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buffyfic-digest         Monday, April 6 1998         Volume 02 : Number 101



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       BUFFYFIC: Hope  (41/45)
       BUFFYFIC: Hope  (45/45)

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Date: Mon, 06 Apr 1998 17:26:43 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope  (41/45)

Author:  Sara B.  [e-mail]
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.... I'm just
borrowing them, (although I wish Angel was mine!)  Everything else
belongs to me!
Author's note:  This is your usual generic story.  Angel is still good,
so basically in my story surprise/innocence didn't happen.  Willow and
Oz are together, and Xander and Cordy are still hiding their secret
utility closet rondevu's. This is going to be a long story, and will
take some time so be patient with me.  I'm not very good at story
telling, so if this totally sucks and isn't read-worthy, just let me
know.Oh yeah, and I want feedback, feedback, and more feedback.  I don't
care if it's good or bad, just tell me what you thought of it.




Part 41   PG-13   Fighting scenes

Hope stared into the cold eyes of Angel.  He smirked as Joyce was near
hysterics.

Joyce sobbed.  ôBuffy!  He is going to kill you!  You have to get out of
here!ö

Hope looked at Joyce.  < Even she thinks IÆm Buffy >  ôItÆs okay, Joyce.
He isnÆt going to kill me.ö

Joyce sat up straight, a confused expression formed on her face.  Hope
looked at Angel.  ôYou are quite the unobservant one.ö

ôWhatÆs that supposed to mean?ö  He growled.  His face changed into his
demonic form.

ôYouÆll find out in good time,ö she answered.

ôYou know, IÆm getting sick of this small talk,ö Angel said, advancing
toward her.

Hope sniffed the air.  ôDo you smell that?ö  She asked, looking behind
Angel.

ôSmell what?ö  He growled.

ôI smell Sex and Candy,ö she said.  Angel looked at her, confused.  He
turned around to see what was behind him.

Hope looked up and saw an old rafter that used to be part of the church.
Grabbing it, she swung with both feet into his back, making him fly
forward onto his face.  ôYou know?  The song?ö  He swiftly stood up and
before he could react, she kicked his face with a roundhouse, and
followed up with several punches and another kick.  Angel grabbed her by
the throat and lifted her into the air, choking her.

ôDeja vu,ö he whispered.  Hope smiled and grabbed his arm.  She swung
her feet high into the air, grabbing his head between her legs.  With a
quick twist, he landed on the ground, letting go of her neck.
Angel scrambled to his feet, and lunged at her.  Hope ducked, and pushed
him into the hard rock wall.
She grabbed an old piece of wood from the ground and used it as a shield
as Angel tried to punch her.
Hope hit him over the head with it.  He fell to his knee, but got back
up.  She hit him with it again and he fell to his other knee, but
quickly got up again.  She hit him a third time and he staggered again.
Angel grabbed the wood from her and hit her in the side with it, causing
her to stumble sideways.   She gave him a hard punch to the face, and
tried again, but he blocked it and hit her in the face, sending her into
the wall behind her.  Barely phased, she kicked him in the face as he
tried to grab her.  He swung at her, but missed.  She punched him in the
gut.  She swung again, but he blocked her punch, and back handed her
hard.  She landed on the ground with a thud.

Hope scrambled to her feet, and stood in her fighters position.  Angel
stood a few feet away from her, doing the same.  Both staring each other
down, not wanting to lose eye contact.  Hope did a flip over Angel,
landing behind him.  She kicked him with all of her might, and he lunged
forward, crashing into a column.  It toppled over, breaking to pieces as
it hit the ground.  The candles on top of it fell into the pond.

He got back up and grabbed her, throwing her across the room.  She
landed against the wall with a thud, then fell to the ground.  She
forced herself to stand up, despite the pain in her body.  Angel stared
at her, his eyes growing wide with immense Anger.

ôYour not Buffy,ö he hissed, baring his yellow fangs.

Hope smiled.  ôI told you you were unobservant.ö  Angel advanced toward
her and grabbed her by the neck.  He lifted her body up high in the air
and threw her at the wall with all of his strength.  HopeÆs head
collided with the hard rock and she was knocked unconscious.  An ominous
laugh emerged from Angel as he stared at her limp figure.  He bent down
to grab her but stopped to hear a loud wail emerge from the doorway.

