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buffyfic-digest Sunday, May 10 1998 Volume 02 : Number 173
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Charlotte Sometimes (Part 9)
BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Notes in prep for posting
BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Prologue
BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter One -- (2/2)
BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter One -- (1/2)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 10)
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 11)
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Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 11:34:33 -0400
From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS:Charlotte Sometimes (Part 9)
<g> I like it.
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Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 11:55:08 EDT
From: KylenRevik <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Notes in prep for posting
Okay...I finished something of a novella last week, and I've been revising,
etc, all week long. I'm going to be posting it at the rate of one or two
chapters a day, as interest dictates-- which means, if people want to see more
or less of it at a time, they've gotta _tell_ me. I'll be sending out the
prologue in about twenty minutes, because I need to change the format, etc.
Anyway. This is definately the biggest undertaking I've had in the Buffyverse,
and I'm extremely, extremely eager to hear about how I've done. So _please_,
if you only ever comment to me on _one_ thing I've written (not that you can't
do more and I don't REALLY hope you do more!), make this that one?
Thanks all, and the prologue will hit mailboxes in a few minutes,
Rachel
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 12:01:52 EDT
From: KylenRevik <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Prologue
Feedback: YES! I cannot express how desperately I want feedback on this one!
Distribution: Not without my *express* permission.
Notes: This story has a prologue and 13 chapters, which makes numberings
difficult. Please grant me a slight amont of latitude, until I get some sort
of workable system going. Thank you.
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply.
~
"Part Zero: In the Beginning..."
Place: Sunnydale Cemetery.
Time: November 24th, 2002, Late Night.
She was shivering. The night was cold, and Buffy Summers was
freezing. Her stakes were behind a gravestone a few feet away,
and instead of them, she clutched a black candle tight in her
hand. There was a zippo lighter with a broken heart on it in the
other-- she'd seen it earlier in the week and been unable to
resist the irony.
Four years, and they had been far too long. It had come time
for there to be an end to things as they stood, and Buffy was
ready to meet her destiny, whatever that was going to be. Four
years were too long to have been living with a broken heart.
Angelus. She could feel him, coming closer by the second. He
knew she was out here. She swallowed, fighting back the sudden
nausea that rose up inside her when she thought of him. The
_thing_ in her love's body, the _thing_ that had kept them apart
for so long. She'd kill it, tonight.
She took a breath, closing her eyes and concentrating on the
feelings of everything around her. Energy was pulsing through
this place, and if she tuned herself carefully enough, she could
draw the thin connections between objects. Her Slayer's sense
would be able to pick out exactly where he was, as soon as he
came close.
She took a breath, sipping in the clear, cold air. Wondering
how much longer it was going to be before Angelus arrived,
wondering if she would forget the incantation at the last moment,
wondering all manner of things as she waited.
Out of nowhere, she heard a hiss, and a large mass rammed
her to the ground. The zippo and the candle flew from her hands
and into the grass, and Buffy found herself staring up into
Angelus' cold, cruel eyes, her wrists pinned to the ground above
her head.
"Buffy," Angelus snarled, a pseudo-sympathetic expression on
his face, "I'm sorry, but I think this game of cat-and-mouse has
gone on long enough." His lips twisted into a sort of grin. "I
heard you were planning on cursing me again tonight." He shook
his head. "Sorry, babe. Ain't gonna happen." Then his smile
widened slightly. "However...I did think maybe I could give _you_
something."
Struggling through his words, Buffy was trying to squirm
loose. But in the years since he'd been re-possessed, Angelus'
strength had increased-- and now she had to admit, she might be
in over her head.
But all she needed was that candle, and the lighter...
Angelus took a moment to reposition her arms, and now he was
holding them down with one hand. Buffy struggled harder, knowing
something was wrong-- she should have been able to break this
grip, and yet she could barely move.
He pulled a small cardboard figure out of the back pocket of
his jeans, and it took Buffy a moment to realize it was wrapped
in black ribbon. "See this?" he asked. "Know what it means?"
She glared up at him, trying to work her legs up to a point
where she would have the leverage to force him off her and get
back up.
"I've bound you," he said, his tone almost an academic one.
"That means you can't fight me, Buffy. You don't have a chance."
He leaned in and smiled. "Isn't that lovely?"
She glared up. "Fucking beautiful," she snapped. "Liar."
