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buffyfic-digest          Friday, May 15 1998          Volume 02 : Number 189



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: otherverse 1: A Sword Against the Darkness
       BUFFYFIC: Saying Goodbye (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions, Part 2
       BUFFYFIC: Willow's Challenge (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" Interlude # 7: "Black," by Ingrid

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Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 00:50:13 -0400
From: Rick Smith <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: otherverse 1: A Sword Against the Darkness

AUTHOR=92S NOTE:  This story is set in an somewhat alternate Buffyverse. =
=20
While many of the characters exist here, they may be considerably
different than the ones you are used to.  The first few stories will be
short introductions to the characters, to give you some idea of what to
expect from them in my writings. My stories will usually involve
dismemberments and stuff like that.=20

Title: A Sword Against the Darkness
Author: R. Smith    ([e-mail])
Rated: R for violence (although this one is a bit tame)
Summary: Nah... read it.
Comments: Bring =91em on
Disclaimer:  The Buffy the Vampire universe, characters and concepts are
property of Josh Wheldon, Mutant Enemy, etc, etc... =20


Summer 1996, a Tuesday night, late.

    Xander pulled his sword from the steaming body of the demon.  He
glanced around to make sure the beast had no friends nearby, then strode
over to his supply bag.  He pulled a cloth from the bag and carefully
wiped the gore from his blade.  After sheathing the sword, he looked
himself over.  He had a few superficial cuts and scratches, but beyond
that, he was pretty well off (besides being covered in demon blood.)=20
He=92d have to make sure his wounds were well cleaned when he got home;
there was always a danger of infection when you got that stuff under
your skin.
    =93What have we here?=94 whispered a voice from his left.
    =93Looks like the Hunter himself,=94 whispered another, this time from h=
is
right.
    Xander looked up to find two pale, fanged individuals smiling hungrily
at him.
    =93Hey, guys,=94 Xander smiled, =93You wouldn=92t be interested in just =
going
on about your business, would you?  I=92ve already had a pretty hard nigh=
t
here.=94
    The vampires just smiled and moved toward him.
    =93Didn=92t think so,=94 he said, and thought to himself, =93So much for=
 an
early night.=94
    His sword hissed as it cleared the scabbard.  It glimmered menacingly
in the moonlight, causing the vampires to pause.  Then they chuckled.
    =93Can=92t kill us with steel, little man,=94 said the one on the right,
=93Don't you know anything about vampires?=94
    =93This is no ordinary steel, bat boy,=94 Xander replied, =93This sword =
was
blessed by the Pope 392 years ago, specifically for killing demons.=20
Last I heard, vampires were really nothing more than humans possessed by
something..... what was that word?  Oh, yeah -- demons.  So I figure
it=92ll work on you just fine.=94
    During this exchange, the vampires had been spreading out, trying to
catch Xander between them.  Years of training kept that from happening,
however, when Xander suddenly lunged at one of them, causing him to jerk
back, and before that vampire could recover, he turned on the other one
and split it from crotch to chin in one stroke.
    The vampire screamed as the wound began to smoke, and it fell writhing
to the ground, trying to hold it=92s guts in.
    Xander moved toward the other vampire, holding the sword ready to
strike or parry as needed.  He moved like a cat, never losing even the
slightest bit of balance.
    The vampire looked over at it=92s fallen companion and decided that
staying was not likely to improve it=92s chances of survival.
    As it turned to run, Xander chuckled, =93Uh-uh, ugly.  I was just kiddin=
g
earlier when I said you could go about your business.  I=92m afraid I=92m
not allowed to let you live.=94
    The vampire got set to run, and as it planted it=92s feet, Xander swung
the sword low, taking off one of it=92s legs at the knee.  It fell,
howling, and clutching the bloody stump, as Xander moved up behind it.=20
His sword whistled as he swung it overhand, splitting the vampire=92s hea=
d
in two and silencing it=92s screams forever.
    He calmly walked over to the other one as it lay twitching and bleeding
on the ground.
    =93Time for you to do that eternal rest thing,=94 he said to it, and wit=
h a
flick of his sword blade, he took it=92s head off.
    Xander looked around the clearing.  He'd been lucky tonight.  Lucky the
demon hadn't hurt him worse.  Lucky that the vampires had obviously been
newborns. Lucky there hadn't been more of them.  He could kill vampires,
but he was poorly equipped to do so. He just wasn't the Slayer. =20
    He'd heard that she'd finally been found, in L. A. of all places, and
he really hoped that her Watcher could convince her that the Hellmouth
was the place for her.  Otherwise, sooner or later, Xander was going to
run into a pack too big for him to kill.     He paused a moment, chanting
something quietly in Latin.  Then he walked over and got his bag and
headed for home.  At his back, the three corpses burst into flame.  When
the people of Sunnydale walked through this park tomorrow, they=92d find
nothing more disturbing than a little fine ash on the ground.




