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buffyfic-digest Friday, May 8 1998 Volume 02 : Number 166
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Pictures of You (Part 2)
BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (part 17)
BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (part 18)
BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (Part 19)
BUFFYFIC: "Two Ships" (1/3)
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Date: Wed, 06 May 1998 19:55:47 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Pictures of You (Part 2)
~ Remembering you fallen into my arms ~
~ Crying for the death of your heart ~
That night was fun, he admitted to himself, remembering her timid body
responding to his.
He could watch her now. She was darker.
That light, that she had held in her eyes, the light that had attracted
his soul to her's.
Gone, she was gone, he had taken with him her innocence, purity, light,
and heart.
~ You were stone white ~
Her face was so priceless, he loved the fear that radiated her as she
saw him appear behind her, He could actually see the hope in her eyes,
when he walked near, that hope, that small voice in the back of head
saying he might be her angel.
Watch it shatter into loathing, as she realized who it was. What it
was.
See that wonderful look on anguish as he smiled his smile, and talked
his talk.
~ So delicate ~
~ Lost in the cold ~
~ You were always so lost in the dark ~
Wondering if her Angel was still alive, still floating around
somewhere, watching over her, waiting for his chance to come back to
her, to hold her in his arms and love her.
He wore the ring still..
Her angel did. She had seen it on him. On the demon that wore his
flawless face.
Whatever significance it held for that monster that had ripped her
heart in pieces mattered not to her.
But she knew, without a doubt that her angel, the one always watching
over her, even if gone from sight, wore the ring.
Heart facing her. Where her heart should be...
~ Remembering you ~
~ How you used to be slow ~
Oh, but it was magnificent, that look on her face. He had almost wanted
to laugh, to tell her the truth as she looked at him.
So mean, how could he had said those words?
It brought such a smile to his face, remembering that look, the day
after...
His poor heart, poor lover.
~ Drowned ~
She had given him everything.
And he had used every last bit of it against her.
~ You were angels ~
~ So much more than everything ~
You were Angels.
You were.
But it's not you.
It's not.
How much longer can I grasp onto the past? Onto what used to be?
He wears your face, your smile, your memories, but how many more
innocent lives must die? How many more while she gathers up her courage,
her strength to say goodbye and take away every last hope, every last
ember...
~ Oh hold for the last time then slip away quietly ~
~ Open my eyes but I never see anything ~
Can't say goodbye. It hasn't been long enough, because she knows.
Without a doubt that your out there.
Are you?
Looking down from up above, what would you want?
Not this. Not me stalling, while the monster with your face destroys
lifes, families, hearts.
Not what you want.
How can anyone be so selfish?
How can I do this? In the memory of you?
I can't.
I'm still trying, trying to be strong enough to kill you.
~ If only I had thought of the right words ~
~ I could have hold on to your heart ~
Just love.
Just love is all...
So, if all she wanted was love. And all he wanted was love. How come
they can't agree.
It struck him oddly. Took mere minutes to understand.
She didn't want his kind of love.
He didn't want hers.
Funny he had called it love.
~ If only I'd thought of the right words ~
~ I wouldn't be breaking apart ~
~ All my pictures of you ~
This slayer was stronger than he was.
He had thought, he could take her. He knew all her moves.
But she always struck him off balance. That one second he would take,
to feel her fear, watch her hair, just smile and adore.
Knowing by now that one second was all it took to kill another.. Why
did it always happen.
~ Looking so long at these pictures of you ~
He couldn't have her. He'd be able to kill her. There was no doubt
about that. If he could get past his obsession he could strike her down.
If he could concentrate...
So what's the problem again?
~ But I never hold on to your heart ~
~ Looking so long for the words to be true ~
She couldn't do this to herself. She could wait, and wish, and pray,
and hope.
He was gone.
Her tears wouldn't bring him back.
Innocent people are dying, her thoughts would scream.
He's torturing innocent people because your weak! Because you became
emotionally attached to another!
He was a monster before. He's a monster again...
His true nature...
~ But always just breaking apart my pictures of you ~
She was his lover. And now his enemy.
It reminds him of a soap opera.
Stay tuned, maybe next week she'll fall, or he'll die, perhaps she'll
be brought over. He wants her.
All of her.
There's more conflict still....
~ There was nothing in the world ~
~ That I ever wanted more ~
~ Than to feel you deep in my heart ~
But no matter what. It falls. Love cannot be destroyed. Lust cannot be
conquered. Death cannot be avoided.
