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buffyfic-digest          Sunday, May 31 1998          Volume 02 : Number 210



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (23/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (15/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 28)
       BUFFYFIC: To Walk Alone {prologue] edited and updated

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Date: Sat, 30 May 1998 22:44:07 -0400
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (23/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters? They ainÆt mine.
SUMMARY: Back to the pastà
FEEDBACK: I hate feedback. DonÆt send it. (Just
kidding. - Does anybody ever *not* want feedback?
REQUESTS FOR PARTS: Give æem here!
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NOTE: Just before the recitalà Damn, I should be
doing my homework!

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Twenty-three: "History Repeats Itself"
*********

The light was slowly receding, and malformed images began to
take its place. They were at a street corner, but it was twisted
so strangelyà The whole place looked like it was melting
straight-away.

But gradually, it began to reshape itself, and a moving streak
of blue was rapidly traveling out of sight around a corner.
The familiar blonde hair trailed behind the figure, whipping
in the wind of a storm. Could it be a side-effect of the spell?

Cordelia looked quickly to her right, and gestured at Xander
and Corin to follow her. They wouldnÆt have much time.
Things would happen quickly and they needed not only to
react, but to react with precisely the right moves.

Cordelia took off first. Her feet were hitting the pavement
hard, but she didnÆt hear a sound as they moved silently
along as a group.

A scream rang out, and then she heard low voices. They
rounded the corner like they were running a marathon. Who
would be first to get there- to be first to stop this thingà

 "àhave time for this, Dru," They heard from the slayer.
A blow followed. It was just a block and a half fartherà

And then they saw the bleached-haired figure slam into the
slayerÆs body, throwing her against a wall. She slumped
against the storefront for a minute, trying to recover her
equilibrium. Spike took the opportunity to snatch the stake
away from the girl and prepare to use it against her.

They werenÆt going to make it, the new watcher thought,
until a duplicate Buffy snatched her away. Angel came up
from the other side, striking the writhing Drusilla in the
chest with a knotty-looking stake.

The inhuman wail from Spike shook them all as the dust
settled on the sidewalk and gradually blew away. He
lunged at the two Buffys, and hit the younger one in the
foot with the stake. It brought her back to reality, and
she yelped in pain.

Reality seemed to flicker in front of CordeliaÆs eyes as
they reached the bloody scene. Without thinking at all,
she jumped onto the vampireÆs back. It took him off
guard, and they both went tumbling down.

Geez- was there something wrong with her eyes? It
looked like somebodyÆd left a strobe light on, and she
went right through his body and the pavement cut her
face. He was gone. Xander helped her up, and she
stood, looking around.

"WhereÆd he go?"

Young Buffy was looking around at them all
incredulously, alternately focusing her attention on
her duplicate, and tending to her wound, which looked
really terrible. "Whoà Whatà Angel?" She winced and
returned to her injury.

"He must have gone to the park. Maybe he can control
his location or something," the older Buffy answered.

"We have to get there before he stops the ceremony,"
Angel urged.

Then Xander broke in. "Oh my Godà We have to
finish the ceremony! Buffy had the orb of Thessulah"

"Where is it?" Buffy demanded of her duplicate.

With a momentary hesitation, she reached into a bag
and pulled out the clear sphere continuing to watch them
with wide eyes. "Angel?" she repeated.

Buffy took it and ran toward the park without
looking back. Angel followed, briefly glancing back
at the injured Buffy.

Cordelia watched them run, torn between staying
and leaving. Xander grabbed her hand. "Go," he
told her, "IÆll stay."

She glanced briefly at Corin and took off as fast as
her legs would carry her.

***
END, part 23.

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Date: Sun, 31 May 1998 00:34:12 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (15/?)

Name: Chronicles of the White Knight #15 Misgivings
Author: Taygeta
Address: [e-mail]
Feedback: Please!
Uses in anything: Sure, but tell me first.
Spoiler: Not really, might have mentioned a past episode.
Disclaimer: The Buffy characters portrayed in this story and any other
references to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are the property of its creator
Joss Whedon, and its owners Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions,
Sanddollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox.
Rating: PG

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Chronicles of the White Knight
#15 Misgivings
By: Taygeta

    Xander flew into Willow's room breathless and said, "W-w-willow,
have youàseen B-Buffy?"

