of clothes at his feet.

"I know I'm being a little Cordelia-ish," she admitted as she headed back
to the closet.  "But, if I have to witness you making yet another fashion
mistake I'm likely to drive a stake through your cute little heart.  So, in
the spirit of keeping you alive, or as alive as any vampire can be, humor
me.  Please."

Angel, not yet ready to die, again, reluctantly agreed.  He winced when
Buffy tossed another shirt out of the closet.

"So, how much is this new wardrobe going to cost me?," he asked as he
got up from the bed and joined Buffy in the closet.

Buffy smiled, picturing a night of shopping, and spending money, with
Angel.  Turning to him she couldn't help laughing as she visioned the
amount of money they were going to spend.  Briefly she wondered if she
could talk him into buying a car.  A nice sporty, expensive Porsche.
Convertible.  In red.  With black leather seats.  And an unusually roomy
backseat.

Shaking her head as her thoughts of backseats led to thoughts of Angel
naked in that backseat went wild.  "Let's just say it's a good thing you've
racked up a lot of cash in your 241 years," she told him when her
hormones calmed down.  "And it's a good thing it's the holidays.  Stores'll
be open late which gives us plenty of time to shop."

Angel looked pained at the thought.  He had a fairly good feeling that
shopping hadn't changed much in 200 years.  He was going to be in for
a long night.

"Lucky me," he said dryly.

Buffy smiled.  "Don't worry," she reassured.  "We'll have fun.  And if
you're good I might even spice up your time in the fitting room."

Leaving Angel to finish what she started, Buffy walked out of the closet
and over to the phone.  "Now," she mumbled to herself as she picked
up the reciever and dialed a familiar number.  "Let's see if Giles is ready
for his closet raid."
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Two more to go!  =)


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Date: Tue, 10 Feb 1998 14:29:49 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: A Night at the Mall  (1/1)

Okay, here's the second one!  Enjoy!

TITLE:  A Night at the Mall
AUTHOR:  Aramat
RATING:  PG
SUMMARY:  Buffy and Angel go shopping.  Need I say more?
DIST.:  My place (http://members.tripod.com/~Aramat1/fanfic.html)
Anywhere else, ask me please.
FEEDBACK:  Please do.  It will make me happy.  I need to be happy.
DISC.:  I don't own BtVS.  Joss Whedon and the WB do.


A Night at the Mall

Angel had had enough.  He'd been poked and prodded.  He'd been
undressed and dressed once again.  He'd had to repeatedly rebuff the
advances of tall black-haired salesgirl who, apparently, didn't believe
Buffy would do her great bodily harm, and a short blond-haired man
who looked as though he'd welcome any pain Buffy chose to give him.
He'd been attacked by Buffy in the small confines of a fitting room.
Well, he really couldn't complain about that one, but it had been tiring,
and had taken great acrobatic efforts from both him and Buffy.  But all
the other stuff was getting to him.  He was sick of being propositioned
and he was sick of trying on clothes.  And he wasn't doing it anymore.

Grabbing Buffy's arm, he pulled her over to a nearby bench and sat down.
Buffy had a little trouble, but once she'd sat down all the bags she was
carrying she situated herself on the crowded seat with Angel.

"Why are we stopping?," she asked staring at him in confusion.  "We're
just getting started.  I'm in a groove.  Isn't this fun?"

Angel shook his head.  "Buffy, we have been to almost every store in
this mall," he told her a tinge of annoyance in his voice.  "I'm tired.
I'm hungry.  I want to go home."

Buffy ignored the petulant look he was giving her and stood up.  "Quit
complaining," she told him firmly.  "We'll go to the food court and I'll buy
you a burger.  Then we'll hit the stores we missed, and when we're done
we'll go home."

Angel frowned.  "I am not leaving this spot, Buffy," he stated.  "And I
don't want a burger."  I want to suck every last drop of your shopping
crazy blood, he thought muderously.

Buffy closed her eyes and mentally counted to ten.  When that wasn't
enough she counted again.  When she was reasonably calm she withdrew
a stake from some hidden spot and waved it in front of Angel.  He looked
at it, then up at Buffy and smiled warily.

"Do not make me dust you," she demanded, her eyes cold.  Angel
nodded, clearly believing she would.  Buffy replaced the stake and grabbed
some bags.  "Now get up, follow me, and do not complain again.  Is that
understood?"

Angel nodded.  "Completely understood," he answered.  He stood up
from the bench, grabbed the remaining bags and followed Buffy as she
walked away.  "But I'm still hungry," he grumbled.

Buffy sighed.  "Fine," she said giving in.  "When we're done here we'll
swing back by the Gap and you can drain the brunette salesgirl who kept
eying you.  After that surprise she'll never mess with me again."  Buffy
walked purposely toward a store chatting nonstop about what they still
had to purchase.

Angel sighed, following her reluctantly, and looked at his watch.  To his
dismay the time was only 10:00.  Another two hours of shopping to go.
As Buffy walked into another store, giving all the salesgirls lethal stares,
he groaned.

"Hell is starting to look pretty good right about now," Angel muttered to
himself.  He watched as Buffy pulled a lime green and orange striped knit
shirt off the rack and eyed it appreciatively.  "As a matter of fact I'm
wishing they'd send me there now."

Buffy motioned him over to where she was standing and said, "Let's see
how you look in lime green."

Angel grabbed the shirt and headed toward the fitting room hoping
midnight would get there soon.  Buffy watched Angel go before turning
back to the rack.  Picking up a shirt, she wondered if Giles would look
better in black or mauve.
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One more to go! =)

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