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Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #149
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buffyfic-digest Sunday, April 26 1998 Volume 02 : Number 149
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 5)
BUFFYFIC: "The Cure" (11/14)
BUFFYFIC: "Questioning" (poem)
BUFFYFIC: On A Tombstone
BUFFYFIC: The Dawn
BUFFYFIC: To Long
BUFFYFIC: Too Long
BUFFYFIC: "Hi, my name is Leslie" (1/1)
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Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 12:02:52 -0400
From: uzenet@videotron.ca
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 5)
Title: Broken Bonds (Part 5)
Author: Northlight
e-mail: uzenet@videotron.ca
Note: Thanks to those who helped.
Summary: Giles dissapears and bad things start to happen.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
"Rupert?!" The Watcher's name was emitted as a startled gasp, and the
man who had spoken fell back a step in surprise.
"Simon," Giles nodded towards the unmoving man at the door. Seeing
that Simon was not about to move from his stunned spot just inside the
door, Giles sighed. "May I come in, Simon?"
Simon blinked, as if trying to rid himself of an unwelcome sight.
Seeing that Giles was indeed standing on his front door step and wasn't
about to move, Simon pulled the door open. He gestured for Giles to
enter, a pained expression on his broad face. "Of course, come in."
The two men remained silent as Simon led Giles into the bright, airy
kitchen at the back of the house. Simon glanced out the window
nervously as Giles seated himself, and quickly drew the curtains shut.
"Why are you here, Rupert?" Simon demanded as he turned to face the
Watcher.
Giles massaged his temples, trying to ease the pounding headache that
threatened to erupt at any moment. "I need your help," he stated
simply.
Simon winced. "Rupert, you know I'd help you if I could, but it just
isn't possible," his voice pleading for understanding.
'I hate to do this to him' Giles thought guiltily, 'but I have no other
choice. I can't spend any more days as I did today. If my days are
merely spent trying to avoid detection, I may as well have let them take
me last night'.
"You know that I wouldn't have come here if I didn't have good reason,
Simon."
The man shook his head determinedly, "I can't! I won't!" his
frightened brown eyes rested on Giles. "I'm not a part of any of this
any more, Rupert. I left home to avoid any more conflicts! I have a
wife now, and a baby daughter. I'm not going to risk their lives by
helping you!"
'He always knew that this would happen... if only we had listened.'
"They are as good as dead if you don't help me, you know that." Giles
didn't like using the man's family against him, but he was desperate for
any help that Simon could offer.
"Damn you, Rupert," Simon cursed softly as he dropped down into a chair
across from him. His eyes closed tightly as he struggled for
composure. When they opened again, his face was resigned.
"You'll help?"
"I'll help," Simon responded unhappily. "What do you need from me?"
Giles quickly ran over the list in his mind. "I need some money since
I can't risk withdrawing any myself. I also need some less conspicuous
clothing, it is unfortunate that tweed isn't what I would call common
here."
Simon nodded as Giles fell silent. "There's something else, isn't
there?"
Giles nodded and Simon sighed. "I'd like you to get in touch with your
contacts and see what help they can offer. Or if they can at least
offer any further information."
"I'll do what I can, but I can't promise anything. Once news of this
gets out, not many people will be sticking around," Simon answered
solemnly. He didn't want to do this, but now that Giles had drawn him
into it, Simon silently vowed that he would do his best. Simon
hesitated a moment before giving into the need to know why Giles was
doing this, "Rupert, why? Why are you doing this? Of all the people to
be going up against this power, I wouldn't have guessed that it would be
you."
Giles didn't hesitate in his answer. "Because I will not allow anyone
to threaten my Slayer."
End Part 5
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 11:34:04
From: Sarah Douglas <sdouglas@camfordinfo.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "The Cure" (11/14)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy or any of the other wonderful characters in
the Buffyverse. I am using them without the permission of the people who
do own them who are not going to sue me because I am not making any money
off this. Joss Whedon, WB, Mutant Enemy, Kusui and Sandollar own the Buffy
characters.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask.
