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Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #52
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Buffyfic-digest Sunday, March 8 1998 Volume 02 : Number 052
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Our Hearts Will Go On 2/?
DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: "The Hellmouth's Greatest Threat" (1/1) (fwd)
Re: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: "The Hellmouth's Greatest Threat" (1/1) (fwd)
BUFFYFIC: Hope (28/?)
BUFFYFIC: Buffyfic: BETA readers needed
Re: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: "The Hellmouth's Greatest Threat" (1/1) (fwd)
BUFFYFIC: Buffyfic: help with episode synopsis?
BUFFYFIC: Curious Goods (1/7)
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Date: Sat, 7 Mar 1998 19:38:54 -0800 (PST)
From: michele v <glynisgrl33@yahoo.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Our Hearts Will Go On 2/?
TITLE: Our Hearts Will Go On 2/?
AUTHOR: Michele V
EMAIL ADDRESS: glynisgrl33@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK: Definitely, especially since this is my first fic- but since
it is, please don't be too harsh.
SPOILERS: all episodes through What's My Line 1 & 2
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: A Buffy/Angel story that takes place after "What's My Line 1
& 2", with some added Willow/Oz and Xander Cordelia. Also, Buffy and
the gang find out about the return of the Master- in some form.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters except for "The
Elgradora" All of the other characters belong to Joss Whedon and the
WB. No copywrite infringement intended.
NOTE: I wrote this after "What's My Line 2," therefor without knowing
that something similar would *sort of* happen in *Surprise*
**********
PART 2
Buffy sat on top of a grave stone, staring down at the stake in
her hands- and daydreaming about Angel.
She snapped herself out of it when she sensed something behind her.
"Sorry- I never did like or fall for those 'sneaking up behind me so
that I won't notice you're there and you can kill me,' games," Buffy
said as she spun around, raising her stake.
No one was there. "Ok..I was never one for hide and seek either. Now
show yourself." She looked all around and still saw no one.
Then she felt a cool breeze behind her. "Who's there?!?" she yelled
turning around again. But again, she saw nothing.
Then she heard it. A faint whisper. "I'm coming, Buffy.....I'm coming
soon," the ghostly woman's voice whispered. The breeze went away.
Buffy knew what it was-it had to have been her- the spirit of the
Master, warning her.
"No!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, as she sprang up in Angel's
bed. Breathing heavily, she looked around and noticed where she was.
Angel immediately came to her side, wrapping his strong arms around
her, and hugging her close to him.
"Hey- it was just a dream. Everything's alright- you just had a bad
dream," he whispered in her ear while rocking her slowly.
She pulled away and ran her fingers through her hair in distress.
"Hey-Are you alright?..you ok?" he asked her softly while putting a
gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, I uh, had this nightmare," she told him.
Angel sat there staring at her, waiting for her to continue.
"It was about this thing Giles told me about earlier today...I was-
supposed to ask you about it but I guess I got a little distracted and
forgot," she explained.
A look of concern appeared on Angel's face. "What is it?" he asked her.
"The Master- he's supposed to come back six months after he was killed
, on the sixth day, at the 6th hour- and go after the person killed
him..which, unfortunately would be me. Only it won't be the actual
Master, it'll be its spirit and it'll be female. The spirit of the
Master is always of the opposite sex," Buffy explained.
"And this is what your dream was about?" he asked her.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, I was um, in the graveyard hunting vampires and I
felt someone behind me-I thought it was a vampire- but when I turned
around no one was there. Then I felt this breeze behind me and I
turned around again but still didn't see anything but heard her voice,
whispering to me," she explained.
"What did she say to you?"
"She told me that she's coming...soon. I figured it out with Giles and
the Master's spirit is supposed to be coming in just three weeks."
"And, you think that the voice you heard in the dream was the Master's
spirit?" Angel asked her
"It was- I know it was. In the dream, I could feel the Master's power,
I could feel his presence-just like I could in the dreams I had about
him killing me. It had to have been the spirit," Buffy told him.
Angel sighed and looked down.
"I take it- you know something about this thing."
Angel looked back up at her. He nodded slightly.
Buffy waited in silence for him to begin telling her about it.
"It's known as The Elgradora," he finally started.
"In other words, meaning?" Buffy asked, confused.
" The Spirit of the Master"
"Couldn't they just call it "Spirit of the Master,"
Angel went on. "It comes in spirit form of the opposite sex- to kill
the person who was responsible for killing *it*" he continued.
"So um, how exactly does it kill?" Buffy asked unsure of whether she
really wanted to know.
