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buffyfic-digest         Tuesday, June 2 1998         Volume 02 : Number 215



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (12/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (13/?)
       BUFFYFIC: SC: Where to go from Here
       BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Problem Resolved (well, sorta)
       BUFFYFIC: How to Reforge A Broken Blade (part 5/?)

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Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 11:10:02 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (12/?)

Title: Love's Revival (12/?)
Author: Michelle
Email Addy: [e-mail]
Rating: PG
Spoiler: This part has none. But the story has a few 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:  What does the title say?
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
DEDICATIONS: This is dedicated to all the wonderful people who have
been helping me get this story going and keeping me from running into
blocks. (I just hate those!)  Thanks!

***************
Part 12

        "Well, well. That goody-two-shoes Angel is back. Who would have
thought she could pull it off?" Savarah smirked as she entered the now
vacant building. There was blood all over the floor. "Oh well. At least
I got what I came for." She smiled for a brief second before
disappearing into a cloud of smoke.


**********

        "Hey guys." Buffy's weak voice flowed through the room of
friends and family. Joyful smiles adorned all their faces as they saw
that her color had begun to return.
        "How ya feeling, Buff?" Xander asked.
        "No comment," Buffy said smiling faintly.
        "Well don't worry. We'll have you better and out of this
hospital in no time," Willow said cheerfully.
        "The sooner the better," Buffy said, her voice getting stronger.
She tried to sit up a bit but hissed in pain.
        "Buffy! Don't do that!" Her mother said.
        "Thanks, now you tell me."  Buffy looked around at her friends
and then her mom. "Mom, can you go get me something to eat? I'm
starving."
        "Sure, honey. I'll be right back. Any requests?"
        "Preferably, non-hospital food."
        "I'll see what I can do."
        Buffy waited for her mom to be out of hearing distance before
she turned to her friends.
        "Where's Angel?" Buffy was unable to remember the fight; her
only clue as to what had happened was the extreme pain she was in.
No one answered her question. They just stared at her in silence.
        "What? What happened? Where is he?"
        "Uh, well, um, he's gone." It was painful for Giles to talk
about him; after all that had happened he was just as glad that the
vampire hadn't been around.
        "What do you mean he's gone?"
        "He left. After he saw what he'd done to you, he just took off,"
Xander finally said after Giles refused to continue. Buffy looked at
him, unable to say anything. "Good riddance," Xander muttered under
his breath.  Cordelia elbowed him in the stomach and gave him a look
that could kill.
        "Buffy, I'm really sorry." Willow said, now stepping back a few
paces for fear of how Buffy would take the news.
        "He just left?" Tears filled her eyes.
        "I'm afraid so." Everyone could see how upset she was, despite
her attempts to mask it.
        "Guys, can you leave us alone for a few second? I need to talk
to Giles." Buffy finally whispered, avoiding eye contact with them.
        "Uh, sure," Xander said indicating for everyone else to leave.
He reluctantly ushered them all out, then followed.
        Giles closed the door behind them and then walked over by
Buffy's side.  "Are you alright?"
        "I'm fine. I just...well, um..." She couldn't bring herself to
say what she needed to say. As painful as she knew it would be, he
was the only one she could ask.  "I can't believe I'm asking you this."
She forced a smile realizing this was much harder than she thought it
would be.
        "Buffy?"
        "Giles, I need you to find Angel. I need you to bring him back
to me."
        "Buffy, if you ask me anything else, I'll do it in a heartbeat.
But not that. I won't, I won't do it. Look at yourself! Look at what
he's done to you!"
        "Giles, please. I can't lose him. Not after all this."  She
reached for his hand that was placed on the railing of the bed.
"Please?"

End Part 12 -- Did ya like it? More coming real soon! I promise.

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

Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 11:15:45 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (13/?)

Title: Love's Revival (13/?)
Author: Michelle
Email Addy: [e-mail]
Rating: PG
Spoiler: BIG TIME for Passion. Don't read this if you haven't see
past that episode.
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:  What does the title say?
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
DEDICATIONS: This is dedicated to all the wonderful people who have
been helping me get this story going and keeping me from running into
blocks. (I just hate those!)  Thanks!

