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buffyfic-digest Tuesday, May 5 1998 Volume 02 : Number 161
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (3/?)
BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (5/?)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 3)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 4)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 5)
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Date: Tue, 5 May 1998 16:54:14 EDT
From: Aglx <Aglx@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (3/?)
Deadly Instinct 3
Title: Deadly Instint (3/?)
Author: Michelle
E-mail: Aglx@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Series after Vengeance & Lost & Found - Buffy & Angel,
Xander & Willow are all vampires with souls. They are living in LA together.
Previous Stories: You don't have to read the stories that came before this
one to understand it, but it may help. If you like this story but don't
understand it, it's probally because you haven't read Vengeance or Lost
& found. That came before this one and this is a continuation of it. You
can find it as well as all my other stories at:
http://members.aol.com/aglx/buffywrittings.html
Distribution: I'll say yes, but ask.
Spoilers: Everything up to Killed By Death (just to be safe)
Feedback: Please, good or bad, I need to know. The more feedback, the
more writting I do! I won't care if you tell me this story is horrible, I
just
want to know.
This story is something that happens after Killed By Death. Probally
a Third season type story. This story has some pretty graphic descriptions
(what? I like descriptive work). There is a PG rating on this story
Just some Buffy like language and violence, and a few sexual indications.
This story will go on for a while, or until I come up with a way
to end it. The characters, Buffy, Xander, Willow, etc. belong to Joss
Whedon, The WB, Sandollar, etc.
**************
The door flew open. Everyone turned to see a slayer storm into the
room, her eyes filled with determination to kill them all. She was about
5'7, and had dark brown eyes and long black hair. A stake was held ready
in her right hand.
"Hey, slow down...we're on your side here!" Angel said as he
stepped in front of the group.
"Oh, really? Last time I checked, vampires were the bad guys."
The slayer stopped in the center of the room to examine them.
"We're good vampires, though. We've got souls," Willow said,
hoping for the chance to live.
"Yeah, I heard about that. Too bad I'm still gonna have to kill
you."
"Well if that's the way you feel," Buffy said with a growl. She leaped
off the ground and landed directly on the slayer. "We may just have to stop
you," she said, showing her teeth.
"Buffy, stop!" Angel cried out as he reached for her.
"Why? She wants to kill us? She doesn't want to listen to reason.
I say we kill her. Who's gonna know?" Buffy looked back at Angel but kept
a tight hold on the slayer.
"How about those hundreds of people outside?" Angel said. He was
trying to keep her from doing something he knew she would regret.
"Do you have a better idea?" Buffy asked. Sheknocked the stake out
of the girl's hands.
"Man, you are really bad at this slayer stuff."
"That's because she's not the slayer I told you about."
Buffy looked up to Spike with confused smile on her face. "What
do you mean she's not the slayer?"
"Well, I don't know if she's a real slayer or not but I do know
she's not the one that kill Dru."
"Okay, then let's find out who she really is." Buffy turned her attention
back to the girl she was firmly pinning down to the ground. Buffy could
smell her fear.
"So, who are you?"
"I'm Careen."
"Are you a Slayer?" Buffy said. She was annoyed with the present
situation.
"One of them."
"One of? You mean there are more than one?"
"Yes, that's what I was implying."
"Watch yourself. You're not exactly in a position to take your chances."
The girl's expression tightened as she struggled to break away from Buffy.
"Would you stop that!"
The girl brought up one of legs and kicked Buffy off of her.
Buffy rolled across the room and landed on her back. Careen whipped a
stake out from a strap on her back and held it steadily over Buffy's
chest.
------------------------------
Date: Tue, 5 May 1998 16:55:39 EDT
From: Aglx <Aglx@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (5/?)
Deadly Instinct 5
Title: Deadly Instint (5/?)
Author: Michelle
E-mail: Aglx@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Series after Vengeance & Lost & Found - Buffy & Angel, Xander
& Willow are all vampires with souls. They are living in LA together.