    He glanced over to the blonde figure that stood beside her and
swallowed, unsure of what to do or what to say.  Her eyes fell to the
floor and would not meet his at any of his attempts to catch a glance.
Willow could feel the tension that grew with every passing second and she
felt very out of place in the middle of all of thisàunsure as to what
exactly was going on.  All she knew at that point in time was that she
had to get out of the room and they had to stay there, to talk, to yell,
to screamàit didn't matter, as long as words were said and the deafening
silence ceased.

    Willow crept slowly away and they glanced at her as she departed,
closing the door behind her.  The silence continued even after she had
left and the tension even worst than before.  Buffy made a move to sit in
one of the student desks and he followed her lead, sat beside her, and
just looked at her.  Feeling his throat tighten, he wanted to say so
much, but lacked the words to do so.

    She finally broke the stillness as she glanced at him and said,
"Xander, what do you want?"

    "I want to talk to you, Buffy, to try to explain - " he began
feeling a sudden dryness in his mouth.

    Her eyes met his in anger as she stood up indignantly to
interrupt him, "Explain?  What is there to explain Xander?  Do you want
to give me the mechanics on how to give and get major suck face with an
ex?"

    "Buffy, I didn't kiss heràshe kissed me," he insisted with an
exasperated sigh as he stood up from his seat, "She wanted to get back at
me for dumping - "

    "Last I recallàit takes two to kiss," she replied hotly,
"Whatever you have to sayàyour so-called reasonsàI don't want to - "

    Her words were muffled as Xander took her in his arms and pressed
his lips gently against hers.  There was some initial hesitation on
Buffy's part, but her anger dissolved with every passing second, and thus
she relented.  She felt what she always felt when he kissed her, as if
she could stay there forever.  Needless to say, there was much reluctance
between the both of them to part, but they did.

    She smiled as she met his eyes with her own, as did he when he
replied, "Buffy, a person can kiss someone and that someone, no matter
how much passion and heart that is in it, or what's not in it, may not
feel anything from it at all.  A kiss is only kiss when everything in it
is felt and shared.  Believe me, I didn't kiss heràshe kissed me, and I
felt nothing from it."

    Buffy sighed, contemplated, and despite her disincline, she
slipped out of his embrace, "I - I believe you, Xander, it's j-just that
when I saw youàwith her, and she wasàI - I don't knowàI justà  I know how
much she cared for you, and how much you cared for her, and despite that
I think I know what you feel about me, in the back of mind, I - I can't
help but think that you two still have something."

    "First off, to get rid of the 'I think' I heardàI love you,
Buffyàto a faultàalways have, and I know, even though I'm 17, I'll always
will.  Whatever comes along, changes us or changes everything else, I'll
always have you in my heart," he said reaching out for her hand and
placing it on his heart, before he continued, "Secondly, me and
Cordyànoànot quite humanly, and I use that word sparingly, possible.
Still, wouldn't mind it if she were still my friend, y'know, Cordy's all
right, once you get passed her ego, her power trips, and her want of
shoes."

    "Yeah, well, you've got a pointàit's kind of weird not having her
complain about the dust, the chairs, the vampires, the
booksàumàeverything, during our usual meetings," Buffy retorted, and then
she paused.  "Wait a minute, are we saying we actually missàCordy?"

    Xander raised his eyebrows and said, "That's a new
conceptàmissing Cordeliaàare you sure thatànever mind.  Can we just not
talk about Cordy, right now?"

    "Right," she replied as she walked towards him, he put his arms
around her, and her thoughts drifted to the yellow disk, "We have to talk
about usàI have to tell-"

    "But didn't we just go through the wholeàwe talking about us
thing?" he responded, "Y'know the whole 'kiss-and-makeup' scenario."

    "Admittablyàyeah, but, uh, that 'kiss' partà" she touched her
index finger against her lips before pressing it softly on his, the
memory of the yellow disk had drifted away temporarily, "I don't know
it's kind of like a hazy memory."

    "WellàI think I can probably solveà" he began, but before he knew
it, their lips met and there were no misgivings in that kiss.

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Date: Sun, 31 May 1998 10:47:19 -0700
From: LadySun <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 28)

Charlotte Sometimes (part 28)
    (Violence Warning!)

