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buffyfic-digest         Sunday, April 5 1998         Volume 02 : Number 095




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Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 09:52:23 EDT
From: Jaclyn Amy <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC:StarCross'd Lovers(2/5)

Star-CrossÆd Lovers (2/5)
by Jaclyn Amy

TITLE: Star-CrossÆd Lovers
AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy
RATING: PG
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(2/5)
      Buffy bravely lured Angelus to the library where she was going to
perform the Restoration Ceremony. She had evreything she needed: a Thesselan
Orb, Angelus, and a copy of the spell.
    "Well, well, well. I see youÆve decorated for me," Angelus sneered.
    "YÆlike? I picked it out all by myself."
    "I hope you like my little presents. I made sure to give the very best."
    With that, she reached for a stake, but stopped herself. Instead, she started
chanting the spell.
    Angelus fell to the ground in emense pain. "IÆm gonna kill you, you little
bitch!" But he couldnÆt move. His body started to sting all over, and he
shrieked. Suddenly, the pain stopped, and he was perfectly fine.
    "Buffy?" he whispered. He stood up and turned to see her. He quickly grabbed
and held her.
     She leaned up and looked in his eyes. "Angel?" It was more of a statement
than a question.
     He, too, looked in her eyes and was aghast at what he saw. Those werenÆt
the eyes of the Buffy he knew, but the eyes of someone emensely in agony.
Memories flooded his mind. He had murdered them all, and it had killed Buffy.
He couldnÆt take it back. How could he even say heÆs sorry and expect for her
to understand.
    "Buffy, IÆmà"
    "Angel, donÆt. It isnÆt your fault." Tears started falling down her face:
tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears of anger. "Angel, Angelus was the one
who did this; not you. You are in no way responsible; I am. But now heÆs gone
forever. YouÆre human, Angel. WeÆre just going to have to move on."
    But the look on her face told him that she was still hurting. "Buffy, I
love you. I donÆt regret making love to you, only the consequenses that
follow. DonÆt believe a word he said, æcause none of itÆs true. You were
terrific. Buffy-"
   "Just hold me." And he did just that. Together, they cried and cried.
Finally, Angel let go.
   "I have a decision to make."
   "What are you talking about?"
   "When you are a true human and the demon is completely gone, you have a
decision to make. You have two choices: One, you can start off at the age you
died at and live a normal life. Or-"
   "Yes."
   "ItÆs not that simple, Buff. The other choice is to let all those you have
murdered since the last full moon live, and you will perish, as if you werenÆt
a vampire. I have one day to make the decision. If I choose to live, we must
perform this ceromony again. If I donÆt, I will die, and Giles and Xander and
Willow and Cordelia and your mom will be restored. Buffy, I want you to make
the decision."
   "I, I canÆt do that. I canÆt choose between you and them."
   "Buffy, you have one day, and if you canÆt make your mind up, the choice
will be made for you. Is it me, your love, or them, your friends and
relatives?"

End Part 2

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Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 11:40:34 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (5/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordy
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!

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"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Five: "Peace"
*********

It was raining again.

The silver drops slipped along the window, merging and
descending to the bottom. He watched idly, his mind somewhere
far away as he sipped the tea.

He grimaced. It had become cold while heÆd been sitting.

There was nothing to do today. Stores were closed, and the world
froze with SundayÆs passage. Everything was still. At peace. Far
outside it was cool, and the ground swelled with the skyÆs
moisture.

The soft pattering on the window accompanied the silence in a
monotonous symphony. Everything seemed monotonous now. A
tea-bag. The rain. Getting up. Getting dressed.

The worst by far was thinking.

Thinking led to remembering, and more than anything, Rupert
Giles wanted to forget. His objection to the dullness of everyday
life was not so much the dullness in itself, but rather the way it
made you think about other, more exciting times.

If only something different would happen so he didnÆt have to
think about any of them.