And she still longs for him. Wondering where the soul has gone.
Wondering where the love is now that it's not with him.
Tears are gone. Everything's dry. The feeling is dead, the regrets are
gone. And now maybe she'll go one.
She has to. She's the slayer. She has to fight the demons, kill
monsters, and slay vampires.
All of them.
There's no choice.
No one to be trusted
No one to be loved
There's no one left to share passion with.
She had had her love, and he had had his. She had given him one moment
of true happiness...
~ There was nothing in the world ~
~ That I ever wanted more ~
And he knows she'll go on. He knows that he should act quickly because
she'll grow stronger.
He wants her, but not dead.
He wants her to pay for her crimes.
Sin of love.
True happiness, and now he's free. True happiness and now she's
confined within small walls of sorrow
They can't go on this way, as long as the others alive it will linger,
the pain they both feel.
But if neither can stop loving the other, how can they move on? Go on?
In the end both are dead, either way everyone loses.
~ Than to never feel the breaking apart ~
~ All my pictures of you ~
Finish!
- --
~ ` ~ 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: Wed, 06 May 1998 20:27:04 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (part 17)
Guess what disk Kelley Fixed!?!?!
Now everyone can stop yelling at me :)
I've been working on the story, and I'll send all the parts I have
updated as of now. Then I'm gonna work on Charlotte Sometimes..
Are we all happy? :)
For disclaimers see part 1
A Stroke of Luck (part 17)
~ Here comes the cold again ~
~I feel it closing in ~
The instant she saw Spike, her head began to sing. It was as though he
was her missing link, her other half. His mere presence calmed her
nerves, enabling her mind to relax, and Willow to think more clearly.
He called to her.
Her body obeyed his request, it wasn't that she was thinking
clearly. Or that she couldn't see straight. Her whole being told her to
do as he said. A piece of mortal Willow popped into her head, telling
her to run! But she disagreed, and she found herself edging nearer to
Spike.
A treat... The words met her ears.
She saw Buffy... A one time friend.
One of her best friends!
Enemy, her head told her.
She was Spikes' enemy, she was Willow's enemy...
Willow stopped right in front of Buffy. And looked up to Spike.
"Willow, no. Don't do this..." Buffy began, When Spike grabbed her
head, and jerked her neck to the side, pointedly for Willow
"Willow. I don't want to hurt you" Buffy said again, not wanting
to injure one of her best friends, as she squirmed beneath Spikes iron
grip.
Willow listened to Buffy's heart beat, the sound was so astonishing,
licking her lips Willow jerked her head back, about to drink when, the
slayer kicked out with one of her legs, landing it on Willow's flat
stomach and sending the fledgling scattering backwards.
Spike let go of Buffy, laughing.
"Poor, slayer"
Buffy's face was flushed with anger, she didn't even noticed Xander and
Angel walking into the warehouse
~~~~~~
Willow felt herself being kicked back and thrown into a couple of large
crates.
To her amazement she felt no pain.
Though her senses where set back, everything went dizzy as she lay
there in the crates trying to get back her sense of balance back.
~~~~~~
"I'm gonna kill you" Buffy hissed between clenched teeth.
Spike smiled "really? And your going to kill your friend too?"
A look of sadness was shown in Buffy's eyes.. Could she kill Willow?
She would have to.. But could she?
Anger flooded her system yet again, and she punched Spike in the face
as hard as she could.
Spike lost his balance a bit. Surrounded by anger, Buffy gave him
a hard kick in the chest, which landed him on top of a large group of
crates next to the vampire Willow
Buffy's eyes widened as Spike helped his new friend stand.
"Buffy?" Angel called out from a top the warehouse.
"Hello 'Angelus' it's been forever" came the sarcastic reply from
Spike.
As he gently guided Willow to her feet.
Angel was about to attack Spike when he saw the girl he was with.. A
very demonic looking Willow.
He's gone to far. Angel thought. He can't get away with this. Willow?
Innocent little Willow?
Angel growled.
"Well?" Spike asked the slayer, standing behind Willow, holding her by
the waist.
Willow growled and leaned back, looking for his neck...
Buffy gulped, not sure what to do... Spike helped her make the decision
for her and tossed the girl straight at the slayer.
She caught the red head with ease. Looking down into the disoriented
eyes of Willow as she shook her head, trying to still the wave of
dizziness that passed through her. She was fairly successful.
