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buffyfic-digest          Monday, May 18 1998          Volume 02 : Number 193



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (18/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: "Every New Beginning"
       Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: "Every New Beginning"
       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (19/?)
       BUFFYFIC: otherverse 2: When Angel Fell
       BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 21)
       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (8/?)

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Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 10:34:18 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (18/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia,
Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company 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: Continued dream sequence, CordeliaÆs, then
some real life- Buffy and Giles.
WELCOME to my story. It takes place ten years
into the future, but IÆm not telling you whatÆs happened in
advance. ThatÆs happening through interludes.
FEEDBACK: I love to get feedback, except when my
mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway!
My address is [e-mail].
REQUESTS FOR PARTS: If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs because you havenÆt read the other parts. If you want
to get this, ask me for them!

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Eighteen: "It Continues"
*********

Maybe it *was* something about that night, or maybe it was
the large icy house, where dreams could float under high
ceilings. There was even the potential for a nightmare or
two.

Maybe it was the house.

~~~~

It was vague, and itÆs vagueness was precisely what made it
terrifying. Spike. Buffy. Angel. Willow. Xander. Corin. Death.
Dead.

Blood.

Those pretty stars like a wreath in her hair, dancing above her
tired eyes.

Solid black window. Blood smeared across. Violence. Death.

Suddenly, something shook the center of her being. It was
wrong. There was something terribly wrong, and she looked
up at WillowÆs face, malicious and innocent all at once, her
eyes sparkling blue, pretty and dead.

Betraying, betrayed- what did it matter? Someone was going
to die, and she saw it. Someone was going to die violently.
Suddenly, but aware.

She let out a muffled cry and her eyes snapped open.

Xander was awake too.

~~~~

Buffy toweled her wet hair absently. She had a vague sense of
doom; of something rising that she couldnÆt stop. But she
couldnÆt think. She just had to be prepared to meet whatever
it was an destroy it. For good.

The sunlight was flitting through the blinds, doing nothing to
subdue the overall coldness of the room. It could only play
on the corners of the bed making one wish for summer.

She pulled on her shirt and opened the door.

Immaculate. The room was immaculate and vacant with one
stain in the center of the room. Giles was sitting at the glass
table, reading some book or another and he looked up
instantaneously.

Both froze. Suddenly, they both stood up and crossed the
room. They fumbled for a minute before Giles let her have
a gentle one-armed hug.

He was about to release her, but Buffy held on, years of
memories and flashes of light running together before her
eyes.

She took a deep breath and let him go. It didnÆt take much
to set her off, and she found herself sniffling and wiping at
her brimming eyes.

"Hello, Buffy."

"Hi, Giles."

*****
END, part 18

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Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 10:49:07 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: "Every New Beginning"

 Kylen-

Fantastic. The world needs more Cordelia / Xander 'shippers.

- -Ingrid

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Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 11:38:08 EDT
From: KylenRevik <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: "Every New Beginning"

In a message dated 98-05-17 10:51:30 EDT, [e-mail] writes:

>Fantastic.

::claps happily and does the happy dance:: Yea! :)

>The world needs more Cordelia / Xander 'shippers.

Yeah, completely agreed. Anybody got a site?

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Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 12:02:42 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (19/?)

DISCLAIMER: The characters of Angel, Buffy, Cordelia,
Willow, Xander, Jenny, Giles & company 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: Continued dream sequence, CordeliaÆs, then
WillowÆs.
WELCOME to my story. It takes place ten years
into the future, but IÆm not telling you whatÆs happened in
advance. ThatÆs happening through interludes.
FEEDBACK: I love to get feedback, except when my
mailbox explodes, which is often, but send it anyway!
My address is [e-mail].
REQUESTS FOR PARTS: If you donÆt get this,
thatÆs because you havenÆt read the other parts. If you want
to get this, ask me for them!

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Nineteen: "Hurt"
*********

He looked older than he should have, and tired.

"I missed you."

"I- I missed you too, Buffy."

"So much has happened."

"I know."

"How have you been?"

"IÆve been busy. With my work at the museum. They
kept all my things. Imagine- all those years."

"ThatÆs incredible. You like it there?"

"ItÆs home. ItÆs where I grew up."

"I know I already said this, but I miss you. I know you
donÆt wanna dig up the past, but canÆt you forgive him
finally? CanÆt you stop running away from us? I miss
you, Giles!" Her voice steadily rose to a wavering
shout.

"Buffy- I canÆt æjust forgive him.Æ He killed her!"

"It wasnÆt him."

"Maybe it wasnÆt, but every time I look at him, itÆs all
I can think about."

"Get over it Giles. Her life is over. Are you trying to
repay Angel by hurting me?" She was shaking.