RATING: Probably PG
FEEDBACK: I would love to know what you all think of this. Please send me
feedback. Pretty please. <sdouglas@camfordinfo.com>
SUMMARY: Okay, well this takes place while Ms. Calendar is still alive,
but Angel is evil, so probably Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered. It's
another "Angel gets his soul back" story which I wrote to convince myself
that Angel could be good again. It's kind of long and I'm sorry about that
you all.
AUTHOR'S MESSAGE: We're getting very near the end now folks. Just a few
more parts which I promise to send soon. Okay, enough with the chatter.
On with the show
The Cure (11/14)
"Wake up Janna," the elderwoman said, shaking her out of bed. Jenny rubbed
her eyes and got out of bed. Jenny rubbed her eyes and got out of bed.
"Get dressed quickly Janna. We must hurry," the elderwoman informed her
and left the room.
Jenny pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She stuffed the things she
had brought into her bag. She did a quick double check and headed out.
"Oh hi Janna. Ready to go?" Alice asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Janna replied. The elderwoman joined them.
Jenny glanced at her watch. "Wow, it's only six a.m. I'll be in time to
teach my classes. Why don't I drop you two off at my place, I'll teach my
classes and I'll let Giles know about re-cursing Angel?"
"That is probably good Janna. You must know something about this curse
first. As a result of the first curse, Angel will, for a time, experience
brief times of incredible pain. Our curse will only work if he is still
experiencing those pains."
"Well, I'll ask Giles about it. Let's just get going," Jenny said feeling
a little impatient. The elderwoman consented and the three of them got in
Jenny's car. Jenny felt relieved when she turned the key and started driving.
<<Here we go.>>
***************
Buffy awoke to the sound of an alarm clock buzzing.
"Arrrggghhh," Buffy moaned, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Good morning Buffy," Willow said cheerfully. Buffy dragged herself out of
her makeshift bed.
"I'm going to take a shower," Buffy said. Willow headed down to the
kitchen. She entered the kitchen and saw Oz sitting at the kitchen table.
"Morning Willow," Oz said. Willow sat next to him and he kissed her on the
nose.
"What was that for?" Willow asked.
"Just for being Willow," Oz replied, putting his arm around her.
Thirty minutes later everyone was piled into Giles' car, driving to school.
They pulled into Giles' parking spot and headed for the library.
Buffy opened the door to the library and everyone followed her. Everyone
dropped their stuff and sat in their usual spots.
"Giles, what's up with Angel? The pain thing?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I did research it last night. Unfortunately, it proved fruitless,"
Giles replied.
"Giles, you've got to stop using so many words. You could have just said
you didn't find anything?" Xander asked.
"Yes, well, I suggest we continue researching before class," Giles
suggested. Everyone picked up a book and started reading.
***************
Jenny had a song in her heart as she pulled into her parking space. She
grabbed her bag and headed straight for the library. She hesitated briefly
at the library door. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Five
people turned to face her. They all immediately looked back down at their
books.
"Umm. . . hi everyone. Hi Rupert," Jenny said.
"Hello Jenny," Rupert returned.
"I need to talk to you," Jenny said simply.
"Umm. . .alright, would you excuse us everyone?" Giles asked.
"That's not necessary. You all need to hear this. I have good news. You
all know at this point that I'm Romani, well, I went to see the elderwoman
of my tribe two days ago and well.. .We found Angel's cure," Jenny said,
slightly nervous but finally blurting it all out.
The bell rang.
"You what! You found! . . .you WHAT!?!" buffy exclaimed.
"I felt awful about Angel turning evil. I wanted to make it up to you,"
Jenny tried to explain. Buffy rushed forwards and threw her arms around
Jenny.
"I don't know what to say," Buffy said. "Thank you. Thank you from the
bottom of my heart."
"We really got to get to class now, but that's great Ms. Calender. Thank
you," Willow said. Xander, Oz, Willow and Buffy left for class. Jenny and
Giles were left alone.
"Ummm. . .I've got a class to teach," Jenny said.
"Yes, yes of course. But before you go, thank you."
"Umm, there's some things I need to talk to you about. I'll stop by
later," Jenny said.
"Yes, fine. See you then.