He rolled his eyes. "Buffy, come _on_," he said. "Don't be
ridiculous. You know as well as I do that you've broken out of
grips like this. I could get up and we could fight again, if you
want me to prove it to you." There was a smirk on his face as he
said the words. "Major turn on, you know."
"Fine," she said, glaring. "So let me up, and we'll see."
He appeared to consider for a moment, then shook his head.
"Nah. It'll be much more exciting the way I've got things
planned." Slipping the figure back into his pocket, he slid his
free hand down her throat, pushing her head to one side.
To her horror, Buffy found she was powerless to stop him.
There was a sharp laugh as Angelus saw comprehension dawning in
her expression. Then he bent down and affixed his fangs to her
throat. The moment his fangs penetrated her flesh, Buffy realized
she was in trouble, and in it deep. His lips had locked against
her, and she could feel him slowly draining her. After a few
seconds, she began to feel lightheaded, and it was only then that
Angelus pulled away from her, blood trickling from the corner of
his lips. He smiled down on her, stroking her hair with one hand.
"See, Buffy?" he asked. "We can be together now, you know."
"In your dreams," she hissed, but she could barely make her
eyes focus on him.
"Every night," he chuckled. Then he let her hands go
completely and, still sitting on her, pulled a knife from his
jacket, making a swipe across his wrist. "Time for Buffy to have
a little snack," he said.
Buffy tried to twist away, but succeeded only in getting her
hand behind the gravestone where she had placed the stakes.
She swallowed hard as Angel reached down toward her, and
shut her mouth tight. The vampire was too busy pinning her nose
closed with the hand that was holding the knife to realize she
had pulled one of the stakes out.
Had Buffy not been ready to faint from lack of both blood
and oxygen, she probably wouldn't have done what she did. But she
was, and she couldn't think clearly enough to stop herself.
If Angelus hadn't been so intent on turning her into a
vampire, he would have seen the stake earlier.
As it was, neither realized what the Slayer was doing until
the stake connected with Angelus' chest, driving through once--
and missing his heart. Buffy jerked it back out as she heard
Angelus howl in pain. She felt something cold and hot slice
through her throat, then drive itself into her belly, and the
last thing she felt before the darkness took her was the stake
finding its target and then falling onto her gut as the pressure
there suddenly lightened and disappeared.
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 12:11:53 EDT
From: KylenRevik <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter One -- (2/2)
This is the second half of the first chapter, as the entire chapter was more
than 250 lines. Please send all comments to KylenRevik@aol.com.
If you miss any parts, please e-mail me and I will send them to you privately.
~
Place: Chase Residence.
Time: May 19th, 1:34 p.m.
Three sharp knocks on the door and a few seconds' wait, then
the door started to open. Xander held his breath. He didn't know
what he was expecting. What could have changed about Cordelia,
after all? She would, Xander was sure, still be the shallow, petty,
spiteful, gorgeous good-kisser-and-then-some she'd been when he'd
left Sunnydale after receiving news of Buffy's death.
Then the door was open and she was standing there, in front of
him. She'd gained a little weight, though she was still on the
slender side. Her hair was down, framing her face, and she was
wearing a trendy but plain blouse with a matching pair of slacks.
Their eyes fell upon each other, and for a moment Xander
wondered if it had been more than the decade he remembered since
they had last spoken-- she'd changed that much. There was an air of
maturity about her that hadn't been in the Sunnydale U fashion-
design major he'd broken an engagement with.
"Xander?" she asked. "My God, you haven't changed at all!"
He managed a weak smile. "Don't say that, I'd hate to think I
looked like this ten years ago."
She smiled slightly, standing aside and motioning for him to
come in. "I made lunch," she said.
He raised an eyebrow. Cordelia, cooking? "Is it safe to eat?"
"It's fine. Salad and sandwiches," she replied, moving into
the kitchen, which connected to the dining room. Her tone was a
joking one, but there was still an uneasy edge to it.
"So," he said quietly, following her. His eyes moved over
every piece of furniture and wall hanging he passed. Cordelia's
taste hadn't changed a bit-- the house was beautifully decorated.
"So," she echoed, her eyes lingering on him for a few seconds.
Then she cleared her throat and gestured to the dining room table.
"Have a seat?"