"It goes inside your body, without you knowing, and kills you
internally. Once you're dead, the spirit takes over your body and uses
your body as *it's* body until it's old body reforms over yours. Then,
slowly but surely, it is restored back to its full strength, and
begins to destroy all that it can. It also, assembles a team of all
the vampires that are existing to help it in destroying everything and
everyone before it is restored to its full strength."
"If you can stop it from going inside you, or kill it somehow, then
all the other bad stuff won't happen, right?"
"Yes,but, since you're the Slayer, you'll still have to deal with the
vampires. Every vampire in the world will be here- terrorizing
Sunnydale."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"You can stop with the explanation now. It's really creeping me out,"
she told him with a look of fright on her face.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you...I thought you needed to know."
"I do but..I guess I just don't want to..unless there's ways of
stopping it. Is there?"
Angel looked down once again.
"Angel?"
He couldn't look at her.
"There's no way...is there?"
He finally looked up. "I don't know of any. I- read about it years ago
but I can't remember anything about how it's been stopped in the past."
"You mean you can't kill it, you can- only stop it?"
"You can't kill it because it's already dead," he reminded her with a
slight grin.
"Oh...yeah...But you can make it go away maybe, right?"
"Maybe..but there's no telling how. The only way to find out is to get
a hold of the book that I read about it in."
"So, I'm guessing that you don't still have a copy of it on your
bookshelf, huh?"
Angel shook his head. "I don't. I wish I could remember the name of
the book but-," he stared.
"Don't worry about now. We don't have to know it right now. I mean we
have three weeks until it comes. I'm- sure we'll find out something
else before then."
He looked up at her, a sad look on his face.
"Angel? What's wrong?" Is there something you're not telling me here?"
she asked him, concerned.
He looked away. *I don't have three weeks* he said to himself.
He looked at the clock and noticed that it was 3:30 in the
morning."You better get back to sleep, you have school tomorrow," he
reminded Buffy, avoiding her question.
Buffy sighed. "Oh..yeah..school. Well, at least tommorow's Thursday
and the weekend's almost here," she said then laid back down on the bed.
Angel got up and pulled the covers back up over her and kissed her
forehead. "Sweet dreams," he whispered softly.
"Hey, aren't you gonna sleep here next to me. You seemed to have
evacuated the bed before- Why?"
"Well I couldn't sleep, really. I- don't- normally go to sleep at that
time. I'm usually up the whole night," he told her with a smile.
"Oh, yeah. I kinda forgot about the vampire thing."
Angel smiled down at her. "I will, though, if it'll help you sleep
better," he said, climbing into bed next to her.
She turned around to face him and smiled.
He smiled back.
Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
When Buffy woke up it was dark outside again.
*Must've over slept big time* she thought. *Oh no, that means I missed
school. Well I'll worry about that later. I better go save the world
now* she thought as she got dressed.
She put her jacket on, grabbed a stake and headed out the door. This
time, she decided to hit Sunnydale Park.
Buffy seated herself on a swing, stake in her hand, just waiting for a
vampire to show.
Time passed, and there was still no vampires in sight.
Buffy sighed. She actually beginning to feel a little bored.
All of a sudden, a gust of wind came, blowing the empty swing next to
her so that it swung back and forth-as if someone was on it.
Then she heard it again- The ghostly woman's voice, whispering to her.
"I'm coming,Buffy....I'm coming soon...And when I do...you will die,"
the voice whispered to her. Then the gust of wind disappeared as did
the voice and the swing next to her stopped swinging.
"No!!! Please!!! No!!!" Buffy screamed as loud as she could. She
turned to her side with a jerk, and opened her eyes.
She was still in Angel's bed.
Angel was awake next to her and slipped his arms around her, pulling
her closer to him. "Guess you had another bad dream, huh?" he asked her.
Buffy nodded.
"Was it about The Elgradora?"
"Yes..this time, I was hunting in the park and this huge gust of wind
came, causing the swing next to me to swing back and forth- I think
she was sitting on it or something- but she warned me again-said she
was coming soon-but this time, she said I would die...I'm scared,
Angel. Last time I had a dream like this, it really did happen. I
mean, I died once, I don't wanna do it again," Buffy told him,
frightened.
Angel hugged her even closer to him. "Don't worry-We'll get through
this. You're not gonna die-I won't let it happen...We'll just have to
find a way to stop it-somehow...I'll- call some people I know to find
out if they know where I can get a copy of that book I told you about."