>>>That's it for now folks, hope you liked it a little.  More to come soo=
n.<<<

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Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 10:22:22 EDT
From: Redfire98 <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Saying Goodbye (1/1)

TITLE:  Saying Goodbye
AUTHOR:  Tamara
EMAIL:  [e-mail]
FEEDBACK:  Since I'm really iffy on this one, feedback is a must.
DIST:  Eventually my page.  All others please ask.
RATING:  PG
SUMMARY:  The title says it all really.  It's Buffy and Angel and it's after
soul restoration.  It's sappy, it's sad.  I apologize.  Profusely.  I also
make
up stuff to suit my own purposes, so just flow with it.
DISCLAIMER:  I don't own any of the BtVS characters.  They belong to Joss
Whedon, WB, and Fox.  I'm just borrowing them while I mess with their
heads and make their lives miserable.  And I don't make them miserable on
purpose.  My mind has a mind of it's own and it does not listen to me.
Especially after that last incident...but let's get on with the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Saying Goodbye


Sporting a smug smile, Buffy pulled a stake from behind her back and
presented it to her prey.  He looked at her, surprised, for a moment before
foolishness took over and he lunged at her.  She stepped to the right,
avoiding
his attack.

"Bye bye," she said sweetly and with one smooth thrust, she plunged
the stake deep into the vampire's heart.  Just as he was exploding into
a cloud of dust her Slayer sense told her a certain special vampire was
around.

She considered, breifly, to just walk away.  She wasn't really sure she
wanted to deal with Angel right now, or the whole list of things that
happened whenever they were together lately.  But running away wouldn't
help.  Sheathing the stake back in the sleeve of her jacket, the one he'd
given her, she turned to greet him.

Her words of welcome were never vocalized once she saw him.  He
really didn't look much different.  He was dressed in his usual black
jeans and leather jacket.  But instead of the usual white shirt he wore
the dark green sweater she'd bought him a year ago.  When things had
been happy between them.

At that inadvertent reminder that all was not well, Buffy turned and started
to walk away.  Only his softly spoken words stopped her.

"Come back," Angel called out to her.  "Please."

It was the please, spoken so softly, so painfully, that halted her.  That
and the fact that even upset with Angel she couldn't help herself when he
spoke to her like that.  Cursing herself a fool a thousand times over, she
turned back to him.  When she looked into his eyes she saw something
there that told her this meeting was different.  Angel hadn't come to hash
out their differences, he hadn't come to have a heart to heart.  Something
was going on and Buffy knew she wasn't going to like it.

"What's happening?" she asked him, a tinge of fear in her voice.

Angel looked away for a moment, and Buffy knew her thoughts were right.

"I'm leaving," Angel stated calmly.  If it hadn't been for the sadness in his
eyes Buffy would have thought he wasn't affected by this.

But Buffy couldn't pretend this wasn't hurting her.  Before Angel could
see the tears in her eyes Buffy turned and stalked away.  She heard
Angel trailing after her, but she gave no thought to it.  The only thing
her mind could focus on was that Angel was leaving.  And odds were he
wasn't coming back.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she'd known this was coming.
For a while things had been so great between them.  They'd been so
happy.  Whenever she had doubts that things were too good between
them she pushed them away, thinking maybe it was time for her to
finally be happy.  But things had gotten bad and then they'd gotten
worse.  But through it all she'd held on to one sliver of hope, thinking
that maybe if they got through the worst of times, they'd be happy again.

She stopped suddenly and, disregarding tears, she turned back to him.

"Why?" she asked him, confusion, disbelief and pain clear in her voice.

Angel closed his eyes not wanting to see the tears he'd seen so many
times before, knowing that he was the one causing them.

"Buffy, you know why," he said facing her once again.  "It's the best thing.
For both of us."

Buffy cried out in frustration.  "You're running again," she accused in anger.

Angel sighed as the jab hit home.  But he couldn't deny it.  "You're right,"
he admitted.  "I am running away.  You know as well as I do that things are
not working out.  As much as we try, and as hard as we wish it, things will
never be the same.  I can't stay here, seeing you everyday, knowing that
we'll never get what we had back."

