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Buffyfic-digest       Monday, February 16 1998       Volume 02 : Number 036



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: FW: Website Idea
       DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Website Idea
       Re: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Website Idea
       DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: Just Another Normal Conversation (1/1)
       Re: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Website Idea
       BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (1/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (2/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (3/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: ATTN: Sins of the Mother proofreaders
       BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (4/?) by Ingrid
       Re: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (4/?) by Ingrid
       Re: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (4/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: When Dreams Come True  (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (5/?) by Ingrid

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Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 12:52:28 -0600
From: The Gardner Family <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: FW: Website Idea

Sapphire,
I think that is a great idea. I am on the Lois and Clark fanfic =
distribution list and they have an archive with over 600 fanfics on it. =
If we started one we could have pretty many up soon!! I volunteer to =
help, but I really can't take on that much work. :) They also have a =
fanfic challenge going on where they give some hints and you try to =
figure out the name and author of the fic. I don't know if that is what =
you were talking about, but these are some cool things to try. :)
Brad Gardner
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Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 15:48:44 -0500 (EST)
From: Betsy Vera <[e-mail]>
Subject: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Website Idea

On Thu, 12 Feb 1998, The Gardner Family wrote:

> I think that is a great idea. I am on the Lois and Clark fanfic
> distribution list and they have an archive with over 600 fanfics on it.
> Brad Gardner

How is this different from

The Buffyfic Archive at
http://www.freenet.hamilton.on.ca/~ag775/BUFFYFIC.HTM

or

The Slayer's Fanfic Archive at
http://www.slayerfanfic.com/

or

The Buffy Beta Archive at
http://worstwitch.simplenet.com/Buffy/bbeta/index.htm

(to name the three biggest Buffy fiction archives)?



Betsy - [e-mail]
Bentley's Bedlam: http://bentley.simplenet.com
Fanfic Resources: http://www-personal.umich.edu/~bentley
"Mind Like A Steel Trap - Rusty And Illegal In 37 States"


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Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 15:14:31 -0600 (CST)
From: Tina <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Website Idea

On Thu, 12 Feb 1998, Betsy Vera wrote:

> (to name the three biggest Buffy fiction archives)?

And you so conveniently gave us the urls for them all!  Many thanks,
Betsy...

Damn.  I so don't want to wirk.

Tina <[e-mail]>
Ms. Calendar's Domain: http://www.enteract.com/~shedwyn/calendar
*NatPack  *SunS  *Slayerette  *Duchovnik Lurker  *CoS  *MCTP  *AGA
*Keeper of Ms. Calendar's Pendant  *KotM of the CoJ *Broom Brigade Lurker
"*Diana*?!?!?!?! Ancient Patron Goddess of I-*So*-Do-Not-Need-A-Man-
- -For-_Anything_?"  --Dianne



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Date: Thu, 12 Feb 1998 15:22:50 PST
From: "Black Fire" <[e-mail]>
Subject: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: Just Another Normal Conversation (1/1)

>All done now.  Oh, and before I forget feedback is gladly accepted.
Thanks!

The only reason I'm not in hysterics is because I'm sitting in a
library.



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Date: Thu, 12 Feb 98 19:08:17 PST
From: "Sapphire" <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Website Idea

> How is this different from

No, I am not starting a major archive. I have my hands full with
my X-Files archive. This one is just for fanfics that are written in
response to any challenge given on either atbc or buffyfic. I also
post the challenges that are out at the moment. Right now I only
have challenges, no fanfics that answer them because it is too new.
I just thougth it was a fun little project to do for Buffy, which is fast
becoming as important as XF to me. I seem to be more inspired by
Buffy as of late. Challenges can be a fun way to get ideas and fanfic
flowing IF PEOPLE ANSWER THEM ;) ::hint hint::  I do my best
work sometimes from challenge inspiration. I also plan to archive
the round robin from the newsgroup there. Does that answer your
question?  BTW, I always ask permission before I archive.