***************
Buffy spent the morning in a daze. <<My Angel. The real Angel. That's so
great. Wow.>> Happy-type thoughts about being with Angel again. Then her
mind drifted to other things. <<What does the curse involve? What if it
doesn't work? Will another moment of happiness destroy it? Will anything
ever be the same again?>> Her mind went from good thoughts about Angel to
worries about the curse.
<<Even if it only lasts for a minute, it's worth it. To be with him,
anything for Angel.>>
***************
Willow was getting excited. She was so excited that she missed one of the
questions the teacher asked. Buffy would have gotten worried, except she
was off in a world of her own. <<This is so great for buffy>> she kept
thinking. Willow, studious, ex-nerd Willow was counting down the minutes
until lunch.
***************
Buffy and Willow practically sprinted to the library when the bell rang for
lunch.
"Hi Giles, is Ms. Calendar here?" Buffy demanded.
"Hello Buffy. No Ms. Calendar hasn't arrived yet, but she should be here
shortly."
"Or maybe now," Jenny said, entering.
"Ms. Calendar, I want to ask you some things about this curse. Is it
permanent? Is there some risk? What do we need to do it? Will another
moment of happiness bring back Angelus?" buffy fired off question after
question.
"The elderwoman is really who you should ask these questions but I think
the curse is permanent. First, though, Rupert do you know if Angel has
been experiencing pain? The kind that would make him fall to the ground?"
"How did you know?" Buffy asked. "Yesterday, we were fighting and that
exact thing happened."
"It did?" Jenny sighed, feeling relieved.
"Jenny, you mentioned this elderwoman? She is the central figure of the
tribe right? Is she here?" Giles asked.
"Yeah, she's at my place, with Alice. Can I call them?"
"Yes, yes, certainly." Jenny quickly punched in her number.
"Hi Alice, it's Jenny. Can I talk to the elderwoman? Okay, great. . . Hi
grandmother, how are the preparations going? . . .Oh dear. Do you need
more help?" Buffy Willow and Oz volunteered to help. Giles volunteered
his help as well.
"Grandmother, I'll come pick you up, we have 4 volunteers to help, plus me.
I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye." Jenny hung up the phone.
"I'll be back soon. Rupert, you think of a good excuse to get them out of
class. Bye," Jenny called over her shoulder.
****************
Jenny led Alice and the elderwoman around to the back door of the library.
Jenny knocked on the door and Buffy pounced on the door.
"Hi, you must be the elderwoman. I'm Buffy, good to meet you. Let's get
going," Buffy said.
"Hello, I'm Giles. . .uh, Rupert Giles. Come in, come in. Oh, I thought
we could say the library club is required for cataloguing books and we need
your expert advice. I told their teachers and Xander and Cordelia have
volunteered to help as well."
"Great! Let's not waste any more time with chit chat, let's get going!"
Buffy exclaimed.
"She is right. We will start now," the elderwoman decreed.
***************
Spike was sitting in his chair at the table, thinking. <<Dru's off doing
something with Angel. Typical,>> Spike thought. He tried to pretend that
he didn't care, that Dru's never being around didn't bother him or that the
fact that she was always with Angel didn't matter to him. <<Who am I
kidding?" Spike thought. <<Well, for once the Slayer and I have something n
common,>> Spike thought, smiling to himself at the irony. <<But if I know
her, she's already got four different plans whirling around in her head,
she might even have a curse already. I on the other hand, am sitting in
this chair feeling sorry for myself.>> the realization hit Spike. <<I'm
giving up on getting Dru back without a fight. But what can I do?>> Spike
wondered. He ran the problem over and over in his mind. Suddenly, he
figured it out.
<<Well, I'll be damned.>>
End part 11
Don't forget to send feedback to sdouglas@camfordinfo.com
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 15:49:19 EDT
From: KylenRevik <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Questioning" (poem)
Disclaimer: Spike ain't mind. (I flippin' WISH! ::drools::)
Notes: From Spike's POV, about Dru, after Angel turns evil agian.
Distribution: Not w/out my permission, please.
Comments: YESYESYES, please, I've never posted a poem from a character's POV
anywhere before, and I'd like to know if it's any good. Send all comments
here, to KylenRevik@aol.com. Thankee. :)
R
~
"Questioning"
All the years I thought I loved her
All the times I so willingly let her guide me
but now I'm questioning.
