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Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #109
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buffyfic-digest Tuesday, April 7 1998 Volume 02 : Number 109
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Hope 2 of 43/45
BUFFYFIC: s*bscribing
BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Life's A Bitch
BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Hurting *POEM*
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Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 15:36:27 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope 2 of 43/45
A: Sara B.
T: Hope
D: I don't own 'em!
2/43/45
Giles knocked on the large, mahogany door of the Callahan home and
nervously waited for an answer. He shifted his feet and felt his throat
tighten up. His heat raced and a burning sensation churned in his
stomach as the door opened. The woman smiled at him invitingly as a man
came to stand beside her.
ôHello, Giles,ö she said.
He looked at her with an expression of the utmost shock. Dumbfounded,
he barely managed to find the words to speak. ôHow...how on earth do
you know who I am?ö
ôYou are the SlayerÆs Watcher. WeÆve been waiting for you,ö she said.
ôWonÆt you come in?ö She asked, gesturing for him to enter.
He nodded slightly, and stepped into their home. ôI....I...ö he
stammered.
ôYou came to tell us of HopeÆs death. We know,ö the woman said. His
shock grew intensely as he stared into the calm faces of HopeÆs parents.
ôOh! How rude of me. I didnÆt introduce myself. IÆm Gayle Callahan
and this is my husband Frank,ö she said, holding out her hand. He
shook it timidly, not understanding what was going on.
ôDo sit down,ö Frank said, leading Giles into the large, spacious living
room. The plush, pink carpet fit the decor of the cream colored tab
curtains and flowered wallpaper. A large stone fireplace stood grandly,
and two sofaÆs--that matched the curtains--stood facing each other with
an oak coffee table resting between them.
Giles reluctantly sank down onto the comfortable sofa, and noticed
familiar books which lined the table. æVampyrÆ, æThe OccultÆ, Demons in
MythologyÆ, The Slayer Handbook. < What?! > He took a double take and
sure enough, a copy of the handbook rested on an old book of some sort.
Leaning in for a closer look, he realized it was a WatcherÆs diary.
Frank interrupted his thoughts. ôWe have a lot to talk about,ö he said,
watching GilesÆ expression with a slight amusement.
Giles nodded earnestly. ôYes, we certainly do.ö
*****
ôHey Cordy,ö Xander said, entering her hospital room.
She looked into his handsome face. ôHey,ö she said weakly.
ôHow do you feel?ö He asked, concerned.
ôFine, except for the fact that I was in a car accident and had a stake
rammed into my thigh,ö she said sarcastically. Xander flashed a hurt
expression. She softened immediately. ôIÆm sorry, Xander.ö
He smiled. ôItÆs okay.ö
ôSo how did it go last night?ö She asked, holding her breath with
nervousness. XanderÆs look of tragic grief made her heart race.
ôWha...What happened?ö
He took in a deep breath, pushing the shakiness out of his voice.
ôWell...uh...ö he gulped, ôHope and Angel died.ö
Cordelia choked back a sob, holding in her anguish. ôOh no,ö she
whispered, the tears falling freely from her eyes.
Xander couldnÆt help but cry. ôAngel killed Buffy then---ö
ôWhat?! Oh God!ö Cordelia cried out, sobbing. Xander moved like
lightening to her side and held her, trying to offer comfort.
ôSshhhhhh,ö he crooned, stroking her hair softly. ôLet me finish.
Buffy died, then Hope was in the middle of killing Angel when she ended
up saving him. She died for that bastard,ö Xander growled, gritting his
teeth, shoving his anger aside. ôHope then somehow gave Buffy life
again. It was the most amazing thing.ö
Cordelia trembled. ôIs Buffy okay?ö She asked, grabbing a tissue.
Xander nodded. ôYeah, she is okay.ö
ôIs everyone else okay?ö She sniffled.
ôYeah, we are all okay,ö he said, holding her tightly. Cordelia looked
at him, taking in the his scent, his voice, the feel of his arms around
her. She smiled lovingly, and he leaned in and kissed her gently on the
lips.
