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buffyfic-digest Thursday, May 28 1998 Volume 02 : Number 207
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 25)
BUFFYFIC: No Regrets? [1/?]
Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Oz
BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 26)
BUFFYFIC: Cloaked In Darkness: Chapter 5/?
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Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 17:46:19 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 25)
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 25)
"Mother?"
"Go Drusilla. I'll be fine." Isabelle soothed her daughter. Wanting
nothing more than to rest and recover from the pain of traveling during
the day. Just being active was taking it's toll on her body.
"Mother I don't --"
"Go Drusilla." Isabelle said sharply and groaned inwardly at her
precious daughter. "See to your sister"
With more than a few backwards glances Drusilla left the room, shutting
the large wooden door as softly as she could.
She swiped away a tear that fell loose from her eye. She'd never even
imagined life without papa, and now life without mother?
But Mum would go peacefully to the Lord. There would be no cruelty or
torture. Just gentle rest.
*
The wind was hitting the windows hard, but that wasn't what had awaken
her, Isabelle had long ago grown used to the high winds.
Her eyes darted open quickly taking in her surrounding. She was in bed,
the fire was dying somewhat but there were embers keep her warm.
The eerie silence of the stone walls, and the surreal flickering of the
fire against the wooden arrangements was so much more than calming.
The nights soundless hymns filled the room comforting her.
It meant there was nothing. The vastness of the room was empty inside
to out.
A dream then. She'd been in a dream.
Oh how she cursed her luck.
It would take her so much longer to get her eyes peacefully closed
again, and her body couldn't go through another night of sleeplessness.
"Isabelle"
She tensed. There. Again, she'd heard the whispered voice. A chill was
sent down her spine as she leaned over to sit up.
No.
There was nothing.
Nothing but the wind.
The wind was blowing hard, hitting the windows. It was the wind that
had awoken her, the fire crackled, it was an sequence of many effects
that had lead her to believe she'd heard her name called.
An unbidden fear sunk through her, as she thought of death. Death
calling her to be his bride now.
She was so young, she wasn't even 35!
She cursed him. Dru's father! He'd made her weak, and now she was going
to die!
"Isabelle"
And there. In the window. The figure of death himself.
Dressed in black, beckoning her to join eternity with him.
She didn't shake her head, or even cry. She'd be brave.
The biggest mistake she could have made she did. Getting out of bed
Isabelle walk to the windowsill.
"Isabelle"
Was he not allowed in? Could death not enter at will?
Her blood was running cold, every part of her body was shivering and
now ice as she stared at the dark figure, standing outside her window.
Unlatching the window she faced this dark figure, with his perfect
face, but evil eyes.
She took one step towards it, but hesitated.
~
"Angel? Or demon?"
Angelus laughed, breaking out of his reverie, and play pretend.
With one lunge at her he grabbed her frail waist and jumped with her
back to the ground below. "Both"
- --
_-_ LadySun
SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for
days. And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone, Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved, And drowned her deep inside
of me (The Cure)
_ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _
_ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _
_ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _
_ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _
------------------------------
Date: Wed, 27 May 98 20:26:55 PDT
From: "Zorina Alexe Kerina Skye" <zorina@dreamscape.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: No Regrets? [1/?]
Title: No Regrets?
Part: 1/?
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the story itself
E-mail: zorina@dreamscape.com
Spoilage: Through B II
Comments: welcome
There was no going back now and she knew it. She was alone and she knew
that she would be.
Alone. Just one word ment so much. It ment no other slayer, it ment
riding a buss away from her home heading to who knows where in search of
god only knows what, and that was what she was doing, alone.
She glanced down at the tickest she had crumpled up and twisted in her
hands. This ticket would get her as far as Queens COunty in New York other
than that she was on her own.
She sighed several hours later as the bus pulled to a stop. "Remember
folks you have a half an hour before we'll be heading out." The driver
said annoyingly over the pa.
With a sigh she walked into the trashy truck stop and bought a soda as
well as a morning paper and soemthing to eat after she used the bathroom.
Then she slipped back on to the bus and read over the headlines.
She was never really a news paper person but what she saw made her cringe.