    Drusilla sat in the kitchen, simultaneously pacing back and forth until
her body became too tired to be so nerve racked.
This was madness! Why would anyone hurt them? Her parents.. Her mother,
her sweet Isabelle. Why her Father? What have they done? What horror
could they have wronged to deserve this torture?
Why was she so certain that mother was going to die? There was no way of
knowing, Isabelle may have left on her own will, gone off for awhile to
heal, or be alone to mourn.
    Drusilla's head fell down on the table as she began to cry again.
Why was this happening? What had she done?

~

    He shoved the now unconscious Isabelle to the ground.
    It'd been hell but he'd managed to drag her kicking, screaming,
sobbing, and passing out all the way to his loves house.
    She gurgled something incoherent that his vampire senses couldn't quiet
catch, and he bent down to reach her height - exciting Isabelles worn
out nerves she began to scream hysterically.
    "Now, calm down Isabelle," He hissed at her, clasping his hand to her
mouth "I don't want you to upset your princess."

~

    Her head shot up.
    "Mum?"
    Her voice sounded much more timid than she would have liked, but that
didn't matter now.
    Her mother did. It was her mother that mattered now
    She wasn't delusional. She'd heard Isabelle's voice.

    Drusilla jumped up from her lazy position at the table, ignoring the
fact that she should call for the sheriff who was up sleeping in the
guest bed. If it was Isabelle... She'd have to hurry! She had to get to
her mother!
Drusilla's tired body tried to work up the strength to run as she
slammed open the front door.
 The air was amazing as it hit her senses. It held it's own fear and
adrenaline. The wind was whispering to her as she ran out unto the
porch, it told her to stay back, there was danger, something far
stronger than she could handle.
Her eyes searched for the voice, for the area it'd came from.
Faster she bolted into the night, right towards the woods.

    "Mother?!" Drusilla screamed out, searching.

~

    Angelus' ears caught her voice.
    "Shh.." He whispered to Isabelle.
He stared at her for a moment, not believing for one moment that she
would be still if he were to take his hand off her mouth. No matter, he
thought as she smacked her on the side of the head. He'd had his fun,
now it was Dru's turn
"Be good" he whispered.

~

    She was running blindly right towards them. Her eyes had easily caught
site of Isabelle's broken body, and she franticly ran towards her dying
mother shaking as her feet touched the ground.

    Angelus stood after her, easily keeping up with her mortals running
pace. He grabbed her slim waist right behind her.

~

Shock flooded through Drusilla's mind as she flew backwards, spinning
both her captor and herself with the varsity she'd been running at.
Drusilla's body ended up tumbling, with little more than a frantic
scream, as her assaulter bent down to pick her.

    His arms gently lifted her, lying to her. Telling her it was alright,
telling her to be still..
    She jumped away from him, trying to run away, far from him, but only
managing to land herself back on the dirt floor.

She screamed for help, as she franticly tried to unhook her shoes from
her dress, until she realized who her assaulter had been.

~

    Angelus looked down at his Drusilla.
    It took him a moment to realize it was 3am and he'd most likely waken
her from a slumber.
    But that was no excuse
    She looked like hell had frozen over. Her hair was in large clumped
tangles and he'd never seen such dark lines under anothers eyes. She'd
been crying, a lot.

A stab of pain went through him as she looked into his eyes.
She looked incredibly lost.

He helped her stand

~

    "Mother!" She told Angelus as helped her stand. "I heard her! I saw
her"
    She took a running jump towards the area she'd seen Isabelle's body,
only to find herself crashed into Angelus' arms.
    Pain shot up from her ankle, stabbing at her nerves forcing her to
fall.
    She looked up at Angelus with pleading eyes. "I saw her" She whispered
"We have to go to her"

~

    He was tempted for a moment to take her there. How sweet she must taste
- - her blood laced with such pure terror.
But alas, he had bigger plans. And as much as he hated to waist such
beautiful blood he wanted more of her than a mere midnight snack. He
held her hand and lifted her from the ground.