He looked up to see Xander and Giles staring at him and Hope.  He stood
up and grabbed Xander, slamming him into the wall.  ôYou shouldnÆt have
come here, boy,ö Angel snarled, his yellow eyes glaring.  ôBut hey, I
guess this means I donÆt have to hunt you down,ö he laughed, leaning his
mouth into XanderÆs neck.

ôLet him go, dead boy,ö a voice called from the passageway.  Xander and
Angel looked to see Buffy standing behind him.  The vampire dropped the
boy and turned to face the Slayer.  She pulled out a stake from her back
and tapped it gently in her palm.

ôYou shouldnÆt have tricked me,ö Angel said.

ôAnd you shouldnÆt try to kill my friends,ö she said, and swung at him.
He ducked it quickly, and laughed.  She tried a direct thrust, which
Angel just pushed aside, but she followed it up with a punch to the face
from her other hand and used her momentum to spin around for a
roundhouse kick, knocking him down.  Buffy charged at him with the stake
held above her head in both hands.  He blocked her charge with his arms
and twisted her arms down, forcing her to drop the stake, and shoved her
into a wall.  He tried to knock her legs out from under her, but her
footing was firm and she kicked him in the back, knocking him down
instead.  Once down he tried kicking again and this time made her fall.
She grabbed his hair, pulled him up a bit and kicked him in the face.
They both scrambled to their feet.  Angel swung and missed.  He swung
the other way, but she blocked it and punched him three times in the gut
and then a right hook to his jaw.

Buffy and Angel stood, staring at each other.  Both were tired, but were
in no mood to quit fighting.  She looked into his eyes, searching for
his lost soul,  trying not to remember that he was Angel, that he was
her love.

ôWhat happened to you, Angel?ö  She dared to ask him.

He smiled.  ôThe best thing possible,ö he sneered.  ôIÆm the Master.
And your dead,ö he said, and lunged at her.  He grabbed her hair and
pulled her toward him.  She kicked him in the stomach, and dug her
fingernails into his hand.  He released his grip on her and held his
hand out in front of him.  Opening his palm, he froze her body and her
mind.  Twisting his hand, she slowly walked toward him, not in control
of her body.  <Oh God.  ItÆs happening again > Her mind flashed back to
the Master.  < Move Buffy! > She screamed at her self.  Frozen with
fear, she watched Angel stand behind her, gently grabbing her shoulders.

ôItÆs too bad it has to end this way,ö  Angel said, laughing.  ôBut IÆm
sure glad it did.  I really give you kudos for trying, though.ö  He
brushed her hair from her neck and slowly lowered his mouth to her neck.
Buffy panted hard with fear.  She could feel his hot breath on her neck.
He gently pierced her skin, drawing a hint of blood.  As he gently took
a sip, Hope slowly awakened.  She stared at the image in front of her,
trying to clear her head.

< This canÆt be happening > She thought, and her vision focused on Angel
sucking the life out of Buffy.  Hope watched in horror, struggling to
get up.  Giles ran toward Angel, but the vampire put his hand up and
opened his palm.  The WatcherÆs body flung backwards and hit the wall.
Giles groaned in pain.

< I love you, Angel > Buffy thought, as her head began to feel light.
She slowly opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.  Angel fed
from Buffy, drinking her blood, savoring the taste of the warm liquid on
his tounge.  Her eyes slowly closed.  Her skin grew pale and her body
slumped in his grip.  Angel, BuffyÆs only love, dropped her lifeless
body on the ground.  He licked his lips and looked at her three friendÆs
horrified faces and gloated.



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Date: Mon, 06 Apr 1998 17:33:00 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope  (45/45)

Author:  Sara B.  [e-mail]
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.... I'm just
borrowing them, (although I wish Angel was mine!)  Everything else
belongs to me!
Author's note:  This is your usual generic story.  Angel is still good,
so basically in my story surprise/innocence didn't happen.  Willow and
Oz are together, and Xander and Cordy are still hiding their secret
utility closet rondevu's. This is going to be a long story, and will
take some time so be patient with me.  I'm not very good at story
telling, so if this totally sucks and isn't read-worthy, just let me
know.Oh yeah, and I want feedback, feedback, and more feedback.  I don't
care if it's good or bad, just tell me what you thought of it.

Part 45    PG

Giles sat in his living room, replaying the conversation with HopeÆs
parents over and over in his head.  He couldnÆt stop thinking about it.
< This is truly amazing.  GayleÆs great grandfather had been a Watcher,
and her grandmotherÆs great aunt was a Slayer >  He rubbed his aching
temples and gulped down a large glass of water.  < They knew about the
prophecy all along.  Hope was destined to save Angel, and was also
destined to die >

< Then she disappeared.  Right in XanderÆs arms >

It was an amazing thing for Giles to see.  In his lifetime, he had come
across many odd and unnatural beings, but never had a mortal just
disappear.  But then, Hope wasnÆt a mortal.