"A seventeen year old girl dissapears following a brutal attack on her
friends at Sunnydale High School in Sunnydale, Ca. Among the injured is
sixteen year old Willow Rosenberge who escaped only with two broaken legs
having awakening from a coma. Also the high school's librarian, Mr. Rupert
Giles was found having been beaten within an inch of his life. However
athorities still do not know the identity of an african girl found dead at
the seen.
"Principal Snyder stated that he knew the girl was trouble and had
expelled her after finding her returning to the seen of the attack.
"Her mother has stated that until her family can be notified her
daughter's name will not be released.
"After speaking with several of the victims police have stated that they
are only concerned for the girl's well being as she is not a suspect and is
only wanted for questioning concerning the parties involved and for
asulting an officer at 'stake point.'
"At this time Principal Snyder blames the attack on youth gangs under the
influence of a strong narcotic PCP."
Buffy looked at the pictures of the high school and her friends and wanted
to cry but she didn't give in to that urge, she had nothing there to go
back to.
There was little time before the bus begain to move again. She had the
entire day to plan and most of the next night before she would have to make
any decisions on exactly what it was she was going to do.
"Angle..." She whispered twisting the cladaugh ring on her index finger,
"please forgive me for what I've done. I'll find that book and I will
bring you back if I have to open the Hellmouth and walk into the depths of
Hell itself to find you." She cried softly with all she had.
------------------------------
Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 17:56:02 -0800
From: groovy@snowline.net (Ivy)
Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Oz
>So anyway, the question I wanted to ask was, how many other people think Oz is
>one of the hardest BtVS characters to write for? 'Cause I know he's darn close
>to having my vote.
>
>R
Ok, I haven't sent anything out yet, but I am writing something, and
although Oz free, I'd have to say he probably is a hard one to write for.
But believe it or not, I think Buffy and Xander follow close behind. You
know they're always going to say something witty, or some dumb joke-ish
thing, but it's so hard to think of a witty thing to make them say when
you're writing for them, you know?
oh man.
BY THE WAY-I am writing something, and I was wondering if there is anyone
out there who would like to read what I've written, every time I pump out a
section, and make corrections and offer advice...maybe an experienced
writer, helping out a first timer, ya know? I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT!
Thanks, e-mail me if you're interested!
- -Ivy
^ ^
- --------uUUu--| .| |. |--uUUu---------
IVY!!! | | (aka-Rachel)
Lover of this ( ) cool stuff:
SCREAM, TITANIC, The X-Files,
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, South Park,
David Duchovny, Nicholas Brendan, and
Leo DiCaprio!
+++++
"Hey, where's the cream filling?"
- -------| |------------| |-----------
( ) ( )
ooooO Ooooo
------------------------------
Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 01:51:52 -0700
From: LadySun <KBleyle@earthlink.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 26)
Charlotte Sometimes (Part 26)
((Some violence ahead..))
This was getting dull. Her heartbeat was perfectly stable, if not a tad
bit weak.
He tossed another grape at Isabelle's head.
Nothing.
She looked like a dead figurine, just laying there on the floor.
Angelus groaned again, and rolled over on his back, laying on the large
dinner table allowing his head to bob over the end so he may watch his
new victim.
He could be out.
Outside frolicking in the night with lovely Drusilla, instead of
waiting for her worthless mother to wake up.
He threw the grape at her, missing her head entirely from his vantage
point.
Angelus pushed himself up from the table.
There had to be a better way at going about this.
~
"Drusilla!"
The sharp yell excited a jump out of bed sending Dru to her feet, as
Lydia came running into the room.
"Drusilla! Drusilla! Wake up!"
"What? What? Lydia!" Drusilla's eyes widened in shock as adrenaline
coursed through her body, a quick glance out the window told her it was
around 5am or 6am
"Lydia?" Dru asked exasperated.
"C'mon!" Her sister bounced grabbing Drusilla's hand and leading her
out of the room and into Isabelle's quarters.
"Lydia, I told you I didn't want you coming -- ... Where's Isabelle?
~
"Mmm..."
