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buffyfic-digest         Sunday, April 5 1998         Volume 02 : Number 094




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Date: Sat, 4 Apr 1998 18:52:50 EST
From: Jaclyn Amy <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC:Star-Cross'd Lovers(1/?)

Star-CrossÆd Lovers (1/?)
by Jaclyn Amy

TITLE: Star-CrossÆd Lovers
AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy
RATING:
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first.
SPOILERS: None.
SUMMARY: Angel is Angelus and has killed Ms. Calendar. Pretty much, this just
shows how strong AngelÆs and BuffyÆs love is. Oh, and this isnÆt your regular
restoration story. This gets sad, so if you are not into that kind of thing,
donÆt read it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is owned by Joss Wheden,
Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, 20th Century Fox, etc. No infringement
intended.
FEEDBACK: Please.
Star-CrossÆd Lovers (1/?)

    For days, Buffy just cried; not wanting to live, unwilling to die. The two
most important people in her life were murdered, and nothing could change
that. Not finding a new love, not devoting her life to avenging their deaths,
not even bringing Angel back. Being suicidal, she had purchased a gun. She had
promised herself that if she let everyone perish, she would murder herself. In
misery, Buffy grieved alone in her room, with the gun. Willow and Xander had
tried to visit, but she wouldnÆt let them in.
    "Buffy, please, open up!" Willow cried. "I have important news."
    Finally, Buffy let her friend inside. "What?"
    "ItÆs Cordelia."
    "What about her?"
    Tears started to shed from WillowÆs already tear-stained face. "Buffy, she
was turned to a vampire last night."
    "What!?"
    "ThatÆs," she sniffled,"thatÆs not the worst part. After she changed, she,
she, sheà"
    "Willow, what is it?"
    "She murdered Xander!"
    Buffy embraced Willow, and they stood there, crying together, for a while.
    Willow finally left and wandered the streets. Confused, angry, hurt, she went
to look for Angelus to stake him. She was successful in finding him, but not
in killing him. He overpowered her greatly and killed her quickly.
***
    Buffy was not expecting the call that she would receive the next day. She had
now lost everything: her friends, her family, her love. She grabbed the gun
and was about to pull the trigger when WillowÆs parents called.
Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg had asked Buffy to take WillowÆs belongings since they
were so close. Before going to the house, she locked her gun in her desk
drawer and put the key on the nightstand.
With a heavy heart, she searched through her computer files. One of the
documenets sounded interesting to her, so she opened it. "The Restoration
Ceremony."
//Ohmigod// she thought. //Maybe I havenÆt lost my loveà//

End Part 1

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Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 23:11:38
From: Sarah Douglas <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "The Cure" (2/14)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy or any of the other wonderful characters in
the Buffyverse.  I am using them without the permission of the people who
do own them who are not going to sue me because I am not making any money
off this.  Joss Whedon, WB, Mutant Enemy, Kusui and Sandollar own the Buffy
characters.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask.
RATING: Probably PG
FEEDBACK: I would love to know what you all think of this.  Please send me
feedback.  Pretty please.  <[e-mail]>
SUMMARY:  Okay, well this takes place while Ms. Calendar is still alive,
but Angel is evil, so probably Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered.  It's
another "Angel gets his soul back" story which I wrote to convince myself
that Angel could be good again.  It's kind of long and I'm sorry about that
you all.  Well, enough with the talk, on with the show.
AUTHOR'S MESSAGE: Okay, I'm sorry it took me so long to send this next part
out, but due to school work, buffyfic and willowfic piled up in huge stacks
in my box, and I've been working very hard to do all my school work and
read fic because I want to read the fic and I don't want to do my homework.
SPECIAL THANKS: Special thanks goes out to Angellov for pumping up my ego
after I sent this in.
ONE LAST THING: A while ago I think I promised to be someones beta reader,
but I don't remember who it was and I lost the story.  To whomever it was,
I'm very, very sorry and if you still want me to read your story I'd be
glad to.  I promise not to lose it this time.

Okay, on with the show.

The Cure  (2/14)

Buffy sat in class staring blankly at the pecil she was twirling.

"Ms. Summers, could you answer that?" the teacher's voice said.  Buffy
continued to stare blankly.

"Ms. Summers!" the teacher's voice broke into Buffy's thoughts.

"Excuse me, what?" Buffy replied, coming back to reality with a jolt.

"Ms. Summers, please speak to me after class.  And pay attention."

Buffy nodded and slumped back in her chair.  She payed token attention for
the rest of the class.  Finally, the bell rang.  Buffy sighed and got up.

"I'll wait for you," Xander said.  Buffy smiled gratefully.

"Buffy, I've noticed you haven't been paying attention in class recently.
What's going on?" the teacher asked.

"I'm really sorry I haven't been paying attention, I've just been dealing
with a lot of stuff recently.  It's just been kind of  overwhelming.  I'll
try harder to pay attention," Buffy replied.

"Okay Buffy, do that.  You can go."  Buffy gratefully left the room.

"You okay Buff?" Xander asked as Buffy came into the hall.  She sighed and
Xander gave her a hug.

"Come on, Giles is waiting for us."

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

The bell jolted Jenny Calendar back to reality.  Seh quickly dismissed the
class and gathered together all her stuff.  When she looked at the doorway,
she saw Rupert.  her heart sang with joy at the thought that they were
going to be friends again.  She walked towards him and he walked towards her.