"IÆm not trying to hurt you, Buffy. I would never-"

"Yes you would. YouÆre mad because I forgave him,
and you couldnÆt. But youÆre not mad at him. YouÆre
mad at yourself. You hate yourself for letting it happen.
For not being there when she needed you. When she
died."

"Buffy!"

"It wasnÆt your fault, Giles. How could you have known?"

He stumbled backwards. "I just should have, thatÆs all.
I was angry with her, and she died trying to get back
*my* trust. She died and I didnÆt trust her. She didnÆt
die peacefully. She was scared. She was running away
from him, and I couldnÆt stop it."

"You couldnÆt protect her. But it wasnÆt your fault."

"It hurts." He took in a choked breath.

"I know."

"I canÆt-"

"Giles, you have to get past this. I miss you, damnit!" Then
quieter. "I miss you. You know she wouldnÆt want you to
do this. SheÆd want you to go on."

"It hurts."

"I know."

She wrapped her arms around him and wiped at her own tears.

***
END, 19.

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Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 13:20:58 -0400
From: Rick Smith <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: otherverse 2: When Angel Fell

AUTHOR=92S NOTE:  This is not the Buffyverse you=92re used to, the names =
are
the same, but some of the characters have very different backgrounds and
personalities.
See =93A Sword Against the Darkness=94 for Xander=92s intro.

Title: When Angel Fell
Author: R. Smith    ([e-mail])
Summary: It=92s about Angelus.
Comments: Bring =91em on.
Disclaimer:  The Buffy the Vampire Slayer universe, characters and
concepts are property of Josh Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc, etc... =20


The Past

    Angelus crashed through the woods, a force just beginning to crush his
heart. He moved fluidly, quickly, but he could feel his steps beginning
to falter, just a little. He stepped up the pace. If he didn=92t get ther=
e
soon enough, he=92d be done for. He felt Fear like a palpable beast at hi=
s
back, nipping at his heels, and whispering, =93You=92re doomed,=94 over a=
nd
over again. =20
    Damned gypsies.  If he=92d known it was going to be this much trouble,
he=92d have let the girl live.  Well, the joke was going to be on them in
a second, because thanks to poor, lost Drusilla, he knew what they were
up to, and that gave him time to do something about it.
    Another twinge in his unbeating heart.  They=92d started the next phase
of the spell.  Damn Dru!  Why did it always take so long to get anything
useful out of her disjointed ramblings.  All that =93A shadow is coming
and it makes my head hurt=94 gibberish.  If he ended up too far away to
stop this, he=92d stake her himself.
    Finally, he could see the lights of their camp, and hear the old woman
chanting somewhere besides in his own head.  He let the change take him,
and with a roar, burst into the clearing.
    The gypsies had prepared for the possibility that he=92d come, but they
weren=92t ready for the sheer ferocity of his attack.  He wasn=92t here f=
or
food, so he could let the demon have free reign.  He broke necks and
ripped out throats and left shattered bodies in his wake as he made a
bee-line for the old woman=92s tent.  He leaped over the cold body of the
girl he=92d killed, and there was nothing between the witch and himself
but 20 feet of open ground. She was still chanting, her eyes wide with
terror, rushing a little as she tried to finish the spell before it was
too late. =20
    Angelus could feel something twist in his guts, and knew that he was
out of time.  If he didn=92t kill her now, it would be all over for him.=20
He cleared the distance between them in two bounds, and grabbed the
woman by the throat, lifting her clear of the ground by a good three
feet.  Her lips still moved in a silent chant, and Angelus glanced
around and saw the sphere on the ground, glowing with a swirling
energy.  He could _almost_ see himself inside it.  With a cry, he kicked
it, sending it sailing far into the woods, where it bounced, still
glowing, into a rabbits hole.
    He gave the woman a shake, hard enough to rattle her teeth, and broke
her chanting.
    As relief washed over him, he snarled, =93Sorry, witch, but I don=92t
_want_ my soul back. I=92m very happy just the way I am. You should have
left me alone.=94 He could hear more gypsies coming, and knew he had to
finish this now, before he was overwhelmed.  Her shook her again, this
time like a dog with a rabbit, and smiled as he heard her spine snap.
    He dropped her, and turned to go, but as he did, he heard her
whispering.  He leaned down to hear what she had to say.
    =93...no spell, no candle. You will meet your love, and she will despise
you. You will know no peace or joy until you find her. You will _suffer_
without her until she joins you with your lost soul. This is my dying
curse, may the Gods of my people make it so.=94=20
    As she pronounced the last word, Angelus felt as if a fist had landed
directly on his heart. He felt an ache that he could not begin to
understand --  a longing so profound that he almost didn=92t dodge when
the first gypsy tried to stake him.
    The attack did, however, pull him back to the here and now.  He roved
through the forest that night, killing every man, woman and child of the
tribe that he could find.  Then he went back and took all the arcane
texts that the woman had hidden in her tent.  No gypsy would try that on
him again.