My choices, were they wise ones?
My time, was it well spent?
Or have I been living a lie without remorse?
and now will she leave me if she learns?
I ask myself, now that I see her with him
What did I have in mind?
Was it to be some sort of
perfect romance that lasted forever?
or did I somehow expect these emotions to wither
and should I be thankful it's lasted
this long.
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 16:16:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: sarah <segordy@acsu.buffalo.edu>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: On A Tombstone
This is my first submission of poetry anywhere, but my editor and friend
Rachel told me that it was indeed good enough, so if any of you disagree,
feel free to tell me but, please, don't emotionally scar me in the
process. So anyway, I have three pieces, and I'll disclaim them all at
once here. I don't own the characters. I do own the poetry that follows
however. And at the end of each poem, for the obscurely inept, I will
tell you what was actually going on, cause even Rachel was having problems
on one of them. :)
Archive: Yea, but tell me if it's other than the digest Archive
Subject: On A Tombstone
On A Tombstone
By Sarah Liz Gordy
As I sit here in the darkness
And dream amongst the light
I see your face before me
And I lose all perspective
The stone has become so cold
Your eyes shift before me
I don't know if it is you
It seems, but
Are you trapped
Are you watching
Are you waiting
Do you know what it is that he does
Do you die inside every time
Now I know
You were not there
He was alone
Vindictive
That he was stored away
For so very long
The words were different
The voice the same
Your love was not in it
His touch was brutal
The texture so close
Your caress was not with him
The body familiar
The soul absent
Forgive me for what I do
It's not you
I know
Still
A part of me has died
That was alive before
Author's Note:
K. This is from Buffy's POV. Thinking about Angelus, how she just killed
him, blah, blah, blah, the rest I think you've gotten. And, yes! I'd
love to hear your impressions on this poem. Thank you for asking :)
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
x x X-Phile, x
x sarah x FoLC, x
x x and adamant believer in Angel's humanity x
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x(it's just taken a leave of absence) x x x x x
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 16:23:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: sarah <segordy@acsu.buffalo.edu>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Dawn
Here is the second poem, disclaimers in the first.
Archive: Anywhere, but tell me if it's not the Digest Archive
Author's Note: See end.
The Dawn
By Sarah Liz Gordy
Such damage he has inflicted
The extent I do not know
He has hurt
He has killed
He has twisted beautiful things
Into loathsome terrors
He did his job well
If ever he wanted to punish me
He has
He made it impossible for me to
Return to the life I knew
The love I knew
He is gone now
Perhaps forever
I do not know
I will not give him another chance
Ever
But how can I leave?
She is stronger now I suppose
But more fragile as well
I can see it in her eyes
There is no light
Except when she first sees me
Then there is fear
Every time
I would suffer a thousand deaths
And live forever in my internal hell
Of remorse and grief
To erase that pain I see in her eyes
In their eyes
If only for one time
Indeed
I will spend the rest of my cursed days
Atoning
But what will that serve me now
Nothing
He has done these things
In my name
Now he is gone
Yet I still remain
Perhaps after two hundred years
The pain will ease
Perhaps if I kill them all
No more pain for innocents
No more thirst for monsters
No more
Then how easy it will be
To wait by her graveside
And watch the sun rise
Author's Note: This one was from Angel's POV, good now, but a complete
outcast because of the actions of Angelus... and the rest is self
explainatory.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
x x X-Phile, x
x sarah x FoLC, x
x x and adamant believer in Angel's humanity x
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x(it's just taken a leave of absence) x x x x x
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 16:30:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: sarah <segordy@acsu.buffalo.edu>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: To Long
This is the third poem, see first for disclaimers.
Archive: Anywhere your heart desires, but do inform me, I like to know
where my children are playing, unless of course, it is the Digest Archive,
cause they are there alot...
Author's Note: see end.