They'd had this arguement before and Buffy didn't want to get into it again,
but she had to know why they couldn't try to work it out.

Their problems had happened so suddenly.  It had all started that one
night a year ago, the night that Angel had lost his soul.  Buffy still
held a small amount of guilt for that little episode.  For six months,
Angel's demon had roamed Sunnydale, making life a living hell for her
and the others.  And then just as suddenly as he'd been taken away,
with the help of the restoration spell, Angel returned.  She'd
thought with Angel back, things could go back to the way they'd been
before, she'd hoped they could be happy together.  She hadn't counted
on her inability to seperate Angel and Angelus, even when she knew
her Angel was back.  She hadn't counted on him shutting her out
so completely that she felt the loss of him deeper than when he'd been
gone before.

But even though they couldn't be in a room together without yelling,
Buffy knew they still loved each other.  And she knew they could work
things out.  If only they tried.  But now that Angel was leaving she
didn't think they'd get the chance.  And she couldn't accept that.

"I miss being with you," Angel continued softly.  "The way things are
going we'll never get back to that.  Hell, we can't even strike up a
friendship.  The best thing, for both of us, is for me to just leave."

Buffy shook her head, denying his words.  "Angel, you can't leave me,"
she said softly.  "I need you."

"No as much as you think."

Buffy smiled sadly.  "More than you know."

Angel looked away for a moment.  "Buffy, I'm leaving.  Nothing is going
to change that."

At that simple statement Buffy was positive she felt something inside
her break, but she wasn't going to dwell on it now.  She knew now that he
really was leaving.  No amount of pleading or wanting on her part was
going to make him stay.

"Have you told the others?" Buffy asked him trying to get her mind on
something else, trying to focus her mind on something other than the pain.

Angel nodded.  "I talked to Giles before I came to find you."

Buffy sighed, grateful that she wouldn't have to break the news to the
others.  The only bad thing was that they were going to treat her with
kid gloves for the next couple of days.  She wasn't looking forward to that.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears.  "Losing you," she
said after a moment.  "Losing you scares me.  I'm not sure I can handle it.
Not again."

"You're not losing me, Buffy," he said, attempting to reassure her.

Again, her lips lifted in a sad smile.  "Yes, I am."

Now that she knew he was leaving, knew that after this night they'd be
apart forever, all the arguements, the yelling, the fighting, they didn't
matter anymore.  The angry silences, the subtle insults, all seemed so petty.
They'd wasted so much time and now it was too late.

As if by pulled by some unstoppable force, Angel and Buffy walked
toward each other until there was no space between them.

"With you gone I'll have to argue with Giles.  He'll be so upset." Buffy
said smiling once again.  "And no more late night talks with Will about
our dates.  And you're leaving before our date to mom's big art show."

"You'll find another date," Angel insisted.  He didn't sound too
enthusiastic about the idea though.

Buffy chuckled.  "I don't want another date."

Angel pulled Buffy into his arms bringing her closer to him.  "If I'd known
I was leaving I wouldn't have started that fight last night."

"There are lots of things I would have done if I'd known you were leaving."

"I'm going to miss you," Angel whispered softly.

Buffy leaned forward and placed her lips on his.  Angel pulled her closer
crushing her in his arms.  When Buffy pulled away Angel wiped the tears
from her eyes.

"I love you," he told her knowing that maybe she deserved to hear it again.

"I love you, too," she whispered in answer.  Then she stepped back and
let him go.

She watched as he disappeared silently into the night, his body
blending into the shadows until they became one.  He'd exited her life
exactly the way he'd come into it and, despite her sadness, she smiled.
And when she couldn't see him anymore she sat down on the ground of
the cemetery and finally allowed herself to really cry.

The End
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tamara, CtH Mistress   ~ [e-mail] ~
UCS ~ Spikette ~ SGEB ~ SunS Worshipper ~ RABID ~ GASP
Webpage:   http://members.tripod.com/~Aramat1/index.html
"We're like artists and this is how we screw ourselves." -Jane, "Daria"
"I think, therefore I'm single." -Lizz Winstead

------------------------------

Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 07:37:49 PDT
From: "Jennifer M." <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions, Part 2

TITLE: Best Intentions
AUTHOR: Jennifer M. ([e-mail])
SUMMARY: What would happen if Buffy's mom found her diary?
RATING: PG.
TIME PERIOD: Maybe past Becoming 1?
THANKYOUS:  Thanks Leslie S.!
FEEDBACK: Please!  Any constructive criticism would be greatly
appreciated.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask.
DISCLAIMER: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, et al.  The
idea is mine, though!