    The years passed slowly for Angelus.  He became quiet and withdrawn, no
longer taking any pleasure from tormenting the living.  He fed and he
slept, and periodically he went into bestial killing rages which left
dozens dead in his wake.
    After the curse, Drusilla got constant visions of his =93love=94, and we=
nt
on and on about her until in a rage, Angelus put a stake in her heart.=20
From then on, he had no-one.  He wandered the world like a ghost. taking
what he needed to live, killing whenever the mood took him, and moving
on -- constantly searching for a woman who would despise him.
    He went to America in 1951.  There were less of his kind there, so the
skills and knowledge of hunting them were less prevalent.  He slowly
moved west, drawn by some force, and ended up in Sunnydale, a small
community built, ironically, right on top of one of the largest
concentrations of evil ever discovered.  He came into conflict with the
local vampire power clique there, a group run by an elder known as =93The
Master=94 who had the =93my way or the highway=94 attitude toward all vam=
pires
who lived in Sunnydale.  The old bastard was a joke, and Angelus told
him so. So, in a community filled with vampires, Angelus was still
alone.
    Then _she_ came to Sunnydale, and his long-unbeating heart broke at the
sight of her.  She was fair, and bright, and beautiful.  And she was the
Slayer.      =93What an amazing cosmic joke,=94 he thought, laughing despite
himself, =93A vampire in love with the Slayer. This is just too much.=94
    He thought about staking himself, then. He had dispaired of ever
finding her, but he=92d been sure that when he did, he could use his
Hell-given abilities to turn her to his will.  But the Slayer was
well-known for her resistance to such tricks.  His doom settled on him
like a cloak.  He=92d have to win her the old-fashioned way, and he was
_very_ out of practice at the ways of men and women.
    He did what he could.  He helped her against the Master; and slowly,
she began to care for him. =20
    She came upon him feeding one night, however, and as he looked up from
the woman=92s throat, he saw the hatred build in her eyes.  She tried to
kill him, right then and there, but he escaped, howling in agony at his
failure.
    He tried to explain to her, hating himself for his weakness, but every
time he got near her, she attacked.
    One dark night, he decided that if he could never know peace because of
her, then she=92d never it because of him.  When she beat the Master,
Angelus was there to take over for him. =20
    A new leader ruled the underworld with a dark, malicious will, a leader
who didn=92t want power.  No..., Angelus, the Dark Angel, had come to an
accord with himself.  No peace for him meant no peace for the world. If
he couldn=92t be happy, he=92d be covered in blood.  A new age was dawnin=
g,
a dark age where the sun never rises.  And Angelus would make sure that
the Slayer was there to see it.

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

Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 14:27:31 -0700
From: LadySun <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 21)

Charlotte Sometimes (part 21)


And I hated the whole funeral. The whole thing. I sat there, so silent,
listening to the sweet, sweet sermon. But the whole time there I felt as
though I were being forced.
Forced to behave myself when I wanted to scream. Forced to sit still
when all I really wanted was to kick and yell with all my might. And the
only people that were aloud to cry and scream at this injustice where
the people who didn't care. Grandmother and Mamma.
I couldn't look at the his body, I couldn't see papa's face one last
time. The vile killer had seen to that. This hurt. Unable to say goodbye
the proper way.
Unable to see him one last time for I'd been out with a man...
            Then, nearly an hour into the sermon, I begin to feel as
though I was not aloud to mourn, and I felt all the glares as the family
watching us. Lydia, Mother and me. They shook their heads and bowed
their necks, making sure I stay the prim and proper lady I had become.
Allowing the tears to well up around my eyes, the black veil letting me
silently mourn.
    But I wanted to scream. Needed to cry with real energy.
    Such unfair thoughts....
    My heart actually felt heavy. Just like how they say in the books 'with
heavy hearts' I feel as though it may drag down my entire being with its
incredible weight.

    As the sermon finally came to an end, I couldn't lift my body out of
the pews. The ache of my heart and body and soul are to much.
    Then I realize all it takes is Lydia's sad face to lift me up.
    She's to young to understand. To young to be in a place of such grief.
And though it goes against all Catholic values I have I want her out of
here. I don't... I can't let her understand this awful thing. I shudder
to think she will someday understand what has happened.

~
    He waited outside.
    How could he go inside?
    Not that god could keep him out or anything, but to see his Drusilla so
sad?
    Angelus Chuckled.
    They were coming out and that's all that mattered.