Sapphire



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Date: Fri, 13 Feb 1998 19:43:20 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (1/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The marvelous characters mentioned from
Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine. I borrow them
without permission, and IÆm not making any money on this!
The wonderful people that *are not* suing me for this
reason are The Warner Brothers Network, Kuzui, Sandollar,
Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy.

SUMMARY: Okay. When you read this part, you may
say "what the heck is this? Another clone of the "Jenny
Calendar retrieves AngelÆs soul" plot, but it wonÆt be just
that. And thatÆs a promise. There will be something that
makes my story (yeah!) different! (So hang in there with
my trite first part!) Ummà Oh yeah. This takes place in
the normal BtVS universe, so everything thatÆs happened
has happened. ThatÆs about it.

***
"Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid E. Stanton
Part One of ???
***

A storm raged outside the window, and Jenny jumped to
hear a branch beat against it. She really shouldnÆt be here,
she thought to herself. Buffy and Rupert were probably right
down the hall in the library, and she knew she was the last
person they wanted to see. She felt wretched. Lower than
scum. Her uncle was dead, and sheÆd broken a girlÆs heart-
and "killed" a vampire, the part of him that was human,
anyway.

She set the book on the desk when her arms began to give
out. The volume was thick and heavy, and covered with dust.
Evidence of how old it wasà and how little it had been used
since then. Gypsies didnÆt like to use magic to accomplish
their goals anymore. *Now they send third rate gypsies to
guard vampires,* she thought, and watched them fail miserably.
She sighed and tapped her computer. This is what they had
given up their curses for: the comforts of modern life. How come
she didnÆt feel so comforted right now?

A chill breeze that seemed to come from nowhere traveled up
her spine, and she shivered. The page crackled as it turned,
and nearly ripped. Her head was throbbing after having read so
many pages, and she didnÆt know how long this would take, or
even if it could be accomplished at all.

And there it was. As if by fate, she lighted upon some blurry
writing about souls. This could work! The discovery almost made
her forget how difficult this would be. She ran a hand through her
tangled hair, and grabbed the book. Her muscles strained with
the weight as she ran to the library.

***
"Buffy!" The library door burst open and Miss Calendar came
crashing through. She dropped something heavy onto the
library counter and turned to Giles and Buffy who stared at her
with alarm.

She looked terrible. Her mascara had run, leaving a dark
mark under her eyes, only adding to the bags already there. She
was unusually pale, deathlike almost. Her hair rested about her
in the strangest tangles, and her clothing was rumpled severely.

"Jenny, why are you here? And whatÆs the matter with you?" At
the sight of her, Giles was able to put aside any vindictive loyalty
to Buffy quickly. He crossed the room and held her upper arms.
"What have you been doing?"

She took a few deep breaths, and Buffy looked on skeptically,
but worriedly none the less. Miss Calendar forgot to answer
Giles, immediately focusing on Buffy, who was seated at the
main table, watching her back.

"Listen Buffy, IÆve found what may be a way to restore AngelÆs
soul."

"But you saidà"

"I know what I said. I was being a coward. Now I donÆt know
that this will work, but I have to try for the sake of what IÆve done
to you. IÆm not asking for a reconciliation. I just want to help."

Buffy stepped down the stairs slowly, joining Giles and Jenny
by the door.

"What do we do?"

"We need to get Angelus here," she answered breathlessly,
"Then we can begin."

The door flew open again, and Willow Rosenberg popped through.

Giles raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "Forgot my Chemistry. Wanted to see what Miss
Calendar was doing here looking like that."

Giles rolled his eyes as Willow took her usual seat at the
computer. Buffy looked at Giles and Miss Calendar. "IÆll go now," she
said resolutely.

Giles quickly objected. "Buffy, this is ridiculous. Miss Calendar
hasnÆt even told us about this spell, and IÆm sure she doesnÆt
know how it works, or even if it works. We need to prepare first!"

BuffyÆs eyes narrowed coldly. "And while we *prepare* Angelus
makes a midnight snack out of one of my classmates." She
whipped her head around and marched outside, leaving Giles
stunned and completely taken aback.

