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buffyfic-digest Sunday, April 19 1998 Volume 02 : Number 140
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC:The Watcher (5/?)
BUFFYFIC: Hope (epilogue)
BUFFYFIC:The Watcher (6/8)
BUFFYFIC:The Watcher (7/8)
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Date: Sat, 18 Apr 1998 16:16:16 EDT
From: Jaclyn Amy <JaclynAmy@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC:The Watcher (5/?)
The Watcher (5/?)
by Jaclyn Amy
TITLE: The Watcher
AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com
RATING: PG/PG-13
SUMMARY: This takes place four years later while the Buffy gang is attending
Montague University near Sunnydale. AngelÆs soul has been permanently
restored, and he is 100% human. Jenny Calendar is still alive. Buffy will be
getting a new Watcher.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the
Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century
Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. No infringement intended.
FEEDBACK: Please be nice; IÆm still a newbie.
"Willow, wait!" Buffy screamed. She quickly grabbed her robe and ran after
her. //Oh, God, how could this have happened? I mean, Willow is my best
friend, so why would I say that about her? I am such an idiot!//
She found Willow downstairs, about to run out the door. "Will, donÆt please."
"Why would you say that about me? IÆm your best friend. YouÆre supposed to
have confidence in me, not insult me."
"IÆm sorry. I just had a bad dream and was worried. I was wrong and I
appoligize for that." She took a deep breath. "But thatÆs not important right
now. Willow, you know that dream I had of Drusilla killing Angel when I was
almost 17? Well, I had the exact same dream again, only you were killed also
by Drusilla. I, I think that it will come true. Drusilla being alive and
murdering you and Angel."
"Look, Buffy, what you said really hurt, and I donÆt think I can forgive you.
But whatÆs happening now is more important. IÆll try to figure out what it
means. Go back to sleep."
"But Will, you canÆt just sit there hating me. I need you to forgive me."
"What you said ruined the past five years of friendship. You shouldÆve had
more faith in me. How are either of us supposed to do our jobs when we are
angry at each other. Now, if you want to stay, stay. But IÆd rather work
alone."
Buffy appoligized once more before going back to her room.
Willow spent the remander of the evening researching Slaying dreams, bringing
vamps back to life, and just Spike and DrusillaÆs activities in general.
Almost none of GilesÆs books said much these topics, but she didnÆt give up
hope. At about 4:30 in the morning, she found a book about the ritual to bring
a vamp back to life.
"Buffy!" she cried. Buffy came running downstairs to see what was wrong.
"Will, what happened?"
"I found it!"
"Found what?"
"The ceremony to bring a vamp back to life. It states that if the vampire is
not the Master, you donÆt need the bones. You need a drop of the sireÆs blood,
part of the ashes, and the one he or she had the strongest conection with
while they were undead. This all has to take place on the anniversery of their
death."
BuffyÆs face turned a ghostly white. "Yesterday was the anniversery. Drusilla
is alive."
End Part 5
------------------------------
Date: Sat, 18 Apr 1998 15:11:03 PDT
From: "Sara Barton" <sara114@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope (epilogue)
Epilogue
ôItÆs a little late for such a little girl to be out all by herself,
donÆt you think?ö A smooth voice called out in the night.
Annoyed, Hope stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, preparing to
make a wise-ass comment to the stranger. The sudden smile that formed
on her lips marked her instant reaction to the deep blue eyes that
stared into hers. She was taken back by the manÆs good looks. The
sandy blond hair that fell just below his ears framed his handsome face.
She was particularly startled by this, not expecting such a gorgeous
creature.
Hope attempted to speak, but something stopped her. Those eyes. She
began to notice there was a familiar coldness about them, a frigid
emptiness that lacked feeling and emotion. She had seen the same look
before. HopeÆs eyes narrowed at her disappointing realization: Vampire.
ôThat depends on your definition of little,ö she answered coolly, her
attitude showing through her body language. Hope held her hands on her
hips, with her head cocked to one side and her right eyebrow raised in a
manner that resembled Cordelia.