To Long
By Sarah Liz Gordy
It's been a long time, Sir
I'm sorry I've not spoken sooner
Perhaps if I had
I wouldn't be here
Saying these words
Now
I won't think of that now
Now I think of him
I just wanted a moment
Just you and I, Sir
Because I think we are the only ones left
Who harbor anything for him
Other than hate
At least I hope so
Everyone says that you curse them
It's understandable really
After all they are horribly evil
And have no soul
I don't particularly like them
Any more than you do
But if ever one soul were penitent
Sir, please, he didn't want it this way
He didn't choose this
All those things he did
I don't believe that it was him
It was the demon
Why am I telling you these things
You know them better than I do
I suppose I needed to talk to someone
To rationalize it to someone
And you're the only one willing
To listen
Author's Note: Rachel thought Buffy was talking to the Gypsies. Guess
again. She is kneeling over Angel's ashes stake in hand, praying to God
for his soul.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
x x X-Phile, x
x sarah x FoLC, x
x x and adamant believer in Angel's humanity x
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x(it's just taken a leave of absence) x x x x x
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 18:45:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: sarah <segordy@acsu.buffalo.edu>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Too Long
oops. Title should read, Too Long, instead of To Long. Paint me purple
and call me dumb. Sorry about the error.
Sarah Liz (a very contrite one at that)
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
x x X-Phile, x
x sarah x FoLC, x
x x and adamant believer in Angel's humanity x
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x(it's just taken a leave of absence) x x x x x
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 21:38:07 PDT
From: "Leslie S." <leslie_s_@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Hi, my name is Leslie" (1/1)
TITLE: Hi, My Name is Leslie
AUTHOR: Leslie S.
EMAIL: leslie_s_@hotmail.com
DISTRIBUTION: Just Twist My Arm!!!
FEEDBACK: Let me know I am not alone! Please!!!!
RATING: Talk of Addiction, the kind that gives you a happy!
SPOILER: None
DISCLAIMER: ThereÆs not much to disclaim here! I belong to myself and
the copyright of me goes to my parents!
DEDICATION: To the fine people who invented Tang!
"Hi, my name is Leslie" (1/1)
By Leslie S.
Hi, my name is Leslie and I am a Buffaholic. (HI LESLIE!) Worse than
thatàI am addicted to Buffy fan fiction. I ask myself everyday, how I
managed to fall so low. But I just donÆt know. Maybe if I share the
story of my plunge into the Hellmouth, I can keep someone else from
following my path to self-destruction.
It all started when I was just innocently surfing that great big world
wide web. I came across this site: http://Slayerfanfic.com/. Then I
came across instructions on how to join a Buffy fan fiction mailing
list: http://www.freenet.hamilton.on.ca/~ag775/BUFFYFIC.HTM so I
joined! I figured what the heck, at least I could count on some e-mail.
Nothing harmful! Right???
When I would get home from work, IÆd check my e-mail, read a few story
parts and be done with it. Then I decided that I really should check my
mail when I got home *and* after dinner. You know, just in case
something was added while I was eating. Of course I would only do this
if there was like one part left to a story. Oh, I fooled myself with
that one for a while. But I couldnÆt fool my friends and co-workers.
(OOPS Hold up. I gotta check my e-mail!!)
It used to be Lois and Clark this, Lois and Clark that. Until it went
away! I needed something to fill the void, the emptiness that was my
life. So suddenly, everything became Buffy this, or Buffy that, or I
read the best story last night, this morning, this afternoon. People
were telling me I was obsessed, addicted. But I didnÆt hear them. I
wasnÆt listening. I was too busy checking my e-mail!
I have been known to check my e-mail upwards of 12 times a day. I have
even begun to write my own Buffy fan fiction. (Send me an e-mail and
IÆll drop you a copy!) But I knew I had hit rock bottom when I started
(oh it pains me to admit this) role-playing. Yes folks, I play "Buffy"
on the #bvs channel on Undernet:
http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Shores/4145/
(OH THE SHAME! My family must never know!)
So yep! Here I amà29 years old addicted to a show probably aimed at
demographic group 7 to 10 years younger than I actually am!
(OOPS Hold up. I gotta check my e-mail!!)
If any of you reading this feel you might be going down the same path,
either compulsively checking your e-mail, or just generally obsessing
about Buffy, I am always available to chat. You can find me several
nights a week #bvs channel on Undernet. Unless I am checking my
e-mail.
BUFFY RULES!
______________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
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