Miss Calendar quickly got to work, squinting to read the text and
memorize it. If she was right, they would have Angel back
permanently. If she wasnÆt, they would have one angry vampire on
their hands, and not much could be done. She felt Giles stand
behind her, reading over her shoulder.

After a few moments of intense silence, he spoke. "You do
know that this is one of the most dangerous and foolish things
that you have ever done."

She looked back at him. "When Angel is back, you can give me
a lecture." She looked back at the book gravely and continued
her pursuit.
***
END, Part One
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Date: Sat, 14 Feb 1998 19:24:58 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (2/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The marvelous characters mentioned from
Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine. I borrow them
without permission, and IÆm not making any money on this!
The wonderful people that *are not* suing me for this
reason are The Warner Brothers Network, Kuzui, Sandollar,
Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy.

SUMMARY: HereÆs part two. We continue with Buffy after
sheÆs left the library. Oh yeah. This takes place in the normal
BtVS universe, so everything thatÆs happened has happened.
You know the story: If you donÆt get this, thatÆs æcause you
havenÆt read the other part. If you want to get this, just ask
me for it. ([e-mail])

***
"Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid E. Stanton
Part Two
***

Buffy pressed against the sheets of rain that crashed down on
her. Her clothes were soaked, but she wasnÆt cold. She was
simply numb. The water sprayed her face, nearly blinding her
in the process, but didnÆt need to see. She would sense him
when he came.

She laughed bitterly. SheÆd thought sheÆd eliminated any hope
she might have had for getting him back, but as soon as JennyÆd
mentioned the spell, sheÆd felt all the hope and pain rise up to the
surface again. Something inside her broke loose and began to
bleed afresh.

Then the tears came. SheÆd thought theyÆd dried up permanently.
She tried to concentrate on the statistics. There was probably about
a two percent chance this would work, and heÆd probably kill them
all when it failed.

She didnÆt care.

Then she felt it. The demon that was so particular to *him.* He had
to be several meters in front of her. She turned back towards the library
nonchalantly, and began to walk. He was following. Somehow, she
knew he would. She kept walking, never once looking back to betray
her knowledge of his whereabouts. She saw the library up ahead dimly.
 When she got there, she entered quickly, making sure the door was
unlocked behind her. She walked resolutely around the corner and then
took off, flying into the library. Giles and Miss Calendar whipped their
heads towards the door instantaneously.

"HeÆs here," she reported calmly.

Giles looked towards the balcony. "Willow." The girl stepped out of the
shadows and came to the center of the library, where Buffy noticed a
large circle of blood. Willow entered the circle and stood in the middle.

"Will! What are you doing?" She looked at Giles. "She canÆt be a part
of this-"

"Buffy, we need a volunteer, and neither the slayer nor the watcher can
participate in the circle. Come with me quickly, Buffy." Giles nodded
towards the library office. "Jenny?"

She looked grave and pale. "IÆm ready." Leaving the book on the table,
she took her place in a shadowy corner of the room. It didnÆt take very
long for Angel to make it to the library. He knew where to go, having
spent so many hours there before he was changed. Like Buffy, he was
soaked to the bone, but it didnÆt seem to bother him either. When he
saw Willow, he smiled.

"Oh. ItÆs you. I donÆt suppose you know where Buffy is."

Willow stared at him silently.

"DonÆt worry though. IÆm sure we can have more fun without her." He
smiled, flashing a wide grin. "In fact, I believe it was Buffy who
interrupted
us last time." He moved closer, and Willow nearly shrunk away, but she
forced herself to stand there, trembling within.

He raised his eyebrows. "Awwà You scared? DonÆt worry. IÆll make
this quick and painless. Wait a minute. Who am I kidding?" He laughed
and grabbed her hair.

Suddenly, Jenny began to chant from the back. Angel looked up, thrown
into defense mode. "What kind of trick is this?" He inhaled the scent of
blood, and looked down instantly, to see the blood boiling at his feet.
His
eyes went wide in terror.