He smiled, clearly amused at her anger. ôOh, well donÆt take offense to
what I said. It was just an observation.ö
ôWell, let me tell you what you can do with your observations,ö she
snapped defensively.
ôWoah, woah,ö he said, holding his hands up in front of him. ôCalm
down. Let me introduce myself--ö
ôIÆm sorry,ö Hope interrupted, ôBut my mom told me never to talk to
strangers, let alone vampires.ö
The cold blue eyes opened wide with surprise, but the look was instantly
replaced by a humor as a grin formed on his red lips. ôVampire?ö
ôDonÆt play games with me. I know what you are. Vampire. Creature of
the Night. One who sucks blood,ö she said, exasperately.
He laughed. ôWell, well, well. You must be that slayer IÆve been
hearing so much about. The infamous Buffy Summers.ö
Hope smiled. ôNo, you are wrong. But you will get to take home this
nice consolation prize,ö she said, fingering the stake that rested in
the sleeve of her sweater.
ôOh, and whatÆs that?ö He asked, casually running his hands through his
hair as if too distract the girl with his boyish charm.
ôThis pretty little stake!ö She squealed with mock enthusiasm as she
whipped out the stake and plunged it into the vampires heart before he
even knew what happened.
Wiping the dust from her hands, she replaced the stake in the sheath and
continued walking through the desolate graveyard. Hope hated
cemeteries, but knew that this was the place to be for vampire hunting.
She had taken over patrol for Buffy, who was still very much in mourning
over Angel.
It had been a long week for the Slayer and her slayerettes since that
fateful night. A week of tears, anger, frustration, and understanding.
BuffyÆs friends continued to comfort and support her. Her sorrow
affected all of them, even the thick-skinned Cordelia, who, in a fight
to heal her leg, threw a small party for the Slayer. Everyone gathered
in BuffyÆs living room, with food, and movies, and laughter. Their
festivities had lasted the whole night, and despite the heavy sadness
that loomed in her heart, Buffy had a good time.
Hope sighed heavily and sat down on the steps of one of the old crypts.
It had been eight days since she met Buffy and learned of her fate. It
was a trying time for the girl, with new emotions and responsibilities.
Her parents wanted her to drop out of school and focus on her destiny as
a Slayer, but she had readily refused their pleas. Hope wanted to be as
much as a teenager as she could possibly be, and school was important to
her. Not only that, she wasnÆt to happy on the idea of her being
immortal. The thought sent chills down her spine. She would forever be
a 17 year old girl...forced to watch her family and friends die, while
she lived on, knowing she would never age, never bear children.....and
never die.
In addition to those problems, something else plagued her intensely.
AngelÆs death. Giles told her countless times not to blame herself, but
the guilt remained strong. Hope felt like she failed her parents,
Buffy, and most of all Angel. She never got to give him his greatest
wish--to be human. The only comfort she had was that Angel could still
be with Buffy, watching over her like her guardian of the night.
Hope leaned back against the wall, a smile forming on her pale face.
Chuckling slightly, she recalled the night that Giles told Buffy she was
alive. The SlayerÆs shock was overwhelming, and when Hope walked into
the room, Buffy was still in denial. She had screamed, ôNo way! Either
IÆm seeing a ghost, or thatÆs a vampire! Giles!...,ö she clutched his
shoulder, staring at him with wide open eyes..., ôGet me my stake!!!ö
Despite the serious of that Saturday afternoon, two days after the
horrible night, Hope couldnÆt help but find humor in the whole thing.
When Buffy came to grips with reality, her denial did a complete
one-eighty, turning into a mixture of relief and happiness. The joyful
tears that were shed in their reunion could have filled a river, and
BuffyÆs sad spirits had been lifted, the heaviness of her heart growing
lighter. That night Hope stayed at BuffyÆs house, and they talked all
night long. Buffy was forever thankful that Hope saved her life, and
told her not to feel guilty over AngelÆs death. BuffyÆs forgiveness
meant more to Hope than she could possibly know. ôIt wasnÆt your fault
that Angel died,ö Buffy had said to her.