He nodded and sat, and Cordelia quickly placed a plate in
front of each of them. She seemed to be watching him, he soon
noticed. Though he supposed he could sit and eat, and pretend not
to notice...it might be better to find out why she couldn't seem
take her eyes off him. Figure out if she hated him for having left,
hated him for coming back, or hated him for any other particular
reason. He was about to say something when her lips parted and she
spoke.
"How's things?" she asked.
He shook his head, taking a sip of water. "Wouldn't you rather
start out with a question that has a slightly less depressing
answer?"
There was a slight, uneasy smile. "Okay. Where have you _been_
all this time?"
Xander shrugged. "Los Angeles," he said. "I transferred my
credits to UCLA and majored in communications. I'm working with a
few friends on an indie radio station."
Cordelia laughed slightly. "And I bet that pays well."
He shook his head good-naturedly. "Nah. Anna-Marie's the
breadwin--" He broke off abruptly, realizing what he was saying and
who he was saying it to.
Cordelia's expression was one of confusion. "Anna-Marie?"
"My...wife." He hoped. If she wasn't completely disgusted by
the way her husband let himself be ruled by the past, let his
memories guide every choice he made. God, what was he going to do
when he went home and the house was empty? What if he didn't solve
whatever problems it was he was having while he was here and had
the chance, and she never came home? What if he never saw the kids
again? Because, he was sure, Anna-Marie would do her damndest to
make sure he had little-to-no contact with Nina and Elliot, if it
came to the point where she honestly decided to divorce him.
It wasn't until he saw Cordelia watching him with a
questioning expression that Xander realized he had ceased paying
attention to her. "Sorry," he said briefly. "Didn't mean to drift.
I..." But the words to explain weren't there. "I shouldn't have
left," was what came out instead.
After a few silent, almost stunned seconds, his ex-fiancé
sighed. "Xander," Cordelia said quietly, I'm not...upset." She
said it in a tone that implied she was, but didn't want it to get
in the way of things.
He glanced up, almost surprised that she had hit on things so
quickly. "Why not?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Time's passed, for one. It's been too long
since I saw you to keep from realizing that you didn't have any
other choice when you left."
"I could have--"
"No you couldn't have," Cordelia interrupted. "We both know,
you weren't in love with me, anyway. You were in love with Buffy,
I was a convenient object for you to focus your attentions on when
you realized she wasn't going to reciprocate."
Dumbfounded by Cordelia's perceptiveness, Xander stared.
"I always knew you loved her," Cordelia continued softly. "In
a lot of ways, the first thing I felt when I found out about her
was relief, that I wouldn't have to worry about her taking you away
from me anymore."
Xander stared in surprise, but Cordelia must not have noticed
him, because she kept speaking.
"Not that it was anything I had ever needed to worry about,"
she continued, "but I didn't realize that till later, when Willow
reminded me that Buffy was too intent on saving Angel to try and
take..." She trailed off, her voice fading in her throat.
Hearing the names, spoken aloud for the first time in so many
years, Xander shook his head. "Cordelia..."
She shook her head, her eyes pleading with him to please let
her finish. "I scattered his ashes on her grave," Cordelia
whispered.
His eyes widened slightly. "You what?"
"She had asked me to," Cordelia said quietly. "Because she
didn't think any of you would be willing, if things didn't go the
way she was planning--"
Xander stared for another moment. "You--"
Tears were forming in Cordelia's eyes as she looked at him.
"I..."
"You knew."
For a moment, the only response was a slow nod. "I couldn't
blame any of you for anything because she told me what she was
going to do," Cordelia said, her voice back to a whisper so soft
Xander could barely hear her.
"My God..." Xander said, stunned by the revelation.
"Cordelia..."
"She made me promise not to tell any of you," Cordelia
whispered. "I...except for Willow, you're the only other one who
knows..."
Xander's stomach was doing a tumbling routine in his gut as
Xander stared, slowly rising from his seat. "I have to go," he said
softly.
"No!" Cordelia said quickly, rising. "Xander, please--"
"You could have stopped her," he said quietly. "God _damn_ it,
Cordelia, you could have said something and we could have stopped
her from--"
"I couldn't!" Cordelia broke in, her voice sounding somewhere
near desperate now. "Xander, you don't understand, she never
confided in me and I couldn't break my word because she never would
have again, and--"
"She _didn't_!" Xander was surprised by the force of his own
voice, and from the way Cordelia shrank back from him he had the
feeling she was, too. "She _died_ because we didn't know!"