"No you donÆt, witch!" He yelled viciously at the corner of the room,
where
Jenny was still chanting. All the lights went out.

Gold fireworks began to burst about the room, and the bubbling blood
became a ring of fire. With all his strength, Angelus shoved Willow. She
didnÆt move, but he went flying out of the fire with a scream, and landed

hard next to the door. In a moment he was scrambling to his feet, and he
launched himself through the doors, never looking back.

Willow screamed in agony as she felt the fire burn her hair and suffocate

her. She opened her eyes for her final glimpse of the library. She looked

down, expecting to see only smoke, but instead, she saw the flames
leaping from her body, which was completely intact! The fire surrounded
her, growing taller and taller, so that it was all she could see around
her.
JennyÆs chant died away with the roar of the flames, and a surging pain
shot through her chest. She didnÆt even make a sound. All went black.

Jenny was chanting wildly now, unable to control the words that came from

her mouth. Fire sprung from her hands, and all her anger was directed
into
the blaze at the center of the room. Something in the pit of her soul was

driving the destruction. She felt strong, though she could not direct
what she
was channeling. Then, as quickly as it had come, the anger died away, and

she was struggling to keep up and finish the spell. She forced the
remaining
words and felt the fire go out in a single puff. Smoke filled the room,
and she
choked hard, breathing the stuff through her mouth. Dizziness crept into
her.
Her brain was spinning, and she gave in, collapsing to the floor.
****
END, PART TWO
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Date: Sat, 14 Feb 1998 23:25:45 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (3/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The marvelous characters mentioned from
Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine. I borrow them
without permission, and IÆm not making any money on this!
The wonderful people that *are not* suing me for this
reason are The Warner Brothers Network, Kuzui, Sandollar,
Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy.

SUMMARY: Part three continues in the library. This takes
place in the normal  BtVS universe, so everything thatÆs
happened has happened. You know the story: If you donÆt
get this, thatÆs æcause you havenÆt read the other parts. If
you want to get this, just ask me for it. ([e-mail])

***
"Ghost of a Chance" by Ingrid
Part Three
***

As the smoke began to dissipate, Buffy and Giles took off for
the two bodies that lay in the library. Buffy rushed to WillowÆs
side, passing a resentful glance at an unconscious Miss
Calendar. Buffy found a pulse. Willow was alive. She breathed
a sigh of relief.

"How is she," she asked coldly, referring to Jenny, whom Giles
was holding loosely.

"SheÆll be fine." He waited. "Buffy, she tried, and IÆm sure it was
at great expense to herself. You canÆt hold her accountable-"

"ItÆs hard not to," she admitted, pulling Willow up into a chair.
"She could have killed Willow," she stated flatly.

"Buffy, Willow knew the risks. She volunteered."

Buffy looked at Willow sadly. "You would, wouldnÆt you?"

Miss Calendar came around quickly after with a groan. She looked
up at Giles anxiously. "Angel?"

Giles shook his head and looked away.

"Damn!" She buried her head in Giles shoulder and closed her
eyes. Then she remembered. Buffy. She turned around and saw the
slayer in the corner, watching her friend. "IÆm sorry," she offered.

Buffy ignored her, but Giles was quick to intercede. "YouÆll have to
forgive her, Jenny. Its just-"

"ItÆs just I screwed her again," she cried. "Goodbye Rupert. IÆm going
home." She slipped from his arms and hobbled out of the room. Her
shoulders sagged as she walked, and it took some effort to push the
door open.

"Buffy-" He was asking permission to follow her, Buffy realized.

"Fine Giles. Go with her. SheÆs not fit to drive anyway."

Giles hesitated a moment longer and looked at Willow. "If anything
happens, call me," he cautioned her, and then ran out to follow Jenny.

Buffy had no concept of time as she sat and watched WillowÆs still form
in the chair. She was studying a pattern on WillowÆs jacket when the
hacker awoke, as if from a long nap. He eyes opened slightly, and she
had a puzzled look on her face. "Buffy?"