~

    She gasped as a sudden coldness went through her body.
She could feel death, it was encircling around her, and she never
suspected for one moment it had a thing to do with the mans arms that
intertwined her own.
As he held her up, she caught hold of her senses and there her mother
lay. Beaten and bruised and dying!
    She wrestled her way out of Angelus's arms and fell next to her mother.
    "Mum.. Mum" She lightly shook Isabelles body, barely afraid to touch
her. She was so fragile. She might break if Drusilla tried to wake her!
"Answer me" She screamed at her mother.
    She collapsed over her mothers body crying.
She'd failed.

~

    He looked at her then, unsure if he should be mourning inside or
cheering. He found neither to suite his fancy and looked back towards
the house, watching as the men came.
    Angelus sighed.
    "I have to go" he told her, though she didn't hear him. She didn't hear
anything as she lay there hysterically sobbing and screaming. "But I'll
be back" He promised her, and gave one last look towards the men running
heading after Drusilla's screams. He sighed. He'd kill them too for
ruining his moment.



- --

_-_ 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 _ - _

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Date: Sun, 31 May 98 16:39:14 PDT
From: "Zorina Alexe Kerina Skye" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: To Walk Alone {prologue] edited and updated

Title: To Walk Alone
Part: Epilogue
Spoilers through Becoming Part II
Author: Zorina Alexe Skye
Authors E-mail: [e-mail] or
[e-mail]
Authors notes:  As was asked of me I had this edited and
added to it and changed it around a little.  SLB: Thanx for the
nagging, I think you make a great editor, you sound just like
Krys, maybe someday I'll have the pleasure of working with
you off BBETA.
Content: Buffy, Angel focus despite the lack of appearance in
the beginning of Angel and all the Slayerettes, Giles, Kendra
and Joyce
Suggested listening:  'Uninvited' Alanis Morisette or 'Angel' and
'Waiting' Sarah McLauchlan
Disclaimers:  I'm going to college this fall, I think that means for
the next twenty years or so I'm gonna be in debt, and well,
according to by-laws if I'm not making money then you
shouldn't have any gripes.  Joss, WB and Mutent Enemy own
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the new Angel series.   Of
course those characters will be making an appearance.


Prologue

"Under a blackened sky
far beyond the glaring streetlights
sleeping on empty dreams
the vultures lie in wait."
- -Sarah McLauchlan