    She didn't see him. Too busy hiding behind her mother, obvious to
Angelus she was avoiding the family. Curious to think she avoided what
was all around her...
The site could make him cry.
    Where it not so amusing, he lingered around the patrons coming out of
the church, watching his love with hooded eyes.
    He wanted to see her face, her tears falling around reddened eyes, but
that damn veil hid her.
      She wouldn't come to him. she'd be in morning for a long while.
    His thoughts told him now was a perfect time to strike, while she was
so vulnerable. But his mind told him no. There was too much fun ahead,
to be ruined with rash impatience.

It was the very instant that she willed her red tear'd eyes to glance up
that she recognized him, he looked so distraught, saddened for her.
Through all the crowed she ever so slowly made her way to him.

    He took her hand, ever so gently, once again kissing the palm side laid
heartfelt  eyes on her.
    "I'm so sorry Drusilla... I heard of the..." he looked at her face,
hand trembling under his own as she tried to still her emotions "..
Accident"
    False pity, but it seemed so real as his voice cracked near the end of
his thoughtless sentence.

    She took in a large breath as though to speak, but no words came
through.
Ohh, the desire to lift that veil. But how could her do that to her?

She bowed her head, unable to discuss anything, and it took 50 years of
control to keep the smile from his face, to stay still and say nothing.
For Drusilla.



- --

               ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~
             <[e-mail]>
         ~ ` ~ 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)

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

Date: Mon, 18 May 1998 10:50:01 EDT
From: Aglx <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (8/?)

Title: Love's Revival (8/?)
Author: Michelle
Email Addy: [e-mail]
Rating: PG
Spoiler: All episodes up to Killed By Death
Feedback: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!
Disclaimer: Savarah is mine! Buffy and the gang belong to Joss
Whedon, the WB, etc.
The Story and the characters not part of the regular cast are mine!
Sumary: Buffy and Angel cope with the thought of love between eachother
while Angel is still evil.  Buffy must face some old horrors as well as some
new ones.
IMPORTANT: Sequal to The Dark One Series. This story is explained as
best as I could to fill in the blanks but you have to read "The Dark One" to
understand it. You can check it out as well as all my other stories at:
http://members.aol.com/aglx/fanfic.html < --- Changed Address

I know you're out there, send some feedback, Please??

***************
Love's Revival Part 8

        "What do you think?" Savarah inquired, waving
her hand to show off the enormous building. Angel and
Buffy followed behind her side by side, not taking their
eyes off each other.  They moved warily into the center
of the building. The room was empty except for a few
boxes staked up in a corner, and the ceiling went up
nearly 25 feet.
        "This is it?" Buffy questioned trying to sound
unimpressed.
        "I'm sorry it doesn't suit you Buffy, but it's
all I could whip up.  This is Sunnydale, after all not
much to work with."
        "Well, what are we waiting for?" Angel asked.
        "Absolutely nothing!" Buffy snapped, her voice
deep with anger.
        "I'll leave you two alone. You remember the
rules?"  Angel nodded his head as he and Buffy circled,
cautiously staring each other down.
        "Buffy?"
        "Yeah, whatever."
        "Okay. I'll be waiting for the winner outside."
Savarah turned and walked away, slamming the only two doors
to the building as she left.
        "This is going to be fun," Angel said smiling.
        "Damn right." Buffy kept one eye on Angel and
another on therest of the room. She knew that even though
Savarah was alive because Buffy needed her to bring her
soul back, she could still have a few unexpected surprises.
"You know Angel, it's a shame that after all we've been
through, it has to end like this."
        "I'm not complaining," Angel said, jumping out and
kicking at Buffy's head but she side-stepped him. He quickly
turned around and tried again, this time hitting her in the
head with a roundhouse kick.  Buffy shook it off and returned
the favor with three strong kicks to his stomach. Angel took
in an unnecessary breath and went at her again. This time, he
swung at her with his left hand and she grabbed it before it
could make contact.
        "Oh, too bad. That was a good one."  Buffy turned
around, keeping a tight hold on Angel's arm and flipped him
over her shoulder.  He hit the ground with a painful moan but
was quickly up and facing her again.
        "This is probably going to be the last time we're
ever gonna see each other. Aren't you gonna miss me?" Buffy
tried to sound amusing to cover her serious meaning.
        "Of course I'm going to miss you," Angel said, his
voice unusually sincere.
        "Angel, was that kindness I sensed in your voice?"
        "No, that was sarcasm. Your slayer senses are
fading." Angel hit her across the face with a backhand that
knocked her to the floor.  Buffy remained there and used
her foot to knock Angel to the ground as well.
        "Oh, did Angel go boom?" Buffy smiled cockily. He
growled as his face altered to its vampire visage.  "Ooh
scary!" Buffy leaned to her side, sending her left heel to
connect solidly with Angel's chin as he tried to get up.
        "Alright, enough!" Angel got to his feet and in a matter of
seconds had Buffy hanging in mid air from her hair. She squirmed
in his grasp, pain flowing through her entire body.

End Part 8 - Feedback???

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