Buffy smiled at him. Then she looked at the clock. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my god. It's already 6:30-I have to get ready for school. Angel,
you don't by any chance have a shower do you?"
Angel smiled. "Yeah, right through that door," he said pointing to a
door in the room.
"Ok, thanks...I'll- be out in a few minutes." She gave him a quick
kiss on the mouth and then made a dash to the shower.
Buffy came out twenty minutes later, all dressed and ready for school.
She caught sight of Angel in front of the fridge, feeding on a bag of
blood. "Hi. I'm finished," Buffy greeted him.
Angel was startled and very much embarrassed. Although he knew that
she saw him, he hid the blood bag behind his back with one hand, and
wiped any blood around his mouth with the other.
"I was just, uh-" Angel began nervously.
"Eating your breakfast?" Buffy suggested.
Angel just stared at her.
"It's- nothing to get all up-tight about. You know, a lot of people do
it."
Angel sighed. "They don't eat what I eat though."
"Well- different people have different taste buds- eat different
things. That's the way it goes," Buffy said grinning. She was trying
her best to make him more comfortable about the situation.
Angel managed a smile.
He stuck the blood packet back into the refrigerator and walked over
to her.
His eyes traveled up and down the length of her body.
Buffy blushed a little.
"You look beautiful," Angel said softly. He leaned in and kissed her.
Buffy wrapped her arms arms around his neck, running her fingers
through his hair, as the kiss deepened. Buffy pulled away finally. "I
better go to school. It's getting late," she told him.
Angel nodded inn agreement. "I wish you could stay. It's so lonely
without you," he admitted.
"I know...believe me, I know. Sometimes- I find myself not being able
to wait until it's dark out, so that I could be with you again," she
told him.
The two stared at each other in silence for awhile.
"You better go," Angel finally spoke, a look of sadness across his face.
"I should...but I just have to get something out first," she told him.
"Ok..what is it?" Angel asked.
"Well, it's kinda about what I was just saying.
The days seem to go by so slowly-all I can do is count the hours
until I'll see you- and then it's the night-and I see you-but it goes
by so fast. It's like,that's all I wait for all day, and it's over as
soon as it starts...I just wish our time together wasn't so limited.,"
she told him.
She paused for a second and then continued on. "And then- there's the
fear the I have-of- one of us going away...You-getting hurt by some
other vampire and dying-or you- being exposed to sunlight and dying-or
me-having to move again for whatever reason...And it scares me so
much..For me to ever be without you, Angel...it's the scariest thing
in the world."
Buffy looked up at him to see his reaction.
His head was down, and from what Buffy saw, it looked like he may have
even been crying.
"Angel?" she called him softly.
Angel didn't look up. He couldn't. He couldn't let her know the reason
why tears were streaming down his face. Not yet. Not then. He promised
himself he'd tell her that night though.
Buffy called his name again.
When he didn't answer or look up, she walked over to him. She placed
a hand under his chin and lifted his head to see his face.
She realized that she was right- he was crying. Buffy never thought
that she'd ever see Angel,"Mr. Cryptic Man,"-himself- actually crying.
But there he was with tear stains down his cheeks.
Buffy gently ran the back of her hand over his left cheek, wiping away
the wetness. She did the same with the other.
Angel still didn't make eye contact with her. His eyes were focussed
off to the side.
"Look at me Angel...Please," Buffy pleaded with him softly.
He couldn't resist to that. He finally looked at her.
When Angel's watery eyes stared in to Buffy's, her eyes began to get
watery.
"What's wrong, Angel?..Tell, me...Please." Buffy paused for a second.
"Look, I know something's wrong. You've been acting weird ever since I
came here last night. I saw it in you're eyes-And I see it now-You're
hiding something...I wanna know what," she pleaded with him.
Angel just stared at her.
She begged him with her eyes-with the look on her face. "Please,
Angel," she asked again.
Tears began rolling down her beautiful face.
When Angel saw this, his own tears began to fall again.
Buffy continued to stare at him, waiting for him to tell her.
Angel just shook his head. "I can't...I can't Buffy...Not right now."
Buffy was understanding towards this. "Ok...Will you tell me later
then?" Buffy asked, hopeful he'd say yes.
Angel nodded. "I will," he promised. "I will."
Buffy stared at him for a few more seconds then decided that she
really had to go. "Well, I uh- have to go now. I guess I'll see you
tonight,"
Angel nodded.
Buffy grabbed her back-pack and jacket and walked to the door.
"Bye, Angel," she said as she went out the door.
"Bye, Buffy," Angel said, but she was already gone.