Previous Stories: You don't have to read the stories that came before this one
to understand it, but it may help. If you like this story but don't understand
it,
it's probally because you haven't read Vengeance or Lost & found. That came
before this one and this is a continuation of it. You can find it as well as
all
my other stories at: http://members.aol.com/aglx/buffywrittings.html
Distribution: I'll say yes, but ask.
Spoilers: Everything up to Killed By Death (just to be safe)
Feedback: Please, good or bad, I need to know. The more feedback, the
more writting I do! I won't care if you tell me this story is horrible, I
just
want to know.
This story is something that happens after Killed By Death. Probally
a Third season type story. This story has some pretty graphic descriptions
(what? I like descriptive work). There is a PG rating on this story
Just some Buffy like language and violence, and a few sexual indications.
This story will go on for a while, or until I come up with a way
to end it. The characters, Buffy, Xander, Willow, etc. belong to Joss
Whedon, The WB, Sandollar, etc.
**************
"Call them off."
"Excuse me?" The girl asked angrily as she got to her feet.
"You heard me. Call them off. You won't get to have any fun if
they kill them all. A new slayer will be here soon. The two of you will
get to kill them."
"Two? But..." Tara was already annoyed with his overpowering
sense of authority.
"Yes, two. You will *both* kill them. She will most likely die
in the fight anyway."
"Fine," she said with a pout. She marched out of the room.
"Oh, Buffy, Buffy, dear Buffy. You will pay for your crimes."
The man stood up, took off his glasses and examined them for a
second before putting them back on.
********
"Okay, lets get everyone out of here," said the slayer as she
approched a small cluster of people outside the building.
"But we haven't had any fun yet!" A young boy protested.
"Don't worry, you will. But for now, get all of these people
out of here. We need to wait until the right time." Tara turned
away from the group. "Whenever that may be," she mumbled.
"Okay, let's clear out," the young boy cried out and the group
began to scatter away from the building.
"Hey! They're leaving!" Xander said from beside the window
as he watched the angry mob began to fade away.
"What? They're leaving. This is going to be easier than I
thought." Buffy said, her face lighting up with excitment.
"Okay, great, they're leaving. But the sun is coming up soon
and if you all keep standing in front of that window, you won't be here
long enough to face them." Angel sat in a darkened corner of the room
watching them all stand in front of the window.
"Yeah, I guess we got kinda distracted." Spike said as he
walked over to the living room.
"Yeah, I guess so." Buffy waltzed over to Angel and sat on his
lap. "Not a good thing to do, huh?" Angel sarcastically shook his head
slightly. They both smiled and looked pasionately into each other's eyes.
"So, who's hungry?" Xander said as he duckwalked Willow over
to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a package out of the
box and handed it to him. She grabbed a couple more and tossed one to
Spike.
"What are we going to do about this slayer problem?" Willow asked,
sounding worried.
"I don't know about you guys, but I have every intention of killing her."
"Spike." Buffy said, looking up from Angel.
"Don't even think about it, Buffy. That girl killed Dru, and
soul or no soul, she's going to die." Spike finished his package and
threw it onto the counter. He turned his back to the group once again
and sat down on the couch. "Whether I have your help or not." Minutes
of silence passed that felt like an eternity.
"I'll help," Buffy finally said after silently arguing with Angel over the
subject. Spike looked up from the ground with a strange sense of hope in
his eyes.
"I'll help too," Willow said, following Buffy's lead. Xander glanced at
her with a confused expression. He couldn't believe she was
willing to be a part of killing someone. Ever since her soul was
restored, she could think of nothing other than how to stop killing.
"Me too," Xander finally said as Willow pleaded with his eyes.
Everyone waited paitiently for Angel's response. They all knew that
he desipsed Spike, but they also knew that he cared for Dru.
Buffy finally broke the silence with her innocent words.
"Angel?" He refused to look her in the eye because he knew what effect
doing so always had on him.
"I'll help," Angel said reluctantly. He raised his head to look
at Spike but kept his eyes away from Buffy. "But don't expect me to kill
her. I've killed too many, and caused too much pain, I won't do it
anymore."