There was a beat. Willow's could feel her teeth as they came to
sharp points. It took her a bit by surprise, but the change came easy.
She was so hungry, so incredibly starved. Another beat, She would go mad
soon if her body was denied nourishment she thought.
It was a heart beet. She listened and looked down at Buffy with
hungry eyes. She got one growl out before she found herself pinned on
the floor.
Willow looked upwards, at the face of her attacker.
It was Xander.
He was laying on top of her, "C'mon Will. Snap outta it." Xander
panted, right before she flipped them both over, so that her red hair
dangled on his brow.
"Xander!" Buffy Yelled.
Clutching the staked that Buffy had given him. He wasn't about to stake
his best friend. But he wasn't about to die either.
Buffy went to help, but was soon stopped by Spike, more effectively she
was stopped by a strike at her side.
Willow lend down to bite him. "Will. I know you don't wanna do this."
He said trying to kick her off of him, but with her vampiric state, and
her new found strength he was doing a bad job of prying his best friend
off him.
"Don't you come here to ruin my fun" Spike yelled, slapping her again.
Buffy put her hand up to the small cut he had given her. There was
blood... She couldn't ever remember bleeding in a fight...
She got back her balance quickly enough to be knocked back down.
She looked up, holding the side of her head. Spike was cradling a very
heavy looking object
"Night" He smiled.
Buffy's eyes widened, and she shot to the side, right as Spike hurled a
chair at her head. She barely avoided it's impact
Willow jerked her head to the right. Buffy? No, the Slayer. She was
laying next to Xander, next to her.
She shook off the feeling, and jerked her head back, drinking from
Xander.
- --
~ ` ~ 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: Wed, 06 May 1998 20:27:35 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (part 18)
For Disclaimers see part 1
A Stroke of Luck (part 18)
"Xander!" Buffy screamed out loud...
The blood flooded into Willow's mouth and she could feel her senses
coming back to her, her sense of balance, and light, and life.
And realization.
She could see Xander laying beneath her, though she was sure her eyes
were closed, she saw her childhood playmate dying beneath her.
A sick sort of joy came through her as she drank from Xander.
Remembering all the nights and times she just sat and thought of him,
and how he would blow her off for every other girl. He would go for any
girl, Willow figured, but her.
Her thoughts where brutally interrupted as she was ripped right away
from a shocked Xander. She lay there, suspended in air, as her friends'
blood sang in her veins giving her the strength she needed to think, and
live.
She felt herself pulled close to a wall... No, not a wall, she thought
as she felt more than heard Angels words in her head.
'Be still' he told her.
There was something about him. His strength, and she could feel his
age...
A flood of adrenaline coursed through her body as she was suddenly
scared.
Her eyes immediately searched out for Spike. He wasn't hard to find. He
was with the slayer. Fighting, hitting, yelling.
~~~~~~
Spike kick her stomach pushing her away from him.
"So, Slayer." Spike began, "How does it feel?"
He was mocking her. She knew but, he had to ask. He had to know that
she was in torment, he wanted to hear her say it.
They circled each other.
"I didn't mean to kill her Spike!" Buffy gasped out, watching the red
head out of the corner of her eye, worrying that she had just lost her
two best friends.
It was to hard to focus on Spike. It was to important that she win,
that she find Willow's soul, that she helped Xander. That she kept them
both with her.
That she woke up soon from this nightmare as soon as possible!
"Not quiet the answer I was looking for" He hissed, not in the mood to
hear excuses from this murder.
"I'm sorry" She said genuinely.
Spike stopped, and raised an eyebrow. He put himself out of his
defensive position.
She didn't trust him.
He turned his head towards Willow. Her eyes immediately began to
sparkle at this site of him coming towards her.
Easily ripping the girl away from her would-be guardian, he held her
hand gently.
"Your sorry?" He asked again. Wanting to know she spoke the truth. Make
sure that she genuinely felt sorrow for the loss of his only love.
Buffy nodded, unable to think of the right words...
~~~~~~~~~~~
~ A stroke of luck or a gift from God? ~
~ The hand of fate or devil's claws? ~
The flood of fearfulness was replace by a flow of ecstasy, she felt
safe again.
She shook her head, suddenly wondering what she was doing.
Had she killed her best friend, the man that could have easily been her
brother?
A wave of pleasure passed through her body as she remembered his weak
struggles as her mortal friend tried to escape.
Buffy would kill her. The slayer would kill her now that she was a
'monster'.