< Everyone has been telling me that > Hope thought sorely. Xander,
Buffy, Giles, her parents. A thousand of those exact words could be
spoken, and her feelings wouldnÆt change. No one could understand what
she was feeling. So much had changed in her life over the course of a
week. Everything that she thought life to be was a lie. Everything she
thought about herself was a lie. Hope continually thought æWhy Me?Æ and
cursed the heavens for giving her this fate. Hope felt like she was
doomed to live a life of violence. With her innocence lost, she was now
a completely different person. < I wonder what my friends back home
would think about me now? >
Resentment. < Would they resent me? Buffy does.... > Hope could see
it lying in the SlayerÆs eyes. There wasnÆt a lot of it, but it was
still there. Hope was sympathetic to her friendÆs feelings, and was
more than understanding. She knew that BuffyÆs life hadnÆt been
everything it should. She wasnÆt a normal teenager, and trying to
juggle two lives--being the slayer and being Buffy--was hard. Now she
had to deal with a new slayer on the block. First Kendra--now her.
Although Buffy was thankful to have someone she could rely on and relate
to, she still felt jealous and upset over having GilesÆ attention being
divided. Something else bothered Buffy greatly about Hope. She had the
advantage over Buffy--Buffy could die, Hope couldnÆt. But, despite
those feelings of anger and resentment, Buffy was much more happy to
have her friend back than she was angry. The Slayer pushed those bad
feelings aside, and looked at the positive issues. Another Slayer meant
less vampires, and a better change of killing off Spike and Drusilla. A
better change of seeking and obtaining revenge.
In the midst of her thoughts, Hope almost didnÆt notice the presence of
another person near her until the hair on the back of her neck stood on
end. She stood up quickly and grabbed the stake from her sheath.
ôOkay--I know someone is out there, so just go ahead and come on out
æcause I donÆt have all night.ö She waited, and the presence grew
stronger, even though no one came out. ôHello?! While IÆm still young,
please!ö
Out of no where, a figure jumped down on her from the roof of the crypt.
She toppled, rolling down the steps. ôOuch!ö She called out loudly.
ôWho ever you are, your gonna pay! That hurt you son of a bitch!ö She
scrambled to her feet and waited for the figure to attack. He just
stood there, in the shadows, concealing his identity. Annoyed for the
second time that evening, Hope gritted her teeth. ôWhat is with you?
Are you trying to be Mr. Mysterioso or something?ö
ôHa Ha. Very funny,ö SpikeÆs voice said, dripping with sarcasm.
She rolled her eyes. ôOh, itÆs you.ö
ôThatÆs not the way to greet someone,ö he said, leaning against a tree.
ôLike I care,ö she snapped, holding up her stake. ôWhat do you want?ö
ôDonÆt worry, IÆm not here to hurt you,ö he said, grinning. ôI want to
know what is the deal with you. What the bloody hell are you?ö His
much too casual tone and manner made Hope uncomfortable.
ôWhat do you mean by that? IÆm a normal human being,ö she replied,
taking a deep breath.
ôNo normal human can fight like you can. I see it this way: You canÆt
be a Slayer, because there is already two of them. You canÆt be a
vampire because you wear that cross without pain. So _what_ are you?ö
The vampire stepped out from the shadows and stood beneath the pallid
moonlight. To Hope, his chiseled features and British accent screamed
æsexyÆ. She tried to push that thought from her mind, but his good
looks were hard to ignore. ôMaybe IÆm just special,ö she crooned,
leaning against a large tombstone.
Spike laughed loudly, his dark eyes gleaming. Sauntering up to Hope, he
stood so close she could smell his cologne and feel his non-existent
breath upon her face. ôMaybe you are special,ö he whispered, running a
hand along her arm. Grabbing her fiercely, he kissed her roughly on the
mouth.
