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buffyfic-digest Tuesday, April 7 1998 Volume 02 : Number 108
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!!
BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!!
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Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 15:43:58 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!!
A: Sara B.
T: Hope
D: I don't own 'em!
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.
EL FIN
FEEDBACK FEEDBACK!!! PLEASE!?!?!?!!!
______________________________________________________
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Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 15:43:19 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!!
A: Sara B.
T: Hope
D: I don't own 'em!
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.
EL FIN
FEEDBACK FEEDBACK!!! PLEASE!?!?!?!!!
______________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
- -
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