"Giles!  What's wrong?" Willow asked from behind Jenny.

<<Damn, it's not me he came to see!>> Jenny thought, sighing.

"Willow, I need you to come with me," Giles said.  He and Willow hurried
out of the room, not saying a word to Jenny.

<< Now I *really* have to bring Angel back.>>

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

Willow and Giles were just sitting down as Buffy and Xander came in.

"Hi Giles!" Buffy greeted.

" Her G-man," Xander said

"Hello Buffy, Xander.  We have a problem," Giles replied.

"Of course we do.  We live on the Hellmouth.  So, what new delight has the
Hellmouth dropped in out laps?" Buffy asked.

"Well, it's not the Hellmouth precisely.  We all know that Angel has made
Buffy his target, and since he wants to hurt her, that makes all of us
targets.  I need to know who ever invited him into their homes," Giles
explained.

"No sweat, G-man.  I never invited dead-boy in," Xander said.

"That's good.  What about the two of you?" Giles asked.

"Does the word *duh* mean anything to you Giles?  Of course I've invited
him in.  Why?" Buffy responded.

"Well, as I'm sure you all realize, a vampire can't come in unless they're
invited.  Which is a good defense, until they've been invited in because
then they can come in whenever they want.  So, if Angel is targeting Buffy,
being invited into any of our houses gives him a big advantage.  But if
he's only been invited into Buffy's house, we'll be okay," Giles explained.
 Willow paled.

"Ummmm . . .Giles, I've invited Angel in," Willow said quietly.

"You've what?!  Oh dear, this really is a problem.  How are we going to
protect Willow?"

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

As Angel fell asleep he thought <<It's been awhile since I gave Buffy a
present.  I think Willow's lifeless body would be perfect.>>

End part 2

What did you think?  Send comments good, bad, whatever to
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Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 09:47:11 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (4/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia
Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company are the property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions,
and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without
permission. The author claims no rights to these characters.

SUMMARY: Welcome to my new story. This one might
be a tad difficult to understand at first, since it takes place
ten years into the future, and IÆm not telling you whatÆs
happened in advance. IÆm going to reveal that as time
goes on in the story. I love to get feedback, except when
my mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway!
My address is [e-mail]. If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs because you havenÆt read the other parts. If you want
to get this, ask me for it!

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Four: "Good Morning"
*********

It was early the next day when he heard a pounding on the
door and practically bolted up in bed. Only CordeliaÆs iron
grip stopped him. She was holding on tight, the way she
always had and probably always would. Cordelia was the
type that wouldnÆt let you get away, he thought.

Not that he wanted to.

He shook her a little by the shoulder, and she simply shifted
in closer, mumbling something about not wanting to wake
the Latin people.

"Cordy."

"What? Too early. Talk later. Sleep now." She turned over
again.

The pounding grew louder. It seemed to be shaking the house.

"Forget it. IÆll let her in." He artfully slipped out of her arms
and grabbed his bathrobe on the way out.

Padding out into the living room, he turned on the coffee
maker and crossed again to open the door.

A thirteen-year old girl stood outside the door, looking way
too worried for a thirteen-year old girl. It was hard to believe
her capable of creating such a racket. She was scrawny, with
a head that seemed too large for her tiny neck.

"Hi, Corin."

"Hi, Mr. Harris." Her voice was quiet, and barely audible.

He had to strain to keep from rolling his eyes. "Come on in."
He paused, wondering if he should even bother. He decided
to try, anyway.

"Corin?"

"Yes?"

"You can call us by our first names, you know."

"Okay, Mr.à uhhà Xander, then," she chirped.

A sparrow, thatÆs what she was, he thought.

"Catching on." He smiled, and she simply stood there with
a serious expression on her face. He wondered if sheÆd even
caught the sarcasm in his voice. Probably. She was genius
intellectually, but her non-existent sense of
humor really frightened him. She faced everything with a
permanent gravity that seemed as fixed a part of her face as
her eyes or her mouth.

"Cordelia is asleep, but I guess I didnÆt need to tell you
that, did I?"

She remained silent.

"Okay. Just hold on. You can get yourself something to eat
or drink. You know where everything is, right?" She nodded,
but didnÆt make a move.

Before returning to the bedroom, he glanced backwards to
see her awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room.
She was sweet, but everything that girl did was awkward. It
was hard to believe she could be a vampire slayer.

***

He rushed to CordeliaÆs side when he saw her twisted form
on the bed. She was tangled in the sheets, writhing in pain.
Her eyes were closed, but her face was a mask of grief.

Her statuesque figure disappeared, and in an instant she
was small and weak.

Endeavoring to end her unknown suffering, he shook her
gently.

"Cordelia," he whispered, even as his heart constricted.
Just a dream, he reminded himself, and her eyes fluttered
open.

"Xander?" She looked confused, as if she didnÆt believe
he was standing in front of her.

"Cordelia, CorinÆs here."

"What?"

"SheÆs here. She just got here. Are you okay?"

"I donÆt know," she replied, holding her head. "I think I
just had one of the dreams." She sat still for a moment.
"It was like the dream Corin described, but somehow
different."

"How?"

"It was worse."
***
END, PART 4. Comments? Questions? Write to me at
[e-mail].

Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to
Normalcy,"
"One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance,"
"Tragic
Sighs" and "Footsteps."

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