Buffy looked at the girl with affection. "Yeah Will, Its me."

"Buffy, did it work? Is Angel-"

Buffy looked down. "No," she answered to the floor.

WillowÆs face fell. "Oh." She looked at Buffy compassionately.
"IÆm sorry."

"ThatÆs okay Will. You did your part. You could have died."

"It would have been worth it."

Buffy sniffled as she looked into WillowÆs eyes. "LetÆs get you
home." She looked out the large window. "The rainÆs stopped."
Willow put an arm around BuffyÆs shoulder, and together, they left
the silent library behind them.
***
END, PART THREE
Please tell me what you think. I cannot live on posts alone!
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Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 23:01:22 -0500 (EST)
From: Robert Rhoades <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: ATTN: Sins of the Mother proofreaders

This friday, my computer crashed and I can't access ANY on it for a while,
and I must rely on the school's computer.

So for those who were signed up to proofread my fan fiction, please reply
to my new address and send a copy of Part Six so that I have and can post
it soon, please.

Thanx,
- -Vapthorne


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Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 23:14:31 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (4/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The marvelous characters mentioned from
Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine. I borrow them
without permission, and IÆm not making any money on this!
The wonderful people that *are not* suing me for this
reason are The Warner Brothers Network, Kuzui, Sandollar,
Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy.

SUMMARY: Part four continues the next day. This takes
place in the normal  BtVS universe, so everything thatÆs
happened has happened. You know the story: If you donÆt
get this, thatÆs æcause you havenÆt read the other parts. If
you want to get this, just ask me for it. ([e-mail])

***
"Ghost of a Chance" by Ingrid
Part Four
***

The alarm clock in Willow RosenbergÆs room had an
obnoxious sound. Even more obnoxious when you had
a migraine, and were trying to sleep it off, she added silently.
She hit the clock hard, and dragged herself out of bed.

Last night sheÆd told Buffy that, aside from being tired, she
felt perfectly fine. That wasnÆt, however, the exact truth. Her
stomach was churning, and there was the splitting headache
that she couldnÆt seem to shake. Then there was the
weirdness. She couldnÆt explain it exactly, so sheÆd kept silent.
Her feelings about everything had suddenly become amplified
and conflicting. SheÆd begun to detest peanut butter
sandwiches, her daily snack. SheÆd almost spit one out last
night at the taste, and  attributed it to her stomach trouble, but
frankly, it just didnÆt add up.

She got dressed mechanically, picking up a black sweater she
hadnÆt worn for at least a year. Annoyed with the hair that she
couldnÆt seem to keep out of her face, she tied back some braids
letting them rest on her shoulders. Buffy would be here soon to
pick her up. After packing her bookbag, she headed downstairs
quietly.

Buffy wasnÆt long. Willow opened the door casually, locking it
behind her.

"Hey Will. Feeling any better?"

Willow shook her head. "Well, my headÆs cleared up a little, but I
still feel kind of screwy. Probably the after-effects of going through
a ritual." She shrugged and continued on towards the school.
Buffy followed.

***
Giles was reading over JennyÆs shoulder again in the library.

"I donÆt understand! This should have worked," she exclaimed,
pushing the book aside, and absently pacing back and forth on the
main floor. Giles pulled the volume towards him, adjusting his
spectacles mechanically.

"Could there have been something you forgot?"

"No. ThatÆs just it! I didnÆt forget a thing. I recited the entire spell,

made the circle-"

Willow and Buffy strode through the library doors in conversation.
Buffy came to a dead halt as soon as she saw Miss Calendar.

"Buffy." The teacher took a step in the direction of the door.

"Wait." Buffy stood in front of her, blocking her way. "Listen. IÆm
sorry.
I know you did all you could."

"You have to know that-"

"I know," she answered quickly. There was an awkward silence, and
then Buffy looked up at Jenny. "Willow said she hasnÆt been feeling too
well. Is that normal?"