SUNNYDALE HIGH SCHOOL
Buffy walked into the school library to find her two best friends
sitting at a table talking with Giles.
Giles looked up and noticed Buffy. "Buffy-you're late to school-We
weren't sure you were coming today," Giles said as Buffy walked over
to the table and took a seat.
"Well, here I am," Buffy said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she
could.
Willow looked closely at Buffy. She looked very upset. "Are you ok,
Buffy?" Willow asked, concerned.
"Yeah- It's just- I was talking to Angel and he was acting kind of
strange," she told her friend.
"Well, maybe that's because he *is* strange. I mean he's a vampire
with a soul-that's just about as strange as you can get," Xander said
trying to lighten the mood.
Buffy didn't seem amused.
"How do you mean-strange? You don't think he's changed over to a
normal vampire, do you" Giles stepped in.
"No, It's just- he was crying and I asked him what was wrong and he
said he couldn't tell me-then," Buffy explained.
"Angel-crying!?!?" Xander asked with a laugh.
Buffy, Giles, and Willow looked at him, annoyed.
"Sorry," Xander apologized."Guess I just couldn't picture deadboy
crying."
"I don't know, maybe it's nothing-but I've just never seen him so
upset," Buffy told them."And this thing that he's not telling me-I
don't understand-Why couldn't he tell me? Why does he have to wait
until tonight?"
"I wish I could help you, Buffy, but I'm afraid there's nothing you
can do but wait until tonight" Giles said, trying to comfort her.
"I guess," Buffy agreed.
"But- in the mean time, were you able to find out from Angel, anything
about the coming of the Master's spirit?" Giles asked changing the
subject.
"Wait a minute. The Master is going to grace us Sunydalers with the
presence of his spirit? How come I wasn't informed of this?" Xander
asked.
"Sorry-I didn't want to scare you guys until I knew for sure what this
thing was," Buffy told him.
"Well you know now right? So it's time to do some sharing and
scaring," Xander said.
Buffy looked at Giles for approval.
"We *do* have to know, Buffy. And if Xander and Willow are going to be
involved then they should be aware of this too," Giles told her.
Buffy agreed and explained everything she knew and found out from
Angel to Giles and her two friends.
"Were you able to find out any method of-preventing this from coming
forth-somehow?" Giles asked after Buffy was finished explaining.
"I was just about to ask the same thing...with less words," Xander said.
"Angel once read something about it in a book but he couldn't
remember.what it said. He's working on it,though. He said he's gonna
try calling some people to get information on it," Buffy told them.
"Does that mean we don't have to do any work?" Xander asked with hope.
"For now, no. But- if he's unable to find anything soon, we will...You
may go to class now," Giles told them.
"Ok, thanks Giles. See ya," Buffy said as she walked out of the
library with her two friends.
Xander and Willow also said bye to him.
"So, what do you two ladies want to do tonight?" Xander asked as they
headed to their next class.
"Buffy, aren't you doing something with Angel tonight..So he can tell
you that thing?" Willow asked her friend.
"Well we didn't exactly make plans do go anyplace or do anything but
we could go someplace where he'd know that I might be," Buffy
suggested. "Like, say, the Bronze?"
Xander nodded. "The Bronze it is!"
"Yeah, and maybe Oz will be there," Willow said hopefully.
Buffy smiled. "By the way, how did it go last night with Oz?" she
asked her friend.
"Oh, it went...We talked," Willow told her.
"Details?" Buffy asked wanting to hear more.
"Well, I watched him play and then he came over to my table, asked me
if I wanted a cappucino, I said yes, and he bought me one." Willow
began. "Then we talked about this new computer that's coming out soon
and told silly jokes about people or things that happened at school.
Then he had to go so he said goodbye and left. Is that enough details
for you?"
Buffy smiled.
"Aren't you gonna asked me how my night with Cordelia went?" Xander
asked.
"Uh, that I don't really need to know," Buffy told him.
*bell rings*
"Well we missed first period class, I better get to class early before
I'm late for second," Willow said to her friends.
"We have the same class so guess I'll be going with you," Xander told
his friend.
"We'll see you at lunch Buffy," Willow told her friend.
"Actually, you won't. I have to go meet with Giles at the library
during lunch. He says I need to start training more to prepare for all
those vampires that'll
be coming here soon," Buffy told them.
"We'll see you after school then," Xander said.
"And after school. I have to train after school now too," Buffy told
them.
"Ok then we'll see you at the Bronze tonight," Willow said.