His eyes bolted from the bible he'd been ripping apart to Isabelle.
Tossing the shredded book he crawled over to Dru's mother.
"Drusilla?" Isabelle mumbled stupidly, turning around onto her back,
with a little groan of pain.
Cold shot up her frail body. A sensation filling her as though she were
on ice!
Her eyes fluttered open to show a young gentleman above her.
Not ice. She was on the floor. Stone floor. Sending shivers down her
body.
She looked around. She was someplace new, with someone knew.
The images didn't really flood back. It was more that she just knew
something was wrong.
Isabelle met her eyes with the dark man standing over her.
"Am I dead?"
~
"What do you mean you lost your mother, child?"
"I... Uh...Uh.." Drusilla thought "I... No... Umm..."
"She's missing. She was ill and now she's all gone!" Lydia cried out
hugging Miss Edith for all her life.
"Shh, your going to have to calm down now." The sheriff sighed, not
really wanting to deal with this hysterical lady. "When was the last
time you saw her?"
~
"Not yet. But soon, I promise" Angelus said so seriously that Isabelle
couldn't even scream, or cry, or beg. She could just stare at him, in a
dull shock.
Realization took an idiotically long time to dawn on her, but after
precious minutes she understood. Somewhat.
"You" She hissed, as she forced her body to sit up, then to stand.
He stood with her, slowly. If she thought she could escape him in her
condition she had to be insane.
"You killed him!" Her eyes widened in horror. "You..." She gasped out.
The image. The vision of her beloved husbands death.. Murder! This was
him! This was fiend that had... "YOU KILLED HIM!" She screamed out,
unconsciously knowing the virtuosity of her voice
Angelus eyes widened. Now he was glad he had come to her next. She'd be
music for his soul.
Her knee's collapsed under her weight. But he was there, holding her as
she tried to push him away screaming and crying.
"Shhh... Calm down Isabelle" He said in a most unsettling way, lifting
up her body so she might stand on her own "I'll tell you a secret" He
smiled as though to make up for the torment he'd caused.
His breath was near to her lips, she could feel it. And though she
expected hot words to come from these lips, his breath was too cold, too
chilling. "Your screams, will only hurt you more"
One look into his wild eyes was enough to make her scream and scream.
- --
_-_ LadySun
SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html
Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for
days. And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone, Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved, And drowned her deep inside
of me (The Cure)
_ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _
_ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _
_ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _
_ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _
------------------------------
Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 02:27:22 PDT
From: "Aurelia Destiny" <princessdestiny@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Cloaked In Darkness: Chapter 5/?
TITLE: Cloaked In Darkness
AUTHOR: Princess Destiny (princessdestiny@hotmail.com)
SUMMARY: Things are not exactly what they seem when Giles finds an
ancient diary, with news of the death of the Slayer. A new girl comes
to Sunnydale and things start to go crazy, Angel is jealous because
Buffy has a boyfriend and the Anointed one gets a nasty surprise...
It is naturally a Buffy/Angel Romance story, cause I'm a hopeless
romantic!
RATING: PG.
TIME PERIOD: Hmm, well since we have only seen up till Prophesy Girl
here in AustraliaBut I HAVE read the scripts for the rest of
them...Okay, just after Prophesy Girl and we'll leave it at that!
THANK-YOUS:
FEEDBACK: PLEASE! I love to hear from people!
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first, I'll say yes anyway, but I want to know
where it is going.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel and the others are the property of Joss Whedon.
Gabriella and any others I add later on are Mine, Mine, Mine! This is
my first try at a Buffy fic so don't be too harsh, comments and
suggestions or even praise for my lovely story are very welcome!
************************
CLOAKED IN DARKNESS
************************
***PART 2: PROPHESY***
Chapter 5: Prophesy of Darkness
Angel watched Giles staring down at an open book, some others under his
arm and mumbling and stuttering his way through a strange language that
sounded vaguely familiar to the vampire. "What language is that?" he
asked curiously, Giles jumped violently, the books in his hands tumbling
to the floor with a clatter.