"I understand. Thank you." Spike got to his feet and looked
around the room. Faint smiles adorned all of their faces. They were clearly
pleased with their colaboration. Angel dropped his head again as he
remembed all the horrifying things he had done to the one person he
had ever really loved. Buffy lifted his chin with her hand. He tried
to turn away but she stopped him with a kiss.
"What was that for?" He asked, finally allowing his eyes to connect
with hers.
"The past is over. Leave it there." Her words hit him like a
stake through the heart. He couldn't believe that she still forgave
him for everything he did. After all that they had been through, all
the torture and pain he had caused her.
End Part 4 -- Send feedback please!
------------------------------
Date: Tue, 05 May 1998 15:58:23 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 3)
I just realized I'd better put a warning for this story. There are some
very violent things, a couple sex scene, the who ditty (it takes a lot
to make a girl insane, you know!)
So if your offended by such things, I'd turn back now.
Also! Feedback! I want it! send me it!
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 3)
Drusilla's eyes fluttered open as she threw her hands up over
her head, and stretched them loose.
She got out of her bed, her feet touching the icy floor of the
room, causing her to shiver, as it did every morn, even through the
thick expensive rugs the cold ran through the house.
Quickly Drusilla made her bed, and arranged her dolls on the
pillows in an orderly fashion, this took less than 5 minutes. She could
have done it in her sleep had she willed it.
Drusilla picked up the last doll and lightly brushed some stray
hair out of it's porcelain face. "Good morning Miss Edith." She told the
doll, tapping it's glass nose with her fingertips "Watch over the
others." She smiled as she put the fair haired doll in front of the
others, and quickly went to her closet to get out a new set of clothes
for the day
For the life of her, Drusilla couldn't remember why Miss Edith
was her favored doll, or how she even got the name Miss Edith for that
matter. But it didn't matter. She had had that doll sense she was a
small child, and looked fondly unto the day that she would pass it on to
her sister.
It took her over an hour to get ready, but once she was, she
looked stunning.
Her hair was flowing down her back, she rarely put it up,
loving the way it flowed out behind her, and down her waist. She wore a
long blue dress, not even liking the colour, though her mother would not
permit her to wear red as she would have, she could have worn red
everyday and never once have gotten sick of it. But her mother had said
flashy things were only for small boys and whores.
So she wore the blue dress.
With one last glance in the glass mirror and she was heading
down the
stairs to greet the day.
~
Angelus ran his hand through the blondes thick hair, and
sighed.
Darla rolled over, laying her head in his lap.
"Your thinking of her aren't you?
His silence was answer enough.
"If you want her so badly, then take her" Darla said playfully,
toying with the ties on his black shirt.
The was a pause, as Angelus' gaze meet hers. "I will" he
promised. Moving to get up, gently pushing Darla's head off of his lap
"But not yet. She's not ready"
"She's mortal" Darla said harshly, receiving a confused look
from the man towering over her.
"You think I don't know this?"
Darla rolled her eyes. "She's fragile. Your going to end up
destroying her if you try to play"
Angelus' smile sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
His mouth moved, so it was mere inches from her mouth. "maybe
that's what I want?"
Darla's laugh was cut short by Angelus' tongue as he ran it
across her lips.
"Don't bother yourself with it" He told Darla as he pinned her
underneath him "I'll take care of Drusilla."
Darla smiled sweetly up at him, loving his dominating nature
"But who will take care of you?"
- --
~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~
<KBleyle@Earthlink.Net>
SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/index.html
'We look before and After, and pine for what is not;
our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest
thought...' The Cure (Wish)
------------------------------
Date: Tue, 05 May 1998 16:53:42 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 4)
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 4)
Drusilla walked down into the living quarters of the large
house, to find her mother and the nurse huddled around a crying Lydia,
trying their hardest to comfort the hysterical child.
Drusilla immediately ran as fast as she could to her little
sister.
"Lydia?! What's wrong." Drusilla quickly scanned the tiny body
for any hurts "Are-are you okay?"