There was a moment of silence, and Cordelia just shook her
head, wordlessly. Then, a soft whisper. "Maybe you should go," she
said.
Xander looked at Cordelia for a moment, all the pain and
loneliness and aching he'd battled all morning rushing back as the
anger fled. What had he been thinking? It wasn't Cordelia's fault,
it wasn't any of their faults, Buffy hadn't--
"Now," Cordelia broke in, her voice quivering.
Xander looked at her for a moment, wondering if there was any
way he could communicate the pain he felt at her words and the
shame at the recollection of his own. But he could tell it was
already too late.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, and for the second time in as
many hours he wasn't quite sure what he was apologizing for. He
only knew the apology was as sincere as he could have hoped to be.
"I'll go."
He was halfway down the front walk when he heard the door slam
shut behind him. Not letting himself look back, he climbed into his
car, pulled the door shut behind him, stepped on the gas pedal, and
drove away.
~
All comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please.
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 12:11:46 EDT
From: KylenRevik <KylenRevik@aol.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter One -- (1/2)
See Prologue for notes and disclaimers. All comments to KylenRevik@aol.com,
please.
Beginning w/this chapter, any chapter that is more than 250 lines will be
labeled in the following manner: "Future Imperfect" -- Chapter # -- (?/?). In
other words, chapter one will be two posts long.
If you miss any parts, please e-mail me off-list and I will send them to you
privately.
~
"Part One: Future Imperfect"
//I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again.//
-James Taylor, "Fire and Rain"
Place: Sunnydale Cemetery.
Time: May 19, 2012.
The clear, cold air brushed his face as Xander Harris stepped
up to a large marble headstone. He shut his eyes for a few seconds,
wondering what had happened that he had been driven back here after
so long. He had thought he'd put Sunnydale behind him.
His eyes fell to the grass, and he felt his chest constrict as
he crouched and brushed the blades with one palm-- the other was
holding a single yellow rose, which he'd bought on his way here.
The grass was soft, tickling his flesh. He almost smiled.
Then his eyes returned to the grave marker, and he choked
again. He pushed himself to his feet and stepped carefully over the
grave so he was nearer to the headstone.
Buffy Summers. Daughter and Friend. 1981-2002.
The words, written in cold marble, seemed so inadequate, to
describe the vibrant, charming, fierce, wonderful young woman
Xander had known.
He had never meant to come back here. He'd thought it would be
too painful, and he'd been right. His wife, an English professor at
UCLA, had left with their two children for the summer-- and
possibly a great deal longer, leaving him with nothing to do but
sit and brood and finally accept Willow's invitation to visit.
Anna-Marie had said something about how she was getting tired
of hearing about Buffy Summers and wonderful Sunnydale, and if it
was so amazingly incredible, then why hadn't he tried visiting the
girl's grave for once in his life?
Then she had packed up and gone, on a trip to her mother's
that was going to last the whole summer break. Taking Nina and
Elliot with her.
"I can't help it," he'd told her as her car had been pulling
out of the driveway, her window rolled down just enough for him to
speak. "That was a big part of my life."
"But it's _over_ now, Alex," she'd replied, her tone a bitter
one. "It's over and I want you to move on so you can be my
_husband_ again."
When Willow had called the next day, asking if he could come
for a visit, what could he do but accept the invitation? She had
been trying to convince him to come back to visit her for years,
but he'd never accepted. She had been overjoyed when he'd finally
accepted. She had wanted to take him to the grave herself, this
morning, but he had told her he wanted to have time to be alone
with their dead friend.
It was funny, he supposed, because he had never thought about
how brief Buffy's life would most likely be when they had become
friends. But it made sense, given the Slayer's lifestyle.
Even so.
He was still staring at the headstone an hour later, and he
hadn't said a word. Finally, realizing it was coming near lunch and
he had another visit to make, he took the rose from the damp paper
towel he'd wrapped it in, and laid it across the head of Buffy's
grave.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Sorry I waited so long. Sorry for
so many things. Wherever you are now, I hope you know that."
There was no answer from beyond the grave, and Xander knew he
hadn't sincerely expected, or hoped for one. Still, it was all he
could do to keep from looking back as he walked to his car, then
drove away from the cemetery.
~
All comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please.
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 11:31:05 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 10)
Here's another shorty for all you people who AREN'T giving me feedback.