Best Intentions Part 2/15(?)

The next morning, Buffy got up, dressed, took special care to put
on her cross necklace and Claddaugh ring, and went to find her
mother.  What she found was something else.

She walked into the kitchen and was grabbed and held firmly by two men.
Two *really* large men.  Even with her Slayer strength, Buffy could not
pull free of them.  The men exchanged looks, surprised by the small
girl's strength, but they held on.  She looked up at them, and shouted,
"Hey! Let me go!  Are you trying to rip my arms off?  MOM!"

"Buffy, I know what you're thinking, but, honey, this really is
for the best," her mother said from the other side of the kitchen.

She looked at her mother with hurt, confusion, anger and fear
written all over her face.  But the emotion that got to Joyce the
most was the betrayal showing in her daughter's eyes.  "Mom!
What are you doing?"

"Buffy, I think you need some time to talk to some people, get
some rest."

Buffy was still pulling to get away from the men that held her.
"Get *off* me!  Mom!  Tell them to let me go!"  Her slayer strength
was failing her.

"No, Buffy.  I think this is for the best.  I think you may be in
some kind of trouble, and you really need some time to get
things into perspective."  Joyce had rehearsed this speech, but
it just didn't sound right coming out of her mouth.  Her resolve
almost melted away.  "Honey, you just need a break.  You need
some time to relax and get some therapy.  I'm afraid, Buffy."
The tears that Joyce had been holding back finally began to stream
down her face.

Buffy stopped fighting the two men.  Very calmly, "OK, mom.  But,
do me this one favor.  Go to Mr. Giles, you know, the librarian,
and tell him what you had to do, and ask him to give you the
explanation that you couldn't wait to hear from both of us."  The
men started to drag her towards the back door.  "Mom!  Come on,
tell me that you'll do that!  Please!"

Joyce looked away, her hands covering her face as her tears
continued to fall.

The two men dragged Buffy outside to the waiting van, where they
forcefully strapped her down.  "Look, you don't have to tie it so
tight, do you? Ouch!"

They ignored her, and went to the front of the van, and drove away
from her house.

Joyce was in the kitchen crying uncontrollably.  "Oh, Buffy.  Why
couldn't you just talk to me?"


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Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 13:22:09 -0400
From: Jessica Dubois <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Willow's Challenge (1/1)

Title:  Willow's Challenge (1/1)
Author: Jessica Dubois
E-mail: [e-mail]
Distribution: Please ask first. It'll be archived eventually at my own
site, The Place Where Forbidden Love Dwells,
<http://www3.sympatico.ca/jessica.dubois>
Rating: PG
Summery: It's a short piece, and mostly fluff. Just read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow or Angel. Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, and
'Grr Arg' do. No copyright infringement intended. No profit is being
made.
Feedback: Yes, please.

Willow's Challenge
By: Jessica Dubois

    Willow stirred her untouched coffee, and sighed as she glanced around
the Bronze. Things had been hairy lately, with Ampata and Ford trying to
mess up their lives, not to mention that whole thing at Halloween. But
things were not so bad now. Almost normal. Willow hoped that they would
stay normal.

    Willow was bored. Buffy was patrolling, Xander was away for the weekend
with his parents, and Giles was up to his neck in books. Willow smiled
faintly. <How appropriate, considering...> Her thought trailed off as
she glanced up and saw Angel coming towards her. He smiled, and Willow
felt happiness bubble inside of her. Angel was a good friend, despite
the... vampire thing.

    "How are you, Willow?" he asked, as he motioned as to whether he could
sit. She quickly nodded her head, and smiled.

    "Good. If you're looking for Buffy, she's out patrolling."

    Angel smiled. "I know. But vamp activity is pretty low right now. So
she'll be fine. I thought that since Xander was away, you might like
some company." Willow smiled brightly.

    "I could always use company. Especially since I rarely see you, and you
rarely talk, and we really..." Willow looked down, embarrassed. "And I
really should be quiet now."

    Angel gave a small chuckle. "It's alright, Willow. I don't mind if you
babble. It almost makes me feel... normal." Angel looked down, as
Willow's head shot up.