    The sun had set hours ago and the stars above blazed
brilliantly as the bus traveled through the state of Arizona.  No
cities for miles, only desert, and the sky was brilliant.
Unintentionally she wished *he* was here with her but she
destroyed that thought and allowed a wave of guilt to wash
over her.
    Angel, her Angel, not the monster that had been inside
of him, had finally come back to her and she had held him in
her arms in a moment of joy until she realized it was too late.
Willow had been too late, she hadn't stopped Angelus in time,
behind him the vortex was spinning and growing.  She wanted
to scream but she didn't instead she kissed him and told him to
close his eyes.
    She didn't cry again, she wouldn't let herself cry again,
not even now that she had gone so far to, just to get away.
    She couldn't sleep, when she closed her eyes she could
only see him, an imaged burned in her mind.  His eyes ad
flashed open and showed the betrayal he felt, he reached out
for her and called her name but she couldn't help him.  She only
stood and watched has Acathla took him to hell.
    In the silence of night, on that bus, she heard him calling
for her over and over again.
    "Why?"  She asked herself.  Why hadn't Xander told
her to try to hold him off as long as she could.  She could have
done anything it would have taken to have saved him if she had
known that they were trying again to bring him back.
    She swallowed hard and her hands formed two fists
and her nails bit into her skin leaving angry welts.
    She looked down at her hands and her mouth opened
as a silent whimper escaped.  The blood... Kendra, the only
person in the world who could have understood, Kendra was
gone.  It was her fault and she knew her death would be on her
conscience forever.
    In the distance city lights left a amber glow on the
horizon.  She assumed that it was Phoenix, there they would
stop and she'd call Willow.  Well she'd call willow collect, she
didn't have money to spare.
    She watched as Phoenix got closer and closer and she
couldn't help but feel some sort of anticipation.  She had to let
them know, well at least Giles, Willow, Xander, Cordy and Oz
where she was.
    Besides they deserved to know what had happened,
she wouldn't tell them where she was but they should know she
was okay... well maybe not okay but she could do the okay
thing.
    They bus stopped at a station and she knew they
would layover for some time.  "Two hours folks."  The man
said gruffly.
    She stood and stretched her legs before joining the
flood of people escaping the tattered vehicle.
    She waited for an available phone.  Then she stared at
it like it was a demon she needed to conquer.
    "You can do this Buffy, it's Willow, Willow.."
    She dialed 0 and waited.
    "Thank you for using AT&T."
    "I'd like to place a collect call."  She said steadily.
    "The number please?"
    Buffy recited Willows number like a mantra including
area code twice for the operator.
    "Who are you calling for?"  She asked.
    "Willow Rosenberg."
    "And who is calling please?"
    "Buffy..."
    "Ohh my God! It's Buffy! Yes of course I'll take the
call...!"  Squealed her voice.
    "Buffy it's Buffy?  Will you sure?"  Xander had asked
her.
    Willow hushed him.
    "Will?  I thought I should let you know I'm fine..."
    "Buffy where are you , you weren't in school today."
Willow asked.
    "Snyder expelled me..."
    "Ohh Buffy I'm so sorry... where are you everyone's
worried..."
    "Will, my mom through my out and theres something I
have to do."
    "Buffy you should come home, where are you?"
    "Doesn't matter Will, I don't want anyone coming after
me and that was something I needed to tell you."
    "Buffy what happened...."  Willow asked softly.
    "I killed him Will... out of no where I had my Angel
again, my Angel.. and he trusted me... I killed him..."
    "What do you mean you killed him?  Didn't Xander tell
you we were trying again?"  Willow sounded angry.
    "No he.. didn't.. he awakened Acathla and I had to kill
him..."
    "Oh my God.. noo..."  Willow moaned.
    "Will I have to find the book..."
    "Book which book?"
    "The Grimmorah, I have to find it because I know it has
the spells we need to get him back..."
    "But Buffy the Watchers lost track of the Grimmorah
during the crusades you know that!"
    "But we also know that the gargoyles protected the
Grimmorah and that there have been sightings around the
world.  I'll seek out each clan if I have to, I'm gonna get him!"
She slammed the phone down and walked away.
    She had no idea where she would even start... she
looked at the news stand next to her to see an image of a castle
raised above the clouds.
    "After three years the Castle of Stone still stands as
world head quarters for Xanatos industries......."
    The castle would be the perfect place to start, it
seemed familiar to her some and Xanatos industries... didn't her
dad take a job with them some time ago, wasn't it just after
spring fling he had moved to New York?
    She made her way back to the bus it would be quite
some time before the bus would get to Manhattan, she'd
originally planned to go there and use what was left of her
savings to get her to England.
    She nodded to herself as she boarded the bus and
plopped back down into her seat.  Not much time had passed
when a girl her age crashed into the seat next to her and began
to sob.
    "I am not ... I won't be.... I don't care about destiny!"
She wailed softly.
    Buffy looked at her and sensed there was something
different about her... she gave her the wiggins just as Kendra
had the first time they had met.
    She rested her hand on the girls shoulder and she
looked up.
    "Won't help.."  She whispered... "You can't run away
from destiny, I know I've tried..."
    "What are you talking about?"  The girl stuttered.
    "You're just like I was when Merrick came to me."
    She shrugged off her sweater and pulled the collar of
her tank low enough to reveal the top of the mole on her chest.
    "How?"
    Buffy wondered that herself.  How in the billions of
people in this world she would come across Kendra's
replacement as she passed through Phoenix.
    "I died some time last spring and they were able to
save me... but last night... Kendra... she was called as my
replacement.... she was killed... I never thought in a million
years I'd meet the next Slayer again."
    "You mean that it's not a story?  She was telling the truth?"
    Buffy nodded.
    "My name is Cora, Cora Scott."
    "Cora, name is Buffy Sommers."
    "It's nice to know that despite the fact they said there
was only one that I'm not totally alone."
    "How old are you Cora?" Buffy asked.
    "Fourteen."
    Buffy flinched.
    "You?"
    "I'll be seventeen soon."
    "So why you running?"  Cora asked, her green eyes
wide as she seemed to worship the older slayer beside her.
    "It's a long story..."
    "Will you tell me?"  Asked Cora.
    She swallowed hard and did.

Zori

Like, anyone worthy
I am flatered
by your facination with me,
Like, a hot blooded women
I have simply wanted
object to crave.

But you, your not alone,
your univited, unfortunate
isss like...



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