"Ah, an an-ancient language...not used anymore anywhere. Not for
centuries, I canÆt even recognize it" Giles stammered, he pushed the
glasses back onto his nose nervously and bent to pick the dusty books
up. Angel came fully out of the shadows, where he had been hiding and
handed a book that Giles had missed to him.
"Why would you want a ancient language Giles, has something come up
about...Buffy?" Angel clenched his hands when he said her name but
Giles never noticed, too busy with his own thoughts.
"No, no. Just a dream I had, someone said something and it sounded
somehow familiar to me so I looked it up. ItÆs very complex and I was
just trying to learn the basics when you came in" Giles explained and
Angel felt a frown cross his face, Giles having dreams where people
spoke strange, long unused languages was not a good thing. Giles handed
Angel a book and the vampire looked at it with raised brows, it was very
old and that much was clear, yet it seemed in perfect condition.
"What does this say?" he asked the Watcher and Giles took his glasses
off to wipe them with a hanky, he looked off into space and Angel felt
as if he were alone for a moment. The words on the cover were in silver
and the symbol of three stars surrounding a crescent moon were in the
very center, also silver. The bookÆs cover was made of soft red leather
and Angel stroked the symbols lightly, feeling something like
electricity jolting down his fingers and into his body.
"It says, well IÆm not exactly sure WHAT it says Angel, I havenÆt been
able to translate any of it yet" The Watcher said with extreme
irritability, he took the book back off of Angel and began muttering
again.
"You see itÆs a small bit like modern Romanian, but a lot of it is some
other, or several other languages as well" Giles sat back down and
opened the book, Angel leaned over him and stared at the strange script,
it was like nothing he had ever seen before and it was strangely
compelling. The pages were only ever-so-slightly yellow, as if written
only a year or two before, but they both knew better.
"ItÆs remarkably well preserved, even the writing. No sign of decay at
all" Giles said almost to himself and Angel nodded with agreement, it
was astonishing to say the least. An impossibility almost.
"And someone in your dream told you something in this ancient language?
How did you recognize it?" Angel wondered, his eyes were already
hurting trying to follow the complex wording and he stood back.
"Ah, well not in THIS language that is written in the book here.
Another, in the back of it. I-IÆll explain in a moment" Giles said, he
patted the pages almost lovingly.
"Uh, umm, well that is the strange part naturally. I found this book 20
years ago in a far eastern continent and bought it for quite a lot of
money. The owner was quite loath to part with it for some reason but
his wife convinced him they needed the money. All he could tell me was
that it was partly Ro-Romanian, the interesting thing is that there are
not other books like this in the world that I could find" Giles stopped
and ran a hand through his hair distractedly and Angel sat down across
from him, waiting for the man to continue.
"I saw straight away that it was not modern Romanian, nor anything I
could remotely comprehend. In the back of the book though were words in
modern Romanian, the only part in the whole book that I could
translate..." he held out a piece of paper to Angel and the vampire
scanned it swiftly, he had traveled a lot and understood Romanian
probably as well as the Watcher. It took only a moment to read it and
then he looked up quickly, shocked and horrified.
"Are you sure this wasnÆt added after the book was originally written,
the languages have changed so much that it seems impossible someone
could have understood them back then" Angel said darkly, looking for
some way that it could somehow be wrong, that the book had been tampered
with. Giles gave the vampire serious look, his voice worried when he
finally spoke.
"IÆm sure. From the tests I had done on this book-and I must say that my
colleague and I were both most impressed with how well preserved the ink
was-we found that this message WAS indeed written at the exact same time
as the rest of the book" Giles admitted, Angel didnÆt know why he
wasnÆt more surprised, but with all he had seen and heard in the last
241 years, nothing really got to him anymore. Much.
"Oh Buffy" Angel murmured, his eyes terrible for Giles to see, they
burned with a fierce protectiveness, but also a deep hatred for what
BuffyÆs normal life had become. All that she was made to do to save the
world from vampires and all at the age of 16. "And the dream?" Angel
prompted and Giles tried to say something but it came out in a stuttered
sentence, clearly it had unnerved the Watcher very much.