"Yeah..tonight," Buffy answered. She walked to her next class in a
daze-thinking about that night. Thinking about what it could be that
Angel had to tell her.
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Date: Sat, 7 Mar 1998 21:56:35 -0600
From: "Michelle" <Arthemise@geocities.com>
Subject: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: "The Hellmouth's Greatest Threat" (1/1) (fwd)
I finally got a chance to read this story (OK, so I'm a little behind). It's
hysterical!!! I've been in fandom a while, long enough to know and hate Mary
Sues on sight. Thanks for a good laugh!
Michelle
Arthemise@geocities.com
- -
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Date: Sat, 7 Mar 1998 23:13:50 -0600 (CST)
From: Leah Michelle Biellicki <lmb0011@jove.acs.unt.edu>
Subject: Re: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: "The Hellmouth's Greatest Threat" (1/1) (fwd)
On Sat, 7 Mar 1998, Michelle wrote:
> I finally got a chance to read this story (OK, so I'm a little behind). It's
> hysterical!!! I've been in fandom a while, long enough to know and hate Mary
> Sues on sight. Thanks for a good laugh!
>
> Michelle
> Arthemise@geocities.com
>
I also got a real kick out of this. "We'll have to disinfect." LoL! It
cracked me up. Let us just pray, after last week, that we aren't writing
this story about a certain maternal figure someday, hmm?
- -
------------------------------
Date: Sat, 07 Mar 1998 22:00:43 PST
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope (28/?)
Author: Sara B. Sara114@hotmail.com
Rating: Varies...will be posted at beginning of each part.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its characters, yada yada yada
belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, WB, and Fox.... IÆm just
borrowing them, (although I wish Angel was mine!) Everything else
belongs to me!
AuthorÆs note: This is your usual generic story. Angel is still good,
so basically in my story surprise/innocence didnÆt happen. Willow and
Oz are together, and Xander and Cordy are still hiding their secret
utility closet rondevuÆs. This is going to be a long story, and will
take some time so be patient with me. IÆm not very good at story
telling, so if this totally sucks and isnÆt read-worthy, just let me
know.Oh yeah, and I want feedback, feedback, and more feedback. I donÆt
care if itÆs good or bad, just tell me what you thought of it.
Part 28
Buffy, Hope, and Jenny trudged through the thick field. The Slayer
stared into the vast emptiness of her surroundings. She bent down and
picked a flower, smelling it. The aroma was so familiar. Buffy stopped
walking as she stared at the flower. ôWait.ö
Her two friends paused and looked at her. ôWhatÆs wrong, Buffy?ö Hope
asked.
BuffyÆs eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open as she realized why
everything seemed so familiar to her. ôThe endless fields, the wild
flowers, the trees. This is it. This is where I was.ö
Jenny looked around. ôWhat do you mean, this is where you were?ö
ôIn my dream. I was here. I remember it all.ö Buffy spun around,
looking at everything. ôWhy didnÆt I see this before?ö
ôAre you sure this is where you were? ItÆs just a field.ö Hope said.
Buffy nodded earnestly. ôYes, I am sure. I know it and I can feel
it...ö her voice trailed off. Suddenly, without warning, the silence
was shattered by a loud explosion. A blast of heat swarmed them as they
turned and saw a fireball rise above the small grouping of trees. They
watched it, shocked. The sky thundered and the wind gusted. "We are too
late.ö Buffy uttered.
********
Xander, Cordelia, Willow, and Giles sat in the Watchers car, waiting for
a sign, waiting for Buffy to come and tell them everything was okay,
waiting for danger.
Willow sat, fidgeting with so much worry she was unable to keep still.
ôDo you think they are okay?ö She managed to say.
ôI certainly hope so,ö Giles answered.
ôNo, no, I donÆt think they are,ö she said, shaking her head.
ôThey ARE,ö Cordelia said. ôThey have to be. Buffy is the Slayer, and
she has Hope, and Ms. Calendar. They just have to be.ö
ôWho are you trying to fool? Us, or yourself?ö Xander said.
ôBoth,ö she whispered quietly.
ôListen, I think we should go help Buffy. We canÆt just sit here and
wonder whether or not she is okay,ö Xander said. When Giles didnÆt
respond, Xander yelled at him, anger filling his voice. ôWhat are we
waiting for? Her death notice?! Her lifeless body?! We HAVE to go help
them!ö
ôCalm yourself, Xander. We canÆt just go barging in on an army of
vampires.ö Giles scolded him.