"Oh! Dru!" Lydia cried throwing her tiny arms around her sisters
neck
"What? What's that matter? Shhhhh..." She soothed, or tried to
"What's happened?"
Isabelle whispered to Drusilla behind Lydia's back. "Reginald
has died"
Lydia went into hysterics "He hasn't died! He was KILLED!"
Drusilla tightened her arms around her sister. "Shhhh, it's
okay. Nobody killed him" she said softly trying to sooth Lydia's tears
"Why would anyone want to hurt Reggie?"
Lydia began to cry and scream incoherently. Drusilla looked to
her mother for help, but Isabelle was just as clueless as to what to do
about Lydia as she was.
There a long pause as Lydia cried, and Drusilla waited for the
moment that Lydia's tears might ease up a bit.
She didn't have to wait long, the little child began to stop
trying to scream and just sniffed her nose a little, weeping
occasionally.
"Come here Lydia." Drusilla began trying to lightly get Lydia on
her feet so she might walk.
Lydia sniffled "Where are we going Dru?"
Drusilla looked into the red tear streaked face of her sister,
and almost began crying herself.
"For a walk."
Lydia numbly followed her sister to the large garden in the back
of their house.
She waited for her younger sister to get comfortable as they sat
on the grass and then began.
"Lydia" She sighed softly. "Your growing up so fast."
Lydia sniffled. "I'm nearly seven and a half! I'm already grown
up!"
"I know." Drusilla smiled agreeing with her sister ever
increasing need for independence.
"But, there's a time when you get passed your childish ways"
The child sniffled and looked down at the ground
"But they only pass with knowledge."
Lydia looked up at her sister. "I'm smart! I can read and
write!"
"I know that Lydia, but there's more to life than reading and
writing"
Lydia looked scornfully at Dru. If there was more than reading
and writing why did she have to spend the better part of the day
learning things?
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like death" Drusilla said softly, not wanting to be the cause
of another tantrum.
"It was Reggies time to go Lydia. God wanted him to leave"
"I thought dogs didn't have souls!" Lydia pouted back
Drusilla remained silent for a moment not sure how to answer
that, with a deep breathe she tired...
"But that doesn't mean that god doesn't love him. It was his
time to leave earth Lydia. And Reggie wouldn't want to see your tears,
would he?"
Lydia sniffled and thought for a minute.
The little girl looked up again, and hugged Dru.
With a couple of tears still left in her eyes she said "I love
you Dru! Promise you'll never leave me! I don't want you to ever go!
Even if God asks"
"Lydia!" She yelled said harshly, pulling the child away so
Drusilla could look into her eyes. "Don't ever talk like that again."
"Please don't go!" Lydia shook her head franticly.
"I won't." she said, holding her sister tightly. "But you should
know, that what god wills to be shall be. No-ones going to change that"
"I know, but I don't want to lose you Dru!"
- --
~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~
<KBleyle@Earthlink.Net>
SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/index.html
'We look before and After, and pine for what is not;
our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest
thought...' The Cure (Wish)
------------------------------
Date: Tue, 05 May 1998 16:54:39 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 5)
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 5)
Nighttime had taken forever to come, and Angelus found himself
pacing back and forth, waiting for the time to come when he would be
able to see his Drusilla again.
Much to the annoyance of Darla that is.
But now, at long last the sun had set, empowering Angelus as he
went forth out of the small shack they had found as protection from the
daylight
He continued to think as he walked. True he *had* had the whole
day to plot. To think about Drusilla. It was as much improvisation as
forethought, though, with his sun condition, he had had less to do
during the day than think. And play. But play would be so wonderful with
his Drusilla. As soon as he had her. The way he wanted her.
~
Drusilla walked down the stairs from her house, donning her dark
velvet cloak, as she did almost every night.
"Drusilla?" Isabelle asked setting down the book she'd been
reading and walked over to Dru "Are you going out so late?"