He could still see the young womanÆs face on the last day. SheÆd
been so happy. After all these years, she was finally free. SheÆd
done the impossible, which meant that heÆd done his job better
than any of his predecessors. ThatÆs what it was supposed to
mean, at least.

Then thereÆd been the dark-haired man behind her whoÆd still
seemed out of place in the light of day. Giles hadnÆt been able
to bring himself to look at his face.

The relief didnÆt hit him until after the mumbled goodbye and the
plane ride back to England. It hit him as he limped from the
London airport and reached the old family house. ThatÆs when
heÆd finally understood that it was over.

 And it was only a few days more when heÆd realized he couldnÆt
stay with his family.

This was his retreat.

No guests, no phone calls, and only the occasional letter. He was
alone, except for the ghosts.

They came in dreams, rather, nightmares. Painful visions of the
only woman heÆd ever loved.

Her graying body sprinkled with rose petals.

That horrible opera.

Then the little red-haired hacker, helplessly clutching her killerÆs
neck; falling.

The funeral procession.

The bodies combined into a nameless victim with a thousand faces.

Dirt settling on top of the lacquered wood.

The phoneÆs shrill sound ripped through his reverie, jolting him
awake.

It took him three rings before heÆd recovered enough to answer.

"Hello?"

"Giles? ItÆs Buffy. I need your help."
*****
END, PART 5. 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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Date: Sun, 05 Apr 1998 08:46:08 PDT
From: "Tracy Cain" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Third Child: (1/?)

Name: The Third Child
Author: Rihanon
Address: [e-mail]
Feedback: This is my first story, so please share! Good? Bad? Ugly? I
crave this information!!!!!!!!
Distribution: Anya can have it, anyone else who wants it can e-mail me
and ask.  I'll say yes, but please ask first.
Summary: Spike has a plot. (So what else is new?)
Spoilers: uh- What's My Line? Definitely before S/I, though.
Disclaimer: In no way am I creative enough to come up with the
characters used in this story.  If you recognize anything, it's not
mine, and belongs to the evil Joss.
Warnings: This part's not too bad, some violence, later parts will be
worse, depending on your point of view.
Rating: PG, I think. Maybe PG-13, I'm a really bad judge of this.

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The Third Child: (1/?)
By Rihanon
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       Buffy pushed a rebellious strand of hair out of her face as she
knocked on the door. It was soon opened, and she felt her heart begin to
pound as she gazed at his face. Angel moved to the side to allow her to
enter, and she smiled as she brushed past him.
       "Hey."
       "Hey.  You're here early," he observed.
       She shrugged.  "I missed you."
       "You were here last night."
       "So?"
       He laughed, low in his throat, as he pulled her into his arms.
"I missed you too," he murmured softly as he bent down to kiss her.
       The Slayer shivered at the taste of his lips as she melted into
his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him even
closer.
She loved the feel of his arms around her, the hard muscles of his chest
and shoulders gently cradling her body.
       He inhaled the scent of her hair as he savored the kiss, his
hands sliding across her back, caressing her slender body.  Buffy pulled
away slightly, gasping for breath, before claiming his mouth again.
       Eventually, she broke it off, sighing lightly.  "I hate to say
this, but I promised Giles I'd hunt tonight, to make up for missing so
much time recently."
       He smiled that small subdued smile of his that she loved.  "All
right.  Stop by again tomorrow?"
       "Like anything could keep me away."

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       "Giles," Buffy called out as she entered the library next
morning.
       "Oh, there you are Buffy," said the librarian coming out from
behind a stack of books, "How did hunting go last night?"
       "That's the weird thing. I made a pass of all the usual vampy
haunts after I left Angel's, but I didn't see one.  That's the second
night in a row; it's like they're in hibernation or something."
       "Ummm, yes. That is rather odd."
       "Could it be because of Spike and Drucilla getting killed?"
       "I rather doubt it.  The death of their leaders would have caused
the local vampires to become both demoralized and rather disorganized,
but I can't imagine them all going into hiding."
       "Well," she began, turning as the library doors opened.  "Hi,
Will, Xander."
       "Hi Buff," he said.  "Slay any interesting vampires last night?"
       "No, the only one I even saw was Angel."
       "So, I repeat: slay any interesting vampires last night?"
       "Xander!" Willow exclaimed in exasperation.  "Of course not."
       The bell rang, and Buffy looked up in irritation.  "Oh crap, I'd
better get to class; Snyder's really been on my case lately."
       "Yes, yes, of course," Giles muttered.  "Stop by after school,
and I'll, um, see if I can find an explanation for last night's
aberration."
       "Will do.  See you guys."