JennyÆs forehead creased slightly. "No. There arenÆt supposed to be
any side effects for the bait." She looked at Willow. "Did anything
happen
in the circle that wasàunusual?"

Willow shrugged. "I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was on fire.
Then Angel pushed me-"

Jenny perked up. "He what?"

"He pushed me," Willow replied matter-of-factly.

"What happened then?"

"Well I didnÆt move, which was pretty weird, and then he went flying
backwards."

"Willow, this is important. Did he get knocked out of the circle?"

"Well, yeah. I saw him hit the wall."

"*ThatÆs* why it didnÆt work!" Miss Calendar hit the desk and Giles
jumped at the sound.

He recovered quickly. "I donÆt see what youÆre talking about, Jenny."

"From what I understand, the circle is the center of the channel. Without

AngelÆs body inside the fire, his soul had no place to go."

"So where is it?"

"He broke the circle to soon. This is all just speculation, but I imagine

his soul didnÆt ever get there."

Buffy shuffled her feet, watching the floor. "How do we get him back?"

Jenny sighed. "I donÆt know if we can. Most spells canÆt be repeated.
IÆll have to read-"

"Do it," Buffy commanded resolutely, heading out the door with Willow
tagging along behind her.

Jenny glanced at Rupert seriously and then marched over to where
the book lay. It was going to be a long day.

***
END, PART FOUR.
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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 1998 01:02:56
From: "E. D. Palmer" <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (4/?) by Ingrid

A quick note to say that I love where this story is going and I can't wait
to read more.  You have me on the the edge of my seat.  :)

E


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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 1998 12:34:38 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (4/?) by Ingrid

This story is kickin' ass!
I also love where its heading, and I hope for more everytime I sign on!
Lins

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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 1998 13:27:30 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: When Dreams Come True  (1/1)

TITLE:  When Dreams Come True
AUTHOR:  Aramat!
EMAIL:  [e-mail]
SUMMARY:  Angelus kills someone.
DIST:  My page (eventually).  All others, ask please.
DISC:  These people don't belong to me.  They belong to Joss Whedon and
the WB.
FEEDBACK:  Yes, please.  This story needs work.
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When Dreams Come True

She never figured out exactly what it was that woke her that night.
All she knew that one minute she was lying in bed, sleeping peacefully
for once, not plagued by the nightmares that haunted her.  The next,
she was fully awake, alerted by some disturbing presence.  She sat
up, looking around her room, searching for something, but not knowing
exactly what it was.  In the end, she figured she gave up to easily, didn't
trust her instincts when they were warning her that something was wrong.

When he finally made his presence known it was too late.  She'd already
laid back down, already started to drift once again into sleep, when he
emerged from the shadows.

"Willow, Willow, Willow," he whispered into her ear, startling her into
wakefulness.  "You, of all people, should know to trust your instincts."
She started to open her mouth to scream but he laughed.  "Scream all
you want," he invited.  "I rather like screams.  Means I'm doing my job
correctly.  But I want you to know before you do, no one will hear you.
We both know that."

She closed her mouth with a snap, refusing to make this easy for him.
That was, unfortunately, the only amount of courage she could summon
for now.  She was just too damn scared.

"W-what do you want?" she asked softly, fear evident in her voice.  "Why
are you here?"

He smiled, genuinely amused.  "Willow, you know why I'm here," he said.
He laid down beside her on the bed, arms cross behind his head, and
stared up at the ceiling.  "I figure it's time for Buffy to get her first
present.
And it's going to be you.  Of course, you'll have to be dead for Buffy to
really appreciate it, but hey, we all gotta go sometime."  He turned to her,
his eyes twinkling in merriment.  "Want to know why I decided to start with
you first?
You see, I get a double dose of pleasure from killing you.  Not only will your
death affect Buffy, rather badly I might add, I also get a little payback at
Angel.  He liked you."

Willow couldn't speak.  She'd hoped that maybe he'd shown up to prove a
point to Buffy.  Show the Slayer that she couldn't always protect her
friends.  But now she knew he had more in mind.  He was going to
kill her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.  She sat up,
trying to think of a way to escape.  If he wanted her dead, he'd have to
work for it.