ôIt is just too dangerous.ö
ôDangerous or not, IÆm going to go help her!ö Xander exclaimed, opening
his car door. ôArmy or not, she needs me. She needs *all of us*.ö He
stepped outside. ôAre you coming?ö He turned to face the field. ôI
can still see them. They are--ö he paused, ôOh my God.ö
ôWhat? WhatÆs wrong?!ö Cordelia yelled. She got out of the car.
ôWha--whoa!ö
Willow and Giles stared out the front window in astonishment as they
watched a fireball emerege from the grove. ôHoly Shit,ö Willow said.
ôI donÆt give a damn what you think right now, Giles. I am going to go
help Buffy whether you go or not!ö He said, and ran to Buffy.
ôWait! Xander, come back!ö Giles yelled. Xander slowed down and turned
around.
ôWhat?ö
ôGet in the car. We are all going to help her,ö Giles told him. Xander
came back to the car and got in. Giles turned the key in the ignition,
and drove into the field toward Buffy.
*******
Buffy choked back her tears. ôWe are too late.ö Hearing the rumble of
an engine, she spun around to see Giles old car barreling straight for
them. Her Watcher came to a screeching halt inches in front of her.
Her friend got out of the car and walked over to her.
ôAre you okay?ö he asked, gently.
She shook her head. ôYeah, IÆm okay,ö she assured him, and wiped her
eyes. ôWhat are we going to do? Angel is probably dead by now.ö
ôDonÆt say that. We donÆt know what caused that fireball. He may not
even be there,ö Giles said.
ôDonÆt try to make me feel better with false hope, Giles. HeÆs gone. I
can feel it.ö She shuddered.
ôThere is always a chance. We canÆt give up now,ö Hope said.
ôYeah, right. Whatever.ö Buffy said.
ôSo what? Your just going to give up now? No. I donÆt think so,ö Hope
said, ôI may have not known you for very long, but I do know that youÆre
not a quiter. You donÆt give up easily in tough situations. You are
the Slayer, and if you give up then your basically signing the death
warrant for all of us. You have overcome so much. DonÆt just throw
that all away. Yes, this is a tough situation, and the pressure is on
big time, but you canÆt give up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and
get out there and FIGHT! Fight for yourself, fight for your family and
your friends. But most of all, for Angel. He needs you. We all need
you.ö
Everyone was shocked, especially Buffy. She got tears in her eyes, and
gave Hope a big hug. ôYouÆre right. IÆm sorry. I dont know what came
over me.ö
ôItÆs okay,ö she whispered.
They parted, and Buffy smiled. She turned to her friends. ôShe is
right. We can do this. And we will. I will.ö
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Date: Sun, 08 Mar 1998 17:20:05 +0800
From: Farrah Tahar <zaileen@pacific.net.sg>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Buffyfic: BETA readers needed
hi! i need people to help me read through my story and stuff and help me
like make it more interesting, coz i'm not very good :) thanks!!!
HUgz
Farrah
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Date: Sun, 8 Mar 1998 10:13:30 EST
From: JMHnoodles <JMHnoodles@aol.com>
Subject: Re: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: "The Hellmouth's Greatest Threat" (1/1) (fwd)
In a message dated 98-03-08 00:15:01 EST, you write:
<< Let us just pray, after last week, that we aren't writing
this story about a certain maternal figure someday, hmm?
>>
You tryin' to give me nightmares? :-) We'll have to send a lynch mob out after
Whedon...
The story was hilarious, by the way!
Jen
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Date: Sun, 8 Mar 1998 10:22:31 EST
From: JMHnoodles <JMHnoodles@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Buffyfic: help with episode synopsis?
I have a friend who just started watching BtVS last week (I was falling all
over myself trying convince her that it was a sucky ep), and she's a bit
confused. Does anyone have or know where I could get some sort of synopsis of
all the episodes so far? Any help would be greatly appreciated.
You can email me directly at JMHnoodles.com; I don't want to clog up other
people's mailboxes...
thanx bunches!
Jen (the noodlebrain)
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Date: Sun, 8 Mar 1998 11:49:14 -0600
From: "Michelle" <Arthemise@geocities.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Curious Goods (1/7)
TITLE: Curious Goods
AUTHOR: Michelle Benoit Walker (arthemise@geocities.com)
SUMMARY: Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover with Friday the 13th: The
Series. Wait, come back! You don't have to have ever seen the show to get
the story since it's mostly Buffy anyway. But the cursed antiques involved
in FTT:TS add an interesting twist. FTT:TS aired 1987-90 and has nothing to
do with the movies of the same name or Jason (or whoever it is). The two
horror series just seem to go together. Expect a sequel eventually.
