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Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #106
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buffyfic-digest Tuesday, April 7 1998 Volume 02 : Number 106
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Hope Part 1 of 43/45
BUFFYFIC: Hope Part 2 of 42/45
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Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 15:34:41 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope Part 1 of 43/45
A: Sara B.
T: Hope
D: I don't own 'em!
Part 43 PG
The warm sun danced on BuffyÆs face as she opened her eyes to greet the
morning. She smiled, returning the cheerful hello. Yawning, she looked
over at the small table that stood next to her bed, and saw the two
claddagh rings sitting side by side. It was then that she remembered.
The harsh reality of the previous nights hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her throat tightened up and the tears rushed to her eyes, but she held
them back, refusing to cry.
Slowly she sat up in her warm bed and felt the soft, cozy green flannel
sheets rub against her legs. Buffy propped a pillow up and leaned
against it, her head resting against the wall. She looked at her
window. AngelÆs window, as she liked to call it. The one where he
would sit in the night and watch over her as she slept, protecting her,
like a guardian Angel. Frowning, she looked away from it, realizing he
would never sit on that windowsill again.
Glancing over at her mirror, she stared at her unfamiliar reflection.
Tired, red, puffy eyes that looked well worn beyond their years, and a
pale, sickly complexion. Her parched, dry lips shown of a light pale
pink. Her hair hung limply around her face. She grabbed a scrunchie
and pulled it back.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts and the comforting face of her
mother peeked through the crack in the door. ôMy I come in?ö She
asked, hopefully.
Buffy nodded. ôOf course you can.ö
Joyce entered her room and slowly sat down on the bed. ôHow are you
this morning?ö
ôIt hurts,ö she replied simply, the tears that had previously threatened
to run down her face emerging.
ôI know, honey. IÆm sorry,ö she said, taking her daughters hand.
ôI canÆt believe I lost them both,ö she whispered, the pain in her heart
growing. Buffy looked up into her eyes. ôDid he...I mean...um...Do
you.....know---a..about...me?ö She asked reluctantly.
Joyce gave her a soothing smile. ôYes, I know. Angel told me.ö
ôIÆm sorry I didnÆt tell you--Giles said that I would be endangering you
if I told you I was the Slayer and I wanted to----ö
ôBuffy, Buffy, calm down. I understand. You donÆt have to explain,ö
she said. ôI just feel bad about all the times I got mad at you and
called you irresponsible when you had the weight of the world on your
shoulders.ö
Buffy shook her head. ôItÆs okay. You didnÆt know what was going on.
I wanted to tell you, I really did. It was hard keeping all of that to
myself. IÆm so sorry. I mean---ö
Joyce held up her hand, silencing her daughter. ôShhh...ö she said.
ôLike I said, donÆt apologize.ö Buffy nodded, but guilt still weighed
heavily over her. ôLetÆs not talk about this right now. WeÆll have
this conversation later. There is still a lot to be worked out. I want
to know all about Slayers and vampires.ö
Buffy smiled weakly. ôWell youÆd better prepare yourself. There is a
LOT to tell.ö
Joyce gave a small laugh. ôDo Xander and Willow know about you?ö
ôYeah, theyÆve know since we moved here,ö Buffy said. Her mind flashed
to the car accident. ôWillow and Cordelia, are they okay?ö She asked,
worried.
ôI spoke with Giles earlier this morning. They will be fine. Willow
went home last night with a badly sprained wrist, and Cordelia will be
released in two weeks. The muscles in her leg need to heal, and she
might have to have some physical therapy,ö Joyce told her.
ôAnd Miss Calendar? Is she okay?ö Buffy asked.
She nodded. ôYes, she is fine. It was just a mild concussion.ö
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. ôIÆm so glad they are okay. I was
really worried. I should probably go to the library and talk to Giles,ö
Buffy said, throwing back her covers, attempting to get up.
Joyce pushed her back down and put the covers back on her. Buffy gave
her a confused look. ôGiles said that he will call you later. You need
to stay in bed and get your rest. You gave us all a scare last
night...ö Joyce said, shuddering. She thought back to the moment Buffy
died. ôYou died last night.ö
ôAgain,ö Buffy uttered, wincing.
Joyce opened her eyes wide. ôWhat do you mean, again?ö
She gulped, feeling her cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink. ôI, um, well,
kinda sorta died last year. But only for a minute!ö She exclaimed.
ôYou died?!ö Joyce asked, her heart thudding.
ôWell, yeah. That will be another thing I will have to explain to you,ö
Buffy said sheepishly.
ôBuffy, I donÆt know WHAT IÆm going to do with you!ö Joyce said,
smiling despite her uneasiness at the knowledge that Buffy died twice.
ôListen, would you like me to get you anything? Juice? Water?
Something to eat?ö
Buffy thought for a moment. ôIÆll take my usual.ö
ôTwo parts orange, one part grapefruit. IÆm on it,ö Joyce said, and got
up to leave. Buffy pulled her back onto the bed for a hug. Grasping
her mother, she felt at that moment an evanescent peace.
ôI love you, Mom,ö she whispered.
ôI love you too, honey.ö After a few moments, Joyce pulled away. ôYou
know I will always be there for you.ö
ôI know.ö
ôIÆll be right back,ö she said, and Buffy nodded.