She got out of the bed and ran over to the close throwing it open.
She grabbed clothes, tossing them out of the closet, hoping to find
something, anything to use against him.  When her search of the
closet yielded no help, she went over to her desk.  There she found
a cross, which she wasted no time using, but he just smiled and
knocked it from her hand.  She pulled open drawer after drawer to
no avail.  She had nothing to stop him, nothing at all to keep him form
killing her.  But she was desperate.  She wouldn't stop looking until
she exhausted every possibilty.  She had to find something.

"Willow, you're not going anywhere," he said as he watched her search
the room for something to use against him.  He smiled when the best
she could come up with was a pencil.  Too bad it was the mechanical
kind.  "I've got the place surrounded.  You're going to die, whether I do
it or someone else."  Bored, with her attempts to leave the room he got
up and walked over to her.  He grabbed by the arms and tossed her back
on the bed.  "But I want to be the one kill you," he said leaning over her.
His mouth was just a breath away from her neck.  "How else will I have
my fun?"

Willow kicked out, struggling with all her mite to fight him off her.
But he just laughed at her attempts.  She did manage to connect
once, her nails raking his face, but her victory was short lived.

Angelus pinned her arms to the bed, straddling her legs to keep her
from kicking him.  Willow stopped her struggles as she realized it was
over.  She'd fought and lost.  Now she was going to die.  She didn't want
to die.

"Please," she begged tears streaming down her face.  "Don't kill me."

He chuckled.  "Begging, oh how nice."  He cupped her cheek in his
hand and leaned into her neck.  "But begging is not going to stop me."
And with that he sank his fangs into her neck.

Willow cried out as his teeth pierced the skin of her neck.  Tears
streaming from her eyes, she instinctively struggled but she couldn't
stop him.  Slowly, he drained every ounce of blood from her body.

As she laid there dying her last thoughts were on her friends.  Buffy
would be devastated and blame herself for her death.  Xander would
be comepletely lost without her.  And Giles.  Giles would also blame
himself.  But at least the three of them would have each other.  She
hoped they would be able to get through this, hoped they could pull
together, just like they'd always done.  She hoped Buffy would be able
to stop him.

Five minutes later, she thought of nothing at all as she silently slipped
away.

Angelus looked down at the lifeless body beneath him and frowned.
It had been so much easier than he thought it would be and, to tell the
truth, he was more than a little disappointed.  But he wouldn't let it get
him down.  Killing Willow was just a means to an end.  And the end
was making Buffy his partner for an eternity.

He got off the bed, arranging Willow's body underneath the covers.
Taking one last look at her tearstained face, he smiled in amusement.

"What do ya' know," he said as he turned and walked away.  "Willows
really do weep."
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Hopefully, now that I've finally given in to his demands, Angelus will stay
out of my head.  But something tells me it won't happen that way.  Now
everyone send me feedback.  Let's not forget that I really think
story needs work.

Bye now!

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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 1998 16:24:23 -0500
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (5/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The marvelous characters mentioned from
Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine. I borrow them
without permission, and IÆm not making any money on this!
The wonderful people that *are not* suing me for this
reason are The Warner Brothers Network, Kuzui, Sandollar,
Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy.

SUMMARY: Part five continues the same day. This takes
place in the normal  BtVS universe, so everything thatÆs
happened has happened. You know the story: If you donÆt
get this, thatÆs æcause you havenÆt read the other parts. If
you want to get this, just ask me for it. ([e-mail])

Angst Warning!!! DonÆt ever say I didnÆt warn you!

***
"Ghost of a Chance" by Ingrid
Part Five
***

The day passed in a blur of logarithms and sentence
structure. Buffy couldnÆt concentrate. In the middle of class,
all she could think about was how close theyÆd been. Hiding
in GilesÆ office wasnÆt her style. She wanted to *do* something,
even if it meant only more grasping at straws.

She wanted to touch him. To hear his voice. To know that
somewhere, if not here, he did exist.