*There is something you donÆt know about Hope* Gayle said.
*What?  What is it?* Giles asked.
*She is immortal.*

Giles had been so shocked at this information he had nearly fallen off
the sofa.  Hope was immortal.  An immortal Slayer.  If she hadnÆt risked
her own life to save AngelÆs, she would have died.  It was the goodness
in her that gave her immortality.

< Well all thought she had died.  Buffy wept for her...her feeling of
guilt is overwhelming.  She will be so happy to find Hope is alive >
The smile on GilesÆ face turned into a frown.  < Or will she?  Will her
mourning over Angel affect her greatly?  Will she be able to continue
her slaying abilities? >

He began to feel distress over this, worrying that Buffy would be too
grief stricken to deal with anything.
< Her love for Angel was never questionable.  Her feelings were loud and
clear.  She loved him with all of her heart and soul.  Poor Buffy, she
is too young to have to deal with this...to young to have so much
responsibility >

Giles stood up and walked to his window.  Pulling back his curtains, he
stared into the night sky.  < So much has happened in the past two days.
All our lives have been changed.  Forever.  Will Buffy be able to get
past his death?  She is incredibly strong for her age.  A maturity well
beyond her sixteen years.  Out of all the slayers I have read about, she
has been the most incredible of them all.  She survived death, the most
dangerous opponent of all.  The one thing that Buffy canÆt fight >

Giles took a deep breath and sauntered away from the window.  He turned
off the lights and locked his door, breathing a sigh of relief at the
fact that vampires couldnÆt come in unless they were invited.  He walked
to his bedroom, and changed into a pair of pajamas.  Slipping beneath
the covers of his bed, he pulled out his Watcher diary and wrote about
the past two dayÆs events.

*****


ôGoodnight, Mom.  I love you,ö Buffy said to Joyce before entering her
room.  Angel trailed close behind at her feet.

ôGoodnight, Buffy.  I love you too.  Sleep tight...donÆt let the bed
bugs bite,ö Joyce said from the hall.

Buffy laughed.  ôMore like donÆt let the vampires bite.ö

Joyce raised her eyebrow.  ôAre you sure vampireÆs canÆt come in unless
they are invited?ö

ôPositive,ö Buffy replied.  ôSo donÆt invite anyone in the house after
dark.  That is unless I am here.ö

Nodding, Joyce walked to her bedroom.  ôSweet dreams, IÆll see you in
the morning.  Goodnight, Angel.ö

Angel meowed loudly, and Buffy smiled.  ôThanks for letting me keep
him,ö she said.

ôYour welcome,ö she responded, grinning in joy at her daughterÆs
seemingly happy mood.  < If that little kitten makes her feel better,
than he is more than welcome! >

Buffy closed her bedroom door.  She walked to her closet and changed
into boxers and a T-shirt.  Angel hopped up onto her bed, curling up on
a cozy blanket.  Buffy took off her necklace and rings, placing them
next to her bed.  She strolled over to her window, and ran her fingers
along the sill.  ôGood-bye, Angel,ö she whispered, closing her curtains.

Picking up the leather jacket he gave her, she pulled back the covers
and crawled into bed.  Angel stirred and bounced to her, nudging her
face.  She let him cozy up to her.  Buffy watched the kitten bathe
himself, and smiled.

Rolling over onto her back, she pulled her comforter up to her neck.
Buffy sighed heavily.  ôIÆm going to miss you so much,ö she whispered,
letting the tears flow freely from her eyes.  She sniffled, feeling her
empty heart tighten.  She grasped the jacket tightly, weeping...her
tears wetting her face and pillow.  Closing her eyes, she imagined him.
His smile, his laugh, his smell, his voice, his eyes.

Before long, her body relaxed and her weeping stopped.  The tight grip
she had on her jacket lessened as she drifted off into a deep sleep,
into a dream world were she and her love could be together for eternity.

Angel sat up, and hopped off BuffyÆs bed.  He trotted across her floor
to her window.  Jumping up onto the sill, he sat, watching the Slayer
sleep.  Her small body illuminated by the soft light of the moon.

He watched over her protectively...as he had done so many times before.


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