Joyce stood up slowly. Walking to the door she glanced back at Buffy,
who stared at her window. The distant look in her sorrowful eyes broke
JoyceÆs heart. Closing the door behind her, she inwardly sighed. < So
much pain for someone so young. I hope she will be able to get over
this >
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Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 15:31:19 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope Part 2 of 42/45
2/42/45
ôBuffy?ö A weak voice asked.
She spun around to look at AngelÆs teary eyes. Scrambling over to him,
she could see the beautiful soul that had once been gone. Buffy choked
back her sob, and she embraced Angel. ôYouÆre back,ö she whispered.
ôBuffy, I love you. DonÆt ever forget that,ö he said, clutching his
chest. Buffy pulled back and looked at him.
ôI wonÆt. I love you with all of my heart.ö She stared into his eyes,
and saw sadness behind the pools of tears. ôWhatÆs wrong?ö
Angel trembled, and held up his head. Opening his palm, he revealed
their claddagh rings.
ôMy ring!ö Buffy exclaimed, a look of joy on her face. Angel gazed
into BuffyÆs eyes, and his crimson lips turned into a small smile. Her
took her hand and slipped it onto her finger.
Angel pulled away, and put his ring into her hand. ôI want to you have
this,ö he said, his face full of grief. ôBuffy.....IÆm dying,ö he
uttered.
Shocked, she stared at him in disbelief. ôWhat do you mean?ö
Angel broke down and cried. ôI love you with all of my heart. IÆm
sorry for everything I did. I never deserved youÆre love. I did so
many horrible things in my life, and you forgave me for all of them.ö
ôAngel,ö Buffy bawled, her voice racked with sobs. ôYouÆre not going to
die.ö
He kissed her hand, and her lips gently. ôYou have to promise me
something,ö he said.
ôAnything,ö she whispered, her tears falling onto his chest.
ôDonÆt ever forget my love for you. You have been what has kept me
alive. You were my reason to live,ö he whispered, his voice growing
weaker by each word. ôLive the life you want to live. I want you to
promise me you will move on.ö His deep soulful eyes pleaded with hers.
ôPromise me, Buffy.ö Angel winced as an excruciating pain shot through
him, his body shuddering.
She nodded her head. ôI promise.ö
ôPlease donÆt ever forget me,ö he said, his voice rasping.
ôDonÆt leave me, Angel,ö Buffy sobbed. She leaned in and kissed him
passionately, holding on to him as tightly as she could, afraid to let
go.
Angel leaned his head back onto the ground, slowly closing his eyes.
Feeling her teardrops on his eyelids, he opened them slightly, and
murmured, ôI love you,ö before he drifted off into an endless sleep.
Buffy leaned her head down, lightly brushing her lips against his. She
leaned back, staring at his lifeless body.
The silence that hung over the lair was heavy with anguished sorrow as
AngelÆs body turned to dust. Buffy collapsed with sobs, digging her
fingernails into the soft earth where his ashes lay. She sobbed but no
more tears came.
Joyce slowly walked to her daughters heaving body. She gently pulled
Buffy to her feet and hugged her tightly, softly stroking her hair. She
knew that in no way could she comfort her right now. ôOh Mom, I lost
them both,ö she cried into JoyceÆs shoulder.
Xander stood up, HopeÆs body in his arms. He took a deep breath,
holding in his anguish. He gazed down into HopeÆs pale face, noticing
how beautiful she was. Her hair a golden yellow, her lips the color of
a pink rose in bloom, her long, black eyelashes covering her sparkling
emerald eyes. He felt his lip quivering, no longer able to hold in the
tears which now heartily flowed from his mahogany brown eyes.
Buffy watched him over her motherÆs shoulder. She had never seen Xander
display this kind of emotion, but was not surprised by his sadness. He
looked up and saw her staring at him. His heart broke into a million
pieces seeing her in grief. Their eyes stayed locked together, mentally
comforting one another. If he could, Xander would take her pain away,
until she was happy again. Until her face bore that radiant smile and
those sparkling eyes that it usually did. Staring into his eyes, Buffy
felt a momentary solace in his presence. She managed a weak smile,
which he readily returned.
Xander felt Hope become suddenly light in his eyes and stared down at
the body in his arms, gaping in shock. ôOh my.....ö his voice trailed
off, unable to continue speaking.
HopeÆs body began to disappear, slowly fading away. They watched she
became transparent, her body becoming almost crystalline. A soft, white
glow penetrated from her as she became hazy. A bright light broke from
within her, blinding Xander. At that moment, she vanished from his
arms.
Xander looked at his arms, not believing what he just saw. ôWhere did
she go?ö He asked, confusion and shock chiseling his face. He looked
at Giles, who was speechless.
ôI...I donÆt know,ö he said calmly, trying to think of any possible
explanation, but none came to mind. ôThat was the most amazing thing I
have ever seen.ö
Buffy shuddered, realizing how cold she was. Her mother held her
tightly, and looked at Giles. ôI think we should get out of here,ö she
said, not letting go of her sorrowful daughter.
Giles nodded slightly, and slowly the four friends walked out of the
lair. Before Buffy walked through the door, she looked back at the
place where Angel died, taking in his lingering scent that filled the
hollow caverns of the Hellmouth. Her heart tore into two pieces as her
mother urged her to leave. ôIÆll never forget,ö she whispered into the
air. Buffy reluctantly turned her head to face XanderÆs outstretched
hand. She grasped it tightly, and he lead her out into the night.
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