    "You are normal, in a..." Willow frowned. "Ok, you're not normal. But
you're special, but you still deserve to feel happy." Angel made a grim
rueful sound. "You do," Willow said firmly. "You're a great guy, and a
great friend. You help people, and if it weren't for you, Buffy, Xander
and I would probably be dead."

    "Don't say that," Angel said grimly.

    "It's true," Willow said softly. "And I want to thank you for it."
Angel looked at her with torture in his eyes.

    "I didn't do anything." Angel looked around a little wildly. "I should
go." He moved to get up, but Willow put a hand on his arm, and he
paused.

    "Angel. I'm your friend, and I'm always here for you. Remember that,
ok?" Angel nodded, and headed off. Willow sighed again.

    Angel was so sad. She really wished she could help him be happy, but it
was a real challenge. He refused to accept that he had friends, and that
he wasn't alone anymore. But she refused to give up on him. She would
wait as long as it took, until he accepted their friendship. And then,
she, they all would, teach him how to be truly happy.

    Willow smiled, as she continued to stir her still untouched coffee.
<Well,> she thought. <I'm not bored anymore.> She smirked lightly, as
her mind whirled with ideas on how to bring Angel truly into their fold.

Fin

    Author's Note: I'm building an Angel/Willow fan fiction archive, and I
would like to ask that if anyone had Angel/Willow fic, to please send it
my way. And feedback on this piece is greatly wanted.

Jessica
- --
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"She's dancing... Dancing with Death!" - Drucilla, IOHE4U

Keeper of Willow's Spellcasting Ability

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Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 17:33:24 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" Interlude # 7: "Black," by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Buffy, Giles, Cordelia,
Spike, Xander, Drusilla, Willow, Angel & co. are the property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions,
and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without
permission. The author claims no rights to these characters.
SUMMARY: What ever happened to Willow that night?
STORY INFO: This series is meant as a companion
to "Reunion." (The flashbacks take place about 9 years
beforehand.) If you havenÆt read "Reunion," this wonÆt
make much sense to you. If you donÆt have parts 1-16
of it, you can write to me and request them.
FORGIVE my mistakes. I was in a sleep-like state when
I wrote this. I donÆt *think* there are any mechanical errors,
but IÆm sure youÆll find plenty. Please disregard!

"Reunion" Interlude # 8:
"Black"
by Ingrid

All was black around her. She hovered there for a time, searched
for anything, but there was nothing. Dead?

Hours, sheÆd been here. She was beginning to feel the edges of her
brain starting to curl.

She tried to pull her legs up; to sit up and fall asleep- anything was
preferable to this terrible consciousness. Her neck snapped as her head
slammed into something not a few feet above where sheÆd been laying.
Knots formed, teeth clenched, but it couldnÆt prepare her for the
jolt of pain traveling directly down her spine like a bolt of lightning.

Air escaped her lungs, but she didnÆt scream. She was in too much
pain for that. She waited, trying to concentrate on anything but her
broken bones. It was useless. There was nothing. Her head would
soon roll off, she was sure, having nothing to keep it from lolling
back into the dark.

Then she moved her head just slightly, and convulsed when the pinched
nerve at the base of her skull seemed to tear- the last remaining
attachment between head and body.

She screamed and thrashed about. It wouldnÆt go. WouldnÆt leave. She hit
something like a comforter on her right and froze. Something padded.

She pushed out with her arms. Padded and solid on all sides. Felt the
long
dress she was wearing. She hadnÆt been wearing this, and why this
tight collar?

Her neck throbbed again, strong and needle-like. She saw red, and
suddenly it all made sense. The padded walls, her dress clothing. She
was dead.

No. Undead.

Six feet under the ground

She choked on the darkness around her. She was suffocating. She kicked
hard at the invisible ceiling hysterically. To her shock, the lid swung
open,
and she saw stars above her. Many feet above. Roots reached out from the
levels of sediment like hands seeking to hold her in. She had to get out.


Taking a deep breath, she swung up, pressed her feet to the floor for
extra height, and leapt onto the side of her tunnel to the sky. The rest
of the way she clawed with lightning speed. The needles penetrating
her neck only drove her to work faster. She crawled out and stood,
running as soon as she was able to stand.

She didnÆt know where she was going. Just away from this place.
The woods were close at hand, and she threw herself into the densest
patch of trees she could find. Her mission accomplished, she collapsed.

***
END, interlude 8.

"I have no doubt in my mind that there is a circle of hell
dedicated solely to forcing its inhabitants to write research
papers."

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