Drusilla took a deep breath
"Just for a walk mum. I shouldn't be long" She said. Drusilla
went out every night, it was a tradition of hers since she'd been a
young child. Her head was still spinning from the days events with her
sister, and some fresh night air would be nice. She'd always loved the
peacefulness of the night,
"Lydia's tucked in, and I'd like some fresh air, if that's
alright."
"All right then" Isabelle smiled "Don't be out to long though.
You've got a big day ahead of you."
Drusilla turned to her mother.
"What's that mamma?"
Isabelle all but giggled in her glee.
"We're going out to the town tomorrow eve."
Drusilla still looked thoroughly confused
"Why for?"
"We need to get you some new clothes, my dear! The Caytons will
be having a ball in one week's time! And we were invited. You
especially!"
Drusilla knew better than to argue with her mother when it came
to balls. The Caytons were widely known though-out Prague for their
lavish dances, and the fact that they had made special reference to
invite the Hursts' must be a big thrill to her mother. But Drusilla
still had no desire to go.
Nonetheless she quickly agreed with her mother, wearing a smile
as she stepped into the night air.
~
Angelus smiled as he approached the Hurst' household. He
couldn't go inside, not yet at least. But it was still a pleasure to be
there.. He stopped. Outside of Drusilla's house the door open. He
stepped quietly into the shade of darkness and stared at the figure
protruding from the door.
Angelus' heart would have skipped a beat, had it a rhythm.
"Drusilla" he whispered.
~
She walked quickly away from the house. Having no desire to stay
on their property, had she only known the house was her only safety,
perhaps she would have stayed inside.
Her walking slowed down once outside the mansion gates. She was
going to enjoy her time in the dark, to let her mind and body relax from
all the days events.
~
He was only a step behind her the whole way, walking in the
shadows, following her every move.
She went off the trial. Walking out to the dark woods. So
fearless. Never knowing.
Angelus let a breathe of pleasurable tension escape his lips
~
Drusilla immediately turned around. She searched the night,
looking in between the trees, wishing for a dagger, or knife, some
protection should a violent stranger approach.
"Hello?" she asked to the night, still looking around for the
person she'd heard.
Or had she?
Drusilla shook her head. There was no-one out in the woods this
late at night. No one except herself.
~
Angelus waited for her echoing footsteps before he came away
from his hiding place in the shadows.
He followed her, watching her body move. Watching her cloak as
it tried to hide her long hair from the wind, and her arms as they
traveled at her side
~
Drusilla took a deep breathe as she reached her final
destination.
There was nothing really special about the small clearing. But
she always came down here, she could spend forever in this one place,
and still long to come back.
There were trees surrounding Dru, and over grown grass. Long
flowers began to bloom as the beginning of spring approached.
Drusilla willed her body to fall backwards onto the downy grass,
and she lay there. Daydreaming of pleasurable things, and not balls, nor
fancy gowns, or even marriages.
~
The desire to take her there, as she lay so peaceful on the
grass was so overwhelming, it took so much of his strength to tell his
desires 'no' and to make them back off so he might savor these few
moments of peaceful silence.
She stirred. Sitting straight up.
"Who's there?" she asked aloud again.
~
Drusilla could feel the watchful gaze of another. She wasn't
alone. She couldn't be. Her senses wouldn't dissuade her so much as to
feel another's' presence.
A picture came into her head suddenly. Drusilla shook her head
free of the odd picture. It remained still but the energy behind it
lessened. She couldn't focus on what the image looked liked. But knew,
with out a doubt what it was. Her mind was telling her there was an
angel.
An angel? She thought. "An angel?" she whispered to the night.
~
It was Angelus' turn to be surprised. What a clever girl, how
had she come up with that?
~
Drusilla stood up, an uneasy feeling was claiming her, and she
suddenly had the strong urge to run home.
She didn't though. She stood up slowly straightening any
remaining ripples that may still be on her dress, and walked the rest of
the way home. At as peaceful pace.
- --
~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~
<KBleyle@Earthlink.Net>
SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/index.html
'We look before and After, and pine for what is not;
our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest
thought...' The Cure (Wish)
------------------------------
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