RATING: R. Buffy does things that are a little cruel--but to vampires.
TIME PERIOD: After Bothered, Bewitched, and Bewildered.
THANK-YOUS: To Ingrid Stanton for providing her excellent editing skills.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask first.
DISCLAIMER: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Friday the
13th: The Series are not mine. I'm just borrowing them for some fun.
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CURIOUS GOODS
Part 1
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"What a load of junk!" Buffy dusted off one of several boxes piled in Giles'
storeroom and hefted the top one down to the floor. "Think any of these are
books?" She looked up at Willow, who just grinned at her. "Silly me. This IS
Giles we're talking about, Mr. Tweedy Bird himself. What else would he have
in them except books?"
Willow cracked open another box and pulled out several huge tomes at once.
"But look on the bright side. If these were books he really needed, they'd
be on the shelves. There might be a chance that they're actually--you
know--something interesting." It was Willow's turn to stop and look up at
her friend. "Silly me. What was I thinking?"
Buffy read off a few titles. *Legends and Lore from the Middle East.* *The
Occult Powers of the Mind.* *L'Homme en Colere.* Fun, happy stuff. As if it
wasn't enough that she had to train and kill vampires every minute of her
life. Now Giles expected her to help Willow with her research too. *A good
Vampire Slayer knows her prey,* she could hear him reciting. And there
certainly was a lot of prey out there. Willow had gotten the bright idea to
catalog and scan all these ancient tomes into the computer. Her friend was
great to have when it came to Internet searches, but this Database of the
Occult was just too much. Like they had nothing better to do with their
time!
"Great, all text," Buffy grumped. Giles had acquired a scanner at Willow's
request, and now the Slayerettes (plus one Slayer) were busily inputting
these books that probably hadn't seen the light of day for years. There was
a reason for that. No one but a bunch of vampire-killing freaks would be
reading this stuff. All vampire-killing freaks raise their hands! Buffy was
handling the text OCR scanning, and Willow was doing the more complicated
illustration scanning and tweaking, copyright law be damned (if there still
was a copyright on books centuries old). Then they would have a fully
searchable database that they could quickly check when they ran into a
crisis, rather than spending hours looking through books under a deadline.
Instead they could spend hours now, before the crisis, while her social life
died a death that wasn't quite lingering enough. But at least it kept her
from thinking about Angel.
Ow... See, that didn't hurt that much. Her throat tightened, and her heart
clenched inside her, but the heartache wasn't the gut-wrenching agony it had
been only a few weeks ago. Giles' therapy by work was having some effect,
making her go on with her life and even spend time with her friends, when
all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball at the bottom of her closet. Eat,
sleep, get over it.
She picked at the heartache like a new sore that was just starting to heal
over. It oozed, not quite healed enough to itch, but she would go on. She
was the Slayer. Slayers couldn't give up. Yada yada yada. No room for
self-pity when the fate of the world was in her hands. Yet there was a hole
in her heart, a huge gaping one where Angel used to dwell. She forgot
sometimes what was missing, groping after it like a ghost arm after it had
been amputated. Only when she realized what was missing did she pull away
and pretend it wasn't there.
Her friends were handling it well, trying to make her not quite so
miserable. They could be aggravating sometimes, especially since she didn't
want to be not miserable, but she had to admit that she wouldn't have been
able to handle it without them. From the day they had met, Willow had turned
out to be a better friend than she had ever imagined. Even Cordelia of all
people--the queen B herself--had turned into a friend. Not all the amazing
occurrences were supenatural in nature.
And Xander...well, Xander had proved that he wasn't as shallow as the muddle
puddle she had first judged him. Speaking of which...
"Our delivery boy is taking his time." Xander had made a mess out of
everything, deleting a file it had taken Buffy a full half-day to scan in
and clean up. Giles had dismissed him, and now he was making a soda run for
the group. Guys were so good at getting out of real work. Buffy decided she
would make him sort through these cobweb-crusted boxes himself. He wasn't
getting off that easy.
Maybe SHE should delete a file or two...
Thinking of the hours she had already spent, she thought better of it.
"Hey, what's this?" Willow's voice pulled her out of a decidedly extended
grump. "Hey, it's a box full of junk!"
"Wow, junk!" She helped Willow untape the massive cardboard box. "Giles's
been holding out on us."
"I hope it's something cool and ratty!"