Lost in the embrace, Hope almost didnÆt notice his lips moving to her
neck. Feeling his mouth brush against her throat, she broke out of the
trance and instantly shot her leg up, kicking him hard in the groin.
The vampire groaned loudly, keeling over in pain.
ôNice try, dead boy,ö she laughed, grabbing his hair. Slamming his head
against her knee, she brought her stake up and plunged it in his heart.
She stepped backward, waiting for his body to burst into ashes.
Instead, she saw blood coming from his chest and realized she missed his
heart and stabbed his lung. ôAh, shit,ö she said loudly, watching Spike
wither in pain. He yanked the stake out of his body and glared at her,
fuming. ôI canÆt believe I missed.
I mean, IÆve been practicing my aim for the last week. Ugh.ö
ôYou bitch,ö he growled, clutching his chest. ôThis isnÆt over.ö
Hope shrugged, and watched the vampire struggle to walk away. ôThatÆll
leave a mark,ö she grinned.
When Spike was out of sight, Hope returned to her thoughts while slowing
strolling through the cemetery. < What a jerk > she thought. < He
thought his good lucks would allow him to distract me. Ugh! See if I
ever let _that_ happen again!..... > Hope shook her head, silently
scolding herself. < But wait? What am I worried about? He canÆt kill
me! But can he turn me into a vampire even though I am already
immortal? Hmmm...IÆll have to add to my list of things to ask
Giles..... >
< Spike is incredibly sexy. I wonder what he is like in bed?...> Hope
practically slapped herself. < AKK! Bad thought! He is the enemy! A
vampire!.......but a good looking vampire. I mean, IÆm gonna live
forever, why not get my kicks now?.... > A wide grin formed on her
lips. < But what would Buffy do if she ever found out? > Her grin
turned into a frown. < Why should I be worried about what she thinks?
SheÆs in love with a vampire!--But he was a good vampire. Spike is a
bad vampire... > She sighed, plopping down on a bench. < Oh well.
Like it will ever happen. >
Hope craned her neck upward and stared at the bright stars that hung in
the sky. Her thoughts drifted to CaploeÆs Hill, the place where she
would always go to think in San Diego. < I need to find a place like
that here > she thought, and remembered her conversation with Xander on
her first day at SHS. He told her about an lookout point where could
see all the city lights at night. Immediately, she stood up and began
to swiftly walk there. < Where did he say it was? On Old Creek Road,
ten minutes from the school? >
A half an hour later, Hope reached a large, grassy hill. ôThis must be
it,ö she said aloud, and began hiking through the grass. ItÆs steepness
was immensely tiring, but she trekked up it until she reached the top.
Hope pushed away the trees and bushes, until she came to a big clearing
at the edge of the cliff.
Hope gasped at the beautiful sight she had found. The lights of
Sunnydale illuminated the clear night sky, and the stars were even more
radiant at this high elevation. Slowly sitting down, she leaned against
an old tree trunk and watched over the city, as if she were itÆs
guardian of the night. Awed by the magnificent sight, Hope almost
forgot all her troubles. ôItÆs amazing that, underneath all of this,
lies the mouth of Hell. Under the beauty is a beast,ö she murmured.
< And that beast has fucked up my life >
She sighed heavily, pulled her knees up to her chest. A light wind blew
about her, slightly chilling her.
< I wish Xander could be up here with me.... > She thought. Her heart
had been broken over seeing him with Cordelia. < Well, if heÆs happy
with her, then I guess IÆm happy for him. There are other fish in the
sea. All I have to do is find myself vampire with a soul and IÆm all
set. > Her thoughts drifted to Spike.
< I wonder if....No. No way. Spike with a soul? >
Hope couldnÆt help but laugh at her thought. < Spike with a soul.