Anything was better that almost.

Buffy was able to put thoughts of Angel aside with concern for
Willow. Despite Miss CalendarÆs assurances, the girl didnÆt look
normal.

In Chemistry, Willow had screamed at Xander. Then sheÆd cried
afterwards, apologizing with all her might. Buffy sighed. This wasnÆt
like the calm dependable Willow sheÆd grown used to. Something
was wrong.

As soon as the bell rang, Buffy had insisted on taking Willow to the
library. They had to find out what was going on.

***
Willow wandered down the hallway trying to take deep breaths and
calm herself down. She didnÆt understand what was happening
inside her. It was almost as if she wasnÆt in control of her actions.
Something else was there. She felt unfamiliar feelings that werenÆt
hers, and carried an entire set of opinions and thoughts that she
couldnÆt recognize. Her problem had gotten progressively worse
throughout the day with her outburst at Xander, and her loss of control
later on in the day.

Buffy held the door for her on the way into the library. Willow ducked
inside, perching on the banister of the balcony. She looked around,
shuffling her feet against the carpet anxiously. Buffy emerged from the
office- nothing.

The library was completely empty. *What the hell is Giles doing,* the
hacker grumbled to herself.

Then it happened. Something surged within her. Her chest was rising.
She felt like she might explode with the force, and an ocean filled her
ears. She couldnÆt stop herself as she fell from her seat, landing in a
heap
on the floor. Then something popped in her head.

She heard a voice. "Buffy-"

It was AngelÆs voice, unmistakably.

Raising herself to her hands and knees, she looked around. "Angel?"

Buffy immediately sprung to her feet, surveying the library with a fifth
sense that only a slayer could aquire. "Where, Will?"

Willow was confused. SheÆd heard his voice so clearly and distinctly.

"Angel?" she called again, and waited.

She felt him answer. His voice vibrated her insides, and shook her
gently.
 "Willow?"

Willow smiled, and answered back aloud. "I knew it was you. Where are
you?"

Buffy crouched down on the ground next to Willow. "Will, whatÆs going on?

Why did you say AngelÆs name?"

The look she shot Buffy was filled with wonder and hope. "ItÆs Angel,
Buffy. HeÆs here."

She felt the voice respond "Buffy?"

"Where?" Buffy asked, getting frustrated. "Willow, where is he?"

"HeÆs here." Willow touched her chest and smiled again. Before, the
feelings
had disturbed her, made her upset, but nowà She felt a rush of energy
fill her,
and branch out through her limbs and beyond. "I can hear him, Buffy!"

Buffy dropped against the wall, the wind knocked out of her.

"Oh my God Will- is he-"

Willow was deep in thought, and didnÆt answer. Buffy watched in amazement

as Willow began to talk to herself- or Angel, that was.

"Well, canÆt you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Alright. See if you can focus." Then she looked up. "Buffy, come here."

Buffy turned to look at Willow, puzzled. "Why?"

"He wants to see you."

"What? You mean he can see?"

"His vision is becoming clearer."

Buffy crawled up to Willow, and sat close, searching her eyes for a
trace of another there. Willow smiled and brushed a piece of hair from
her face shyly. Then she looked at Buffy.

"He says you look beautiful in the sunlight."

Buffy felt tears sting the backs of her eyes. The world was blurred for a

few moments and she breathed deeply. When she finally looked back
at Willow, she was smiling, and tears streamed down her cheeks,
soaking her face.

"What," Buffy ventured seriously.

Willow sniffled, wiping the wetness from her eyes and laughing. "He just
misses you so much, Buffy. I can feel everything heÆs feeling." She
whimpered and jerked to the side, fresh tears welling up again.  "Oh,"
she
choked in grief, her face wrinkling up hard, "I neverà"

"What Will," Buffy demanded, but Willow's eyes were focused on something
beyond her. She twisted her head in understanding some foreign grief and
choked on her own sobs. Buffy did all that was left to do, and waited.
***
END, PART FIVE
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