One look around the room.
As though she were on a magical drug, everything was so enhanced. The
air was fresher, the wind was softer, the light touches of Spike's hand
at her waist was nothing less than enchanting, mysterious...
He talks though. And she was missing it. She had to focus...
- --
~ ` ~ 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: Wed, 06 May 1998 20:28:04 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: A Stroke of Luck (Part 19)
For disclaimers see part 1
A Stroke of Luck (Part 19)
Spike grabbed Willow tighter now, and pushed her intimately close to
him, causing a sudden gasp of shock from Willow and a warning hiss of
anger from Angel.
Buffy had to force herself to remain in place. She couldn't risk the
chance that Spike might kill Willow, vampire or not, she was still one
of Buffy's best friends...she hoped, and could be cured.. she hoped.
Spikes grabbed the side of willows head, and looked into her eyes.
She seamed so happy. There was a bit of fear. But not hardly as much as
there had been when she was mortal.
He aloud his hand to weave into her hair, and then violently jerked her
hair back.
Willow shrieked in a flash of terror. And Buffy's scared eyes went to
Angels.
Spikes mouth me hers, and he roughly kissed her.
Buffy didn't miss the arch in Willows back as he kissed her, and she
was shell-shocked suddenly.
Angel furiously stalked towards Spike about to attack, when Spike
turned around fast and threw the red head at Angel, he was caught off
guard for minute, as he tried to steady himself and the vampire Willow.
A minute was all Spike needed as he grabbed a piece of the chair he had
previously flung at Buffy, and looked at the pointed end.
"Your sorry?" Spike yelled at Buffy, as her eyes widened and her body
went into attack mode.
"How sorry?" He hissed menacingly.
And he turned around to Angelus again, and embedded the stake through
Willows heart in one hard thrust.
A Look of utter hurt and denial went on Willow's face as her bottom lip
trembled.
She shook her head, and fell to her knees.
She didn't even reach the ground when she shattered into dust though.
And Buffy ran to the place where her one time friend had just presided.
It was Buffy's turn to shake her head in denial. Utterly distraught she
looked past the ashes to Xander.
Angelus on the other hand, allowed his anger to go to Spike, as he
rushed towards him.
"Oh, Angelus. Let's not fight here." Spike began sarcastically "Not
after all the trepidation of the night" He paused as Angel stood right
in front of him "Oh, that right. You always loved to fight after a good
thrill, and hunt. Hmm?"
Spike laughed as Angelus remembered the night he had made Drusilla a
vampire. How he had killed off all of her family, spared none, and
tortured Dru's poor body, poor mind.
He snapped out of his reverie easily enough. And lunged at Spike.
Spike ducked as Angels hand flew over his head. He grabbed it and
tossed the larger man a couple feet towards Buffy.
"He's dead" She whispered. To Angel.
She had to get out. She had to kill Spike. She was feeling listless,
and claustrophobic. She felt trapped in the air that surrounded her.
"Your not getting away with this!" she turned yelling at Spike.
He laughed bitterly at her reply. "You've got to be kidding me! You who
only day's before were so confident. So head strong.. So willing to kill
any vampire who got in your path"
"Her death was an accident" she screamed so loud, angel shuddered the
sounds cooing off the cement walls of the factory
"Well." Spike said moving closer to a really ticked off slayer "His
death" He shook his head towards Xander "Was an accident too"
- --
~ ` ~ 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: Fri, 8 May 1998 15:48:48 EDT
From: KylenRevik <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Two Ships" (1/3)
NOTES: Takes place before "Surprise" and "Innocence", which is directly before
the ep where Oz turns into a werewolf. If the drummer for the Dingoes already
has a name, somebody please let me know? I haven't been able to find it. :(
FEEDBACK: Yes please! To me here at KylenRevik@aol.com, please! Constructive
criticism and praise are always welcomed. :)
DISTRIBUTION: Not without my express permission, please, of either the story
or "Oz's" lyrics. Thank you.
~
"Two Ships"
By Rachel Brody
//There's a woman in the branches
That are blowing in the wind
And I'd tell her that I love her,
But she'd never let me in
While she's living in her own world,
I'll be watching her from mine
I'll be looking through the windows
To the Willow in my mind.//*
Oz sighed, then looked up. "This, this is pathetic," he
sighed.
Scott looked over. "What is?"
"This," Oz said, gesturing to the piece of paper he'd been
scribbling lyrics on. "This is _pathetic_."