Could it work? I mean, could I possible give him a soul? WouldnÆt that
be a site. >
Getting the feeling she wasnÆt alone, Hope looked up to see Buffy
standing behind her. ôHey,ö she said softly.
ôOh, hi. How long have you been standing there?ö Hope asked,
surprised.
ôNot long,ö she replied, sitting down next to Hope. ôI see youÆve found
the lookout.ö
Hope nodded. ôYeah...I needed a place to think. Xander told me about
it.ö
Buffy smiled. ôWell, this is definitely a good place to come and be
alone. Do you want me to leave?ö
ôOh, no. Of course not,ö Hope assured her. ôHow are you?ö
Buffy felt the tears come to her eyes. ôIt hurts.ö
Hope put a comforting arm around her friend. ôI know.ö
ôI miss him so much,ö she cried softly, letting the tears fall freely
down her face. ôI hope he doesnÆt forget me.ö
HopeÆs mind flashed to the cat sitting on BuffyÆs bed, purring his heart
out. She was the only one who knew that was Angel. ôOf course he wonÆt
forget you. How could he? He loved you more than life itself.ö
ôWhy did he have to die?ö Buffy whispered, wiping the tears from her
eyes.
ôI donÆt know,ö Hope lied. < The reason he died was because the demon
was keeping his body alive, and when the demon left, his soul wasnÆt
strong enough to keep him alive > ôBut I do know that where ever you
are, he will be in your heart with you.ö
ôWhen did you become so wise,ö Buffy slightly joked.
ôItÆs just the whole immortality thing,ö Hope giggled.
ôI am so glad you didnÆt die. I couldnÆt bear losing you both,ö Buffy
spoke, sniffling.
ôHow could I die when I had so much more slaying to do with you?ö Hope
said with a smile.
ôYeah, slaying isnÆt an easy job. Are you sure your up to entering the
business?ö
ôMore than ready,ö she replied.
ôWell, then IÆm glad to have you on the team,ö Buffy said.
ôWell IÆll only join on one condition,ö Hope said, grinning.
Buffy raised an eyebrow. ôWhat would that be?ö
ôThat we kill them. We kill them all,ö Hope said.
Buffy sat straight up and stared at her with a more than shocked
expression. ôThat is the exact same thing that----ö
ô--that Angel said to you when you first met,ö Hope said, finishing her
sentence.
ôBut how did you know that?ö Buffy asked, not believing what she just
heard.
ôI just know,ö Hope whispered. ôI donÆt know how I know.....I just do.ö
Buffy didnÆt know what to say. ôYou know, this world never ceases to
amaze me.ö
ôI couldnÆt have said that better myself,ö she replied, taking her words
to heart.
A thick silence filled the air, speaking more than a thousand words.
The two friends stared out into the wide open sky, watching the stars
twinkle over the city lights. In all her life, Buffy had never met a
person she related with until Hope entered her life. Their connection
to each other was stronger than ever thought possible. With their
soulÆs intertwined, a friendship was formed. One that would withstand
even the harshest enemies that threatened to tear it apart. An
unbreakable bond lasting forever.
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Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 08:53:42 EDT
From: Jaclyn Amy <JaclynAmy@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC:The Watcher (6/8)
The Watcher (6/8)
by Jaclyn Amy
TITLE: The Watcher
AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com
RATING: PG/PG-13
SUMMARY: This takes place four years later while the Buffy gang is attending
Montague University near Sunnydale. AngelÆs soul has been permanently
restored, and he is 100% human. Jenny Calendar is still alive. Buffy will be
getting a new Watcher.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the
Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century
Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. No infringement intended.
FEEDBACK: Please be nice; IÆm still a newbie.
- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
- ------------------------------
Buffy ran upstair to wake Angel. "Angel! Angel!" she cried out.
He ran out of the room in a state of bewilderment. "Buffy, whatÆs wrong?"
"Drusilla, sheÆs, sheÆs-"
"What is she? Whatever it is we can handle it."
"SheÆs alive."