Only Willow could get that excited about a box of junk. But then after the
hours they had logged today--Saturday hours at that--a box of junk even
interested her. It had to be some good junk for Giles to have kept it
around. Books he would tolerate, but not much of anything else.
The light in Willow's eyes died, and Buffy knew that the junk trunk had been
too good to be true. "Well, I'm not quite sure what it is."
Buffy peeked into the box, past the tapy cardboard flaps. Inside was junk, i
n the truest sense of the word. She couldn't even recognize most of it, but
she picked out a few items: a twisted, tarnished goblet; a set of three
knives, each smaller than the next, that didn't look like they could cut
their way out of a paper bag; a bunch of books (yes, more books!) that
looked like readers in languages she couldn't even recognize; and some old
rope. She uncoiled the thick corded rope to get it out of the way; it
smelled like mildew and old fish. Yum, what a winner, Giles! What, dating
Mrs. Paul?
"Ooh, a wooden box!" Willow cooed, trying to inject the moment with more
excitement than it was worth. The box was pretty ornate, carved with mystic
symbols and stained with red and peeling gold leaf. Ever the optimist,
Willow handed the find to her.
"If it's a book, I'm going to kill someone," Buffy told her skeptically. A
lifted brow told her friend that, yes, she was the closest one within
killing range.
But it wasn't a book. But something almost as boring.
"A wooden stake," Buffy deadpanned, holding it as if it were a present from
her grandma on Christmas eve, and not the cool grandma either. "Like I don't
have enough of THESE lying around..."
"But it's got metal on it, like a handle-type thingy." Willow craned her
head around to get a better look. "I think it's brass. It couldn't be gold."
"Gold doesn't tarnish," Buffy lectured. "Brass tarnishes. I learned that one
from Grandma Summers when she gave me a 'gold' chain one year." Still, the
stake was fancier than her
bought-at-Home-Depot-and-hacked-to-a-point-by-a-butcher-knife variety. It
looked hard, harder than fresh wood, almost as if it had been stuck in a
fire or rockified like the petrified wood she saw at the pet store. And it
did have a handle, sort of, with a thick brass wire twisted around the base
of it like a grip.
"It's what all the Slayers are sporting this year," Buffy quipped, jerking
the box up quickly so that the stake flew into the air and landed firmly in
her fist, ready to attack.
***
The bell to Curious Goods chimed cheerfully in a vain attempt to brighten
the dusty, dingy store. Micki looked up from the wooden box she was
unpacking. "If I have to unpack one more box of inventory..." she warned the
newcomer.
"Well, lucky you, here's some mail for you to go through." Johnny Ventura
tossed several letters onto the check-out counter. "Looks like some
potential hits. Want to check it out?"
Micki looked back at the still-full box she was unpacking.
"Ah, and I'll finish unpacking." The dark-haired young man grinned and dug
in, true to his word.
Micki pushed back long red hair from her sticky forehead with the back of
her hand. "Deal." She shuffled quickly through the mail, separating the
bills from the "other." While their store front Curious Goods gave them an
excuse for dabbling into the occult and acquiring strange, ominous
artifacts, it also gave them the resources to do their real job: tracking
down items cursed by Old Scratch himself. She had been lucky enough to be
the niece of Lewis Vendredi, the Devil's right-hand man. All the many long
years her uncle had been in business for the dark side had given them a lot
of nasty pieces of work to track down and tuck away into the vault hidden
deep in the basement of the store.
They had begun their quest of tracking down the cursed objects by sending
out letters and making calls to those buyers so thoughtfully listed in her
uncle's Manifest.
"Here's a returned one." She examined the postmark. "Looks like they held on
to it--oh--about a year before returning it. Guess the post office didn't
notice. It says no longer at address."
"Sounds suspicious," Johnny said as he hefted out a particularly gruesome
African statue, which would probably sell within the week. "Want to give
them a call? Maybe take a trip?"
"I guess. I'll get the Manifest." A moment later she was paging through a
huge tome that would have made even Rupert Giles envious. "Here it is. John
Hyrman. Here's a new one: a wooden stake." She looked over at Johnny, who
had almost cleared out the wooden box and was rummaging through wooden curls
of packing material. "Any idea why anyone would want a wooden stake?" the
redhead asked.
Johnny wiped the sweat away from his forehead, much as Micki had done. He
shook his head and looked at the junk he had unpacked. Why did anyone want
ANY of the stuff sold at Curious Goods?
Looking to the entry where Micki pointed, he verified: one wooden stake.
He shook his head and shrugged. "A vampire hunter?"
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END Part 1
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