       "So, Giles, any luck?" she asked as she dropped her books on the
table.
       "Actually, no; I admit, I'm quite baffled.  Everything I read
indicated that the only reason a whole town of vampires might, uh, æstay
in' as it were, is that a strong leader is compelling them to do so.
And we know that their leader was Spike."
       "Well, is it possible that they have a new leader?"
       "Possible, but highly unlikely.  There were no other vampires in
town that the others feared enough to follow, and I would think that we
would have heard if anyone new had shown up.  I have no idea what's
going on."
       "So that's it?  æSorry, wait and see what tries to kill you
next,' that's all you have for me?"
       "Buffy, I'm sorry.  Have you spoken to Angel about all this?"
       "No, but I'll ask him tonight when I see him."
       "Yes, and let me know tomorrow if he had any insights into our
dilemma."

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       Buffy walked through the graveyard, deep in thought.  Still no
vampires, and that lack was really making her nervous.  On the surface
it appeared to be a good thing, but she just *knew* they were up to
something.  Determinately she pushed her worries out of her mind,
letting her thoughts wander.  Angel...  They always wandered to the same
place anyway.
       She loved him, she was finally accepting that, but that thought
caused another worry to flit through her mind.
       <Does he love me?  He never actually said that he did- and why
would he?  He could have any girl he wanted, well any girl willing to
accept a nights-only relationship, anyway.>
       Her thoughts were interrupted as a chill feeling of evil slid
across her skin.  Disturbed, she whirled around trying to pinpoint the
source.  She heard air rushing over something as it hurtled towards her,
and she threw herself to the ground.
       Claws rent the air where she had stood a moment before.  As Buffy
looked up, she saw a creature straight out of her worst nightmares.
Leathery wings beat through the night as it wheeled to face her, looking
like some kind of devil straight out of scripture.
       The creature lunged at her, it's claws raking her shoulder. She
screamed as desperately she tried to bring her stake up.  She finally
managed to raise her stake, pitiful against this *thing* but the only
weapon she had.  As she felt blackness descend around her, she rammed
the stake home with the last of her strength.
       She smelled sulfur and heard a distant scream as she fell to the
ground, blood pouring from her shoulder, arm and chest.  Behind her she
heard derisive, mocking laughter.
       "My, my, it appears the little Slayer can barely handle a small
hate-wraith.  If such as *you* can give Spike so much trouble, it's a
wonder he's still alive."A tall, slender vampire, his long dark hair
framing violet eyes, walked languidly into her field of view.  "If
that's the best you can do, this won't be nearly as entertaining as I
had hoped."  He shrugged, "Oh well, it's not as though you're my actual
target."
       Reaching down, he took hold of her hair, and, with a casual
strength, dragged her to her feet.  "I want you to deliver a message to
Angelus, little Slayer; can you do that?" he inquired, giving her a
rough shake.
       Buffy whimpered involuntarily in pain as the motion jarred her
wounds.
       "Good.  Tell him that Rasitin is in town, and that it's payback
time.  I'm going to show him how well I learned his lessons, and before
I'm done- he'll beg to die.  Maybe if he's very lucky, I'll leave you
out of it."
       He laughed again as he released her.  "Be a good girl, and hurry
up now," he called after her as she stumbled away towards Angel's.

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 I think this part was rather cliched, if so forgive me.  And if you're
wondering who Rasitin is, you have to wait until part 2 to find out.

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