A dead silence filled the hall. Even Xander, Oz, and Cordelia who had
appeared in the doorways were shocked.
"Buffy, are you sure?" Cordelia asked.
She nodded her head meekly. "What are we going to do, Angel? The last fight I
had with Dru, she nearly killed me. If you werenÆt thereà"
"DonÆt worry. ItÆs not a big deal. WeÆll handle it; we always do, right?" He
held her in his arms.
"IÆve got to go. IÆve got to kill her."
"You canÆt just go there alone," Cordelia said.
"SheÆs right," added Xander. "IÆll go with you."
"No, you wonÆt. IÆm going alone. More deaths is the last thing I need. I want
all of you to stay here. Angel, if IÆm not back by sundown, come after me
alone."
"You canÆt do this," Angel spoke again. "I wonÆt let you."
She placed a kiss on his lips and ran into her room, locking the door behind
her.
***
As she arrived at the warehouse, she was met by Spike and some of his men.
"Well, well, well, if it isnÆt the little Slayer. I æavenÆt seen you in
Sunnydale in years."
"IÆm going to kill her, Spike. Her and you."
"ThatÆll be the day."
"You donÆt think I could?" She kicked him in the face. Two of the others
jumped on her, but she got them off. Spike took a piece of metal from the side
of the wall and hit her in the head. She was in a daze whenthe rest of the
vamps grabbed her and dragged her off into the warehouse. As she got in
everything went cold.
***
"Spike?" Drusilla asked wearily. "Spike, come æere." Her beautiful body lay
on her bed. Dressed in a long red gown and having her gorgeous black hair
curled, she waited for her reincarnation party.
"IÆm right here, love. What is it?"
"WhereÆs my Angel?"
"That bloody Slayer returned his soul to him. HeÆs back to being the Buffy-
whipped Angelus now." //Which is not half bad// he added silently. "Are you
feeling any better?"
"IÆm ready for my party, Spike. I need my party."
"ItÆll come all in good time." He kissed her seducing lips. "ItÆs been ages.
I have a little present for you."
She stepped out of bed and, with her full strength, went into the main room.
There, BuffyÆs arms and legs were chained up to the wall. She walked over to
her and shoved her neck into position. "ThisÆll be a tasty treat."
End Part 6
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 09:17:05 EDT
From: Jaclyn Amy <JaclynAmy@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC:The Watcher (7/8)
The Watcher (7/8)
by Jaclyn Amy
TITLE: The Watcher
AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com
RATING: PG/PG-13
SUMMARY: This takes place four years later while the Buffy gang is attending
Montague University near Sunnydale. AngelÆs soul has been permanently
restored, and he is 100% human. Jenny Calendar is still alive. Buffy will be
getting a new Watcher.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the
Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century
Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. No infringement intended.
FEEDBACK: Please be nice; IÆm still a newbie.
- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
- ------------------------------
DrusillaÆs games face appeared as she pierced Buffy neck. She drank slowly
and calmly. Suddenly though, she was knocked over.
"Willow!" Buffy cried. "Get out of here!"
"I donÆt think so." She kicked Drusilla in the face and threw her against the
wall. Spike came up behind and grabbed her, so she smacked her head against
his. Drusilla, in the mean time, had stayed against the wall. Willow grabbed
her stake and shoved it into her heart.
Spike, in a mad rage, got up and ran towards Buffy. He sunk his fangs deep
into her neck where Dru left off. Slowly, the life drained out of BuffyÆs
face. Willow hobbled over to her as fast as she could. She kicked Spike in the
face and sent him flying into a wall. Willow pulled another stake out of her
jacket and stuck it into Spike.
Quickly, she ran over to Buffy. She was unconscious hanging from the wall.
Willow gently set her free and layed her upon the ground. She dragged Buffy
out into the street and called for help.
Soon an ambulence was there. "SheÆll live," the paramedics said. "She is going
to live."
End Part 7
------------------------------
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