ôI love you, Xander,ö She whispered, then opened her eyes wide realizing
what she said. ôOh! I..mean...I....ö She blushed at her very
un-Cordelia like words. < Did I just say what I think I said? >
ôI love you, too,ö he whispered back, and her expression softened. She
smiled again with relief, and leaned her head against his chest. < My
Xander > she thought, and relaxed, letting him comfort her. Soon, they
drifted off into a slumber.
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Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 16:45:27 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: s*bscribing
How can I s*bscribe to the Bbeta and Willowfic lists?
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Date: Tue, 7 Apr 1998 20:01:02 EDT
From: G90210 <G90210@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Life's A Bitch
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was just a thought I had one day. Because Buffy has to
deal with stuff, most people don't think exist(right they don't, come on now
for my own mentalness, they don't!) What about when she has to face real
stuff, like real diseases, like AIDS. I don't know why I thought of this, but
oh well I did.
TITLE: Life's A Bitch
AUTHOR: mInDy (G90210@aol.com or LoveAVamp@aol.com)
SUMMARY: I don't know how to write one to this, so read.......it's about Buffy
and Angel for those of you who it matters too.
SPOILERS: None at the moment.
TIME LINE: After S/I
IMPORTANT: Angel IS good in my story, he does has soul, and the curse can't be
broken this time.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!!
WARNING: Major character dies. Look at the title and the language will be
explained.
Life's A Bitch
by: mInDy
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy sat in her room. *It's so quiet in here this late.* Buffy thought, but
that thought left when she heard someone jump up on her roof. *What the----*
She saw Angel starring at her. Part of her felt fear run through her, cause
it wasn't so long ago, he was her enemy and wanted her dead. The other part,
didn't know how to feel right now. She loved him, true. She trusted him,
false/true. She wasn't sure yet, and she wasn't sure if she ever would be.
"Hey," Angel said, after starring at her, wishing he knew what she was
thinking.
"Hey," Buffy said.
Nobody said anything else or moved, their words just hung in the air. Both
scared to death of each other, but both madly in love.
Buffy broke the silence, "Angel aren't you gonna......"
"I can't remember the little....umm..." He said a little nervous, wondering
how he was gonna do this.
"Oh yeah that." Buffy said looking down, she was just as nervous, the last
time they were alone, when he was good, was that wonderful night. "Angel,
come...."
"Buffy, DON'T, it's to dangerous for you to do that." He said almost
screaming at her for trying to invite her in.
"Oh ok, Angel, so were gonna.....Come In, Come In, Come In..Oooppps I said
it, sorry, guess you're gonna half to COME IN." Buffy said to him, and smiled,
trying to break the tension that was building in between them.
Angel just rolled his eyes at her. He loved her, and he prayed to God that
one day they could be together like before.
When Angel got in side, he sat at the end of Buffy's bed. He kept looking at
her. *Man if I wasn't a vampire, my palms would be sweating very bad right
now.*
*I guess since he ain't gonna make the first move, I will.* Buffy leaned
over to him, and kissed him, hard. Angel responded, immeadately. He wanted
nothing more than this.
When they fell on the back on the bed Angel spoke up, "Buffy, what about your
Mom?"
"She's off at some art thing. God, Angel, I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too." It seemed like all the tension that was between
them, left without a trace.
That night was just like before, but better, in some. The whole damn world
could have gone to hell, and they wouldn't have cared, they were where they
wanted to be, in each other's embrace.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC...........
Feedback, I live on it, you wouldn't want me dying now would you? =o)
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Date: Tue, 7 Apr 1998 20:24:39 EDT
From: G90210 <G90210@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Hurting *POEM*
This is a poem I wrote back when Angel was good.
Hurting
by: mInDy (G90210@aol.com or LoveAVamp@aol.com)
You're always there,
In the dark,
Hidden from my sight.
But I know you're there,
I can sense you there,
Just a little out of my reach,
Making sure I don't get hurt.
But don't you see?
Everyday that goes by,
And I don't see you,
Hurts more.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
FEEDBACK PPPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE
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