Scott's eyes took in the writing on the page, then he
shrugged. "Got it bad, huh?"
"You could say," Oz sighed.
"Sucks." Scott shook his head. "Got potential, though. The
song."
"You think?"
"Yeah." The drummer hummed a few bars. "Like that, maybe."
"Nah," Oz said. "More like this." He hummed a few bars, but
the notes were a little higher and just a touch slower-paced than
his friend's had been.
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Not the kind of thing we usually
do," he said.
"Yeah," Oz replied. "I know."
"So, who is she?"
"Junior. At Sunnydale. You don't know her."
Scott accepted that as an explanation, nodding as he seated
himself at his trap set. "Play," he instructed with a nod toward
Oz's guitar. Oz raised an eyebrow, but picked up his instrument and
began to strum the strings. Scott listened for a few seconds, then
grinned. "Sing along, idiot," he ordered affectionately.
Oz sighed. "But I--"
"_Sing_, man! How'm I supposed to work out an accompaniment if
I can't hear the words that go with the music?"
Oz opened his mouth to object, then nodded instead. "Okay," he
said, only partially reluctant. He picked up his guitar and started
playing, tapping his feet at the same time, so Scott would have
some idea of the timing Oz had in mind. Easy 4/4 beat, quick. Lead
in of a few bars, then as soon as he was reasonably sure that Scott
had the beat down, Oz started singing-- quietly. He didn't have the
most confidence in his abilities as a vocalist, the guitar was more
his speed.
"There's a woman in the branches that are blowing in the
wind/and I'd like to say I love her but she'd never let me in/while
she's living in her own world, I'll be watching her from mine/I'll
be looking through the window to the Willow in my mind." Not having
any more words worked out, Oz strummed a few more bars, then let
his fingers continue at a softer volume as he looked at Scott, who
was also playing his drums idly now that the words had ended.
"S'all I got," Oz explained.
Scott nodded. "Okay," he said. "So, you need help with the
rest, or you think it'll come on its own?"
"Help would be most greatly appreciated," Oz said with a
slight smile.
"Kay," Scott agreed. "I take it she's pretty?"
"Yeah, in a quiet kinda way."
"And younger?"
"By a year."
"Cool." Scott thought for a moment. "So why haven't you asked
her out?"
Oz shrugged. "Don't think I'm her type," he said. "She's sorta
bookish."
"You're in a band, doesn't that count for anything?"
"She's quiet."
"Oh."
The two bandmates were silent for a few minutes, the only
sound being the gentle playing of each of their respective
instruments. Then, Scott gave Oz a quick nod. "How 'bout this?" he
asked, then he picked up the speed of his drumming, and Oz matched
it with his guitar. "You're quiet and you're bookish, but you're
also really sweet/and even though we never talk, I bet you don't
have smelly fee--"
"_Scott_!" Oz yelped, stopping his playing, "I want her to
_talk_ to me after she hears this, you know!"
"Sure, man," Scott said as he stood, the grin still on his
face. "You know...you worry way too much."
"Whatever," Oz replied with a grin.
"S'true," Scott said. "Just ask her out."
Oz shrugged. "Whatever, man." He shook his head. "Thing is,
you can't just _ask_. Gotta scope, first. See if there might be an
interest."
"Scoping." Scott thought a moment, then nodded. "This is
true," he said.
Oz nodded. "Exactly."
"So ask her if she's seen that movie."
"What movie?"
"That monster one you wanted to see," Scott said. "And when
she says no, ask her out."
Oz frowned. "That's not a date movie," he said. "That's a
screaming movie. She's _quiet_, man, what if it freaked her out or
something? Those things can get pretty scary."
Scott grinned. "Exactly," he said. "So if she says yes, you
know it's because she wants to go _with you_."
Oz raised an eyebrow, then grinned. "Whoa, man, you are
_devious_."
Scott grinned. "Got that straight." He stood, nodding toward
the door of the garage. "Gotta book, Ozzie, see you at the gig
tonight."
"Gig?"
"At the Bronze." Scott shook his head. "Don't forget!"
"Won't," Oz said. "When did we get a gig at the Bronze for
tonight?"
"Yesterday. Somebody canceled so they called us."
Oz nodded. "I see."
"Good. Later, then," Scott called on his way out the door.
Oz grinned and waved back halfheartedly, then returned his
full attention to his guitar and the words running through his
mind.
~
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