C'mon, there's gotte be more than 10 people on this list!
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 10)
Angelus kicked his feet up on the large house, he had stolen from the
previous owners. Not so much stolen, as claimed. It's not like they'd
need it now, where they were.
Over and over he licked his lips, remembering soft lips, and shivering
body.=20
Desire was ruining all his plans. The timing had been set off, his
balance had fallen so to speak and he longed to see her again. Tonight
perhaps, she'd be at mass, she'd asked him to go with her, but he had
other plans=85
Decisions, decisions.
~
"Dru! Dru! Wake up Dru! Dru!"=20
Drusilla groaned as her little sister continued to bang on the door
screaming her name. She wondered where the nurses where, shouldn't they
be watching the child?
Drusilla got up to open the door, when she passed the mirror. She still
had a ton of powder on her face. And her hair was tangled all around
her, she hadn't even bothered to wash or braid it.
She'd been up all night thinking of Angelus.=20
She could still feel him holding her, kissing her, his voice was fresh
in her mind.
"Dru! Come on Drusilla! Wake up! Dru!"=20
Drusilla rolled her eyes and opened the door a little
"Dru?" Lydia said, as she looked at her sister "You look awful"=09
Drusilla began to close the door
"Wait! Dru! When will you be down? Will you come with me, I picked
fresh flowers and we're gonna go lay them on Reggie's grave"
Drusilla smiled at her sister. "I'll go with you in a minute. Let me
get ready first, all right?"
Lydia smiled and bounced around running down the stairs to tell her
mother that Dru would be going
Drusilla shut the door, and humming happily to herself went to bathe
herself before meeting her sister down stairs.
- --=20
~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~
<KBleyle@Earthlink.Net>
~ ` ~ Spikette ` Mercenary ~ ` ~=20
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=20
thought...' The Cure Wish)
------------------------------
Date: Sun, 10 May 1998 11:46:52 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 11)
Okay, okay. I think this makes 2 shorties in a row... But the next part
is longer. Promise!
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 11)
The three of them filed into the large house. Isabelle and her husband
with hands linked together and walked in the house, and Drusilla carried
little Lydia.
"Madam!" Came the voice of Lydia's nurse and Dru's former.
"Shhh!" Drusilla hissed angrily, soon changing to a smile as she eyed
out Lydia as though to tell the nurse not to wake her up.
"Oh! heh, sorry madam" the nurse whispered. "You've gotten a letter"
"A letter? From who?" Asked Isabelle.
Drusilla watched her father go up the stairs, rolling his eyes and
bobbing his head as he knew his wife would go into fanatics over the
stupid letter, gossiping and telling all the ladies in the country, the
world would know by noon, 'Drusilla's gotten a letter!'
Drusilla took the letter, gently shifting Lydia in her arms, and opened
the letter with her mother peering over her head.
'Dearest Drusilla,
I'm very sorry I could not meet with you for mass
tonight.
Matter of most urgent business has arisen. I would
Be honored if you would meet me later tonight, perhaps
In front of the church?
I will be waiting. I will understand if you choose not
To meet me.
Angelus O'Reily
"Drusilla!? What is the meaning of this?"
Drusilla was about to make up some excuses of meeting this gentleman at
the ball, and not wanting to go unsure of his intentions, when her
mother continued
"I didn't know you have any friends. Well, male friends. Why have I not
met him? Angelus.. what a splendid name, who is he?"
"I... umm.. that is, he's" Drusilla had to take a deep breath before
she continued "I met him at the dance, those past few days."
Isabelle's eyes lit up as she remembered the handsome man that had
spent nearly the entire night with her Dru.
~
Drusilla timidly looked at her mother, her unsure voice asking if she
may go to meet him tonight.
"If his intentions are well, Dru. You may go" She said, holding her
daughters arms.
Drusilla took a deep breath, thinking for a minute then smiled up at her
worrying mother.
"Yes, I believe he means well."
"Then go" Isabelle softly laughed, knowing her daughter wanted to met
this gentleman "Have fun Drusilla, and do not stay out to late, I fear
the streets are not safe, even with a man at your side"
Drusilla smiled as she gave Lydia to the nurse, so that she may tuck her
in for the night.
She quickly went outside and called the coachman.
- --
~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~
<KBleyle@Earthlink.Net>
~ ` ~ Spikette ` Mercenary ~ ` ~
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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