"Yes, Uh, the dream. Well the woman said something and it came to me
that it was the exact same words written at the back of this book, I dug
it out immediately and IÆm quite sure that I was meant to remember about
this diary..." Angel got to his feet and snatched the book back, Giles
was mildly surprised as the vampire opened the covers and touched a page
gently.
"YouÆre right, these ARE dates, but they too are strange. I donÆt think
I could understand them..." Angel murmured and Giles gave a short
laugh, rising to peer at the page that Angel was staring at.
"Not too strange, Uh, that is another strange thing too though" Angel
gave him an annoyed look and wondered how many other strange things
Giles would tell him of about the book.
"Umm, the d-dates are similar to...correspond to, Ah let me see" the
Watcher moved some papers around on his desk frantically, searching and
came up a moment later with a very crumpled piece that had scribbles all
over it.
"Ah, here it is. The dates you see are even older than the book, umm,
that is, they seemed to have used a completely different and older
numerical system than their own language"
"What system?" Angel demanded, feeling as if he were being used as a
pawn somehow and something nagged at the back of his mind though he
could not quite place it.
"Mmm? Oh, Persian, very ancient also. A-about 500 B.C I believe, when
the Civilization was at itÆs height" Angel stared at the man, but said
nothing. Persian? Giles and he exchanged a look a moment before Buffy,
Xander and Willow burst into the Library. They skidded to a stop
breathlessly and Buffy panted for a moment, completely ignoring Angel.
"Oh Buffy, good I want to talk to..." Giles began hesitantly, Angel
gave him a quick glance however and the Watcher began to think that
maybe Buffy shouldnÆt know about the book. She and the otherÆs didnÆt
seem to notice Giles soft words and Xander quickly blurted out the
reason for their untimely visit.
"Giles! There are vampires heading towards æThe BronzeÆ and I mean a
lot! We need backup and heaps of ammo" Xander gasped out and Buffy
gave him a quick look, Willow came forward and her eyes were on the book
still held in AngelÆs hands.
"WhatÆs that?" she started to say but Buffy shot her an angry look, so
Willow shut her mouth. Angel put behind his back unobtrusively and
leaned back against the edge of the table, making sure Willow and Xander
stayed in front of him.
"Later Will, canÆt you keep your mind from books for a moment?" Buffy
demanded angrily, Xander and Willow looked startled but Buffy never
noticed as she grabbed the key to the weaponÆs cage from Giles startled
hands. She raced in and started piling stakes and bolts for the
cross-bow into her bag, while Xander grabbed some holy water from his
bag and tossed it from hand to hand.
"How many vampires are heading there?" Angel asked urgently and Xander
gave the holy water to willow to hold up all his fingers, flashing them
twice to indicate 20 and then he threw up his hands annoyed.
"Uh, more than I can conveniently count!" he shouted as he went to help
Buffy and left Willow to recount what had happened.
"We were headed out with Buffy for Graveyard duty when she got major
cram...Uh vibes that there was something up. We followed her and saw
about, IÆd say, 30 vampires heading for a buffet at æThe BronzeÆ"
Willow estimated the amount and Angel looked slightly skeptical, then
flashed a strange look at Giles, throwing the old book back at the
watcher who caught it carefully.
"ThatÆs right Giles. If we donÆt leave now itÆs going to be a total
stain. Coming Angel?" Buffy shouted over her shoulder as she left the
Library, not even waiting to see if he followed and Angel winced at the
coldness he heard when she said his name.
"Business as usual" he muttered to himself and quickly followed. Giles
listened till they left and then sat down again to try and decipher the
book, the book fluttered open as a strange gentle wind went through the
room, spinning through the pages till it came to the inscription at the
back. Giles seemed to hear whisperings in the wind and listened harder,
but it suddenly died down as quickly as it had come. He looked up
slowly, pushing his glasses back further onto the bridge of his noise
with extreme nervousness. The book had opened by itself on the page
with the message that was the only Romanian script he could read and it
lay there, almost seeming to mock him.
æAnd it shall come to pass that the book shall fall into the hands of a
human called æThe watcherÆ, when day and night are one and the Slayer of
the blood-drinkers shall fall under a cloak of darknessÆ
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