***************
Part 13

        He walked through the streets, trying to get as far away as he
could.  Angel didn't really have a plan; perhaps he would just keep
walking until the sun rose and put him out of his misery. Angel
continued to walk a straight path, heading for the horizon.  He hadn't
been able to stop Angelu- no, he hadn't been able to stop himself. No
matter how hard he tried he just couldn't stop hurting her.
        A young couple walked down the sidewalk.  Angel froze in the
middle of the street. He remembered walking with Buffy at his side.
How they had hunted- well, made-out every night. He turned and ran
towards the graveyard. He had to escape, he couldn't face the memories
anymore, and the sun wouldn't be up for a few more hours.
        Jenny Calendar. Her gravestone had been an enjoyable sight.
Now the memory of his delight in her death made him sick. One of many
memories he wanted to be rid of. Angel ran towards a tree and snapped
off one of the branches. He studied it for a second. Buffy's broken
figure flashed in his mind.  Jenny's dead body lying there on that bed.
Angel closed his eyes and raised the makeshift stake to his chest.
        "Angel!" called an angry voice from behind him. He didn't move.
Angel continued to hold the branch steadily in front of him. All he had
to do was drive it into his chest, and everything would be over.  He
would never hurt Buffy again; she would no longer have to bear the
burden of his love.  So many lives would be better if he simply ceased
to exist.
        "Angel, don't. She needs you." Giles voice was hoarse as he
forced  the words out.
        "I'm the last thing she needs. Look at what I did to her." Angel
lowered the stake and turned to face Giles.
        "I know, and I've seen.  Buffy put her life on the line for
you."
        "I couldn't ask for a better reason to die," Angel said bitterly
as he repositioned the stake in front of him. "She doesn't need me.
All I've ever done is hurt her."
        "I couldn't agree with you more.  But Buffy wants you back. She
loves you."
        "That may be her only fault," he whispered, remembering her
body lying there on those broken boxes.
        Giles almost felt sorry for him.  Angel was desperate to die, if
it would give her a better chance to live.  "Please, just talk to her.
My God, she convinced _me_ to come after you. Doesn't that tell you
anything?"
        "I can't, Giles. Not after what I've done."
        "You know, you're right; after all the people you've hurt, you
don't deserve to be forgiven.  You've done too much damage and
caused too much pain. If it weren't for Buffy lying in that hospital bed,
_begging_ me to bring you to her, I would let you put that stake through
your heart." Giles held back his tears to make his point clear.
"Unfortunately, I can't. She means too much to me and you mean too
much to her. Just talk to her. That's all she's asking from you."
        "That's not all she's asking,"  Angel said softly. "And you know
it." He stared into space for a moment, then threw the branch to the
side.
        Giles sighed, relieved that he wouldn't have to bring more bad
news to Buffy.
        Angel turned, and walked silently back towards the hospital.

*************

Feedback, pretty please?

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

Date: Tue, 02 Jun 1998 16:50:57 -0400
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: SC: Where to go from Here

Title: Subreality Cafe:  Where To Go From Here
Author: Northlight
email: [e-mail]
Summary:  Difficulty with stories
Note: I've never written one of these before, but I'm having a lot of
trouble writing one *incredibly* frustrating story, and I didn't feel
like working on 'Broken Bonds' so...
Disclaimer: Subreality Cafe
(http://members.aol.com/Image89302/cafe.html) was created by Kielle.
The original Buffy characters belong to Joss Whedon.  The "Mystery
Slayer Theater" mentioned below is written by Jenni W.  Everything else
is mine <g>.

****

    Northlight stepped into the Buffy division of the Subreality Cafe and
looked around curiously.  She had heard of the X division, of course,
but she'd never actually been in Subreality.

    This particular one looked remarkably like the Bronze, either to make
the fictives more at home or because the designer hadn't been very
creative.  Either way, it didn't much matter.

    The dance floor was full.  The vast majority of the couples swaying to
the music were Buffys and Angels.  Willows, Jennys, Giles, Xanders,
Spikes, and Drus also spotted the the room, along with some original
fictives.

    A low rumbling sound drew Northlight's attention towards the shadowed
corner near the back of the cafe.  She couldn't keep her eyes from
rolling when she spotted what it was that had emitted the sound.  An
entire table was devoted to blood guzzling, snarling Angeluses.  They
glared around wrathfully, fangs barred.  Most of the Buffys pointedly
ignored them.

    Noticing her own Angelus among the growling crowd of vampires,
Northlight quickly moved away.  She didn't want to hear him complain
about being staked by Buffy's ghost in "Ever After" again.  He had
whined for days after she had written the story.

    Northlight moved towards an empty table and sat down.  She rested her
head against her hand and continued her visual sweep of the room.  An
embarrassed blush made it's way across her face as she spotted a vacant
eyed Xander clutching at an ax.  She hadn't thought that her fictives
from "Mystery Slayer Theater 3000" would have had the intelligence to
make it to the cafe.

    She drew her eyes away from the fascinating sight of the fictives
roaming about and pulled pulled a notebook out from her school bag.
Northlight selected a pen from her rather cramped pencil case and
flipped her notebook open to a blank page.

    After a long moment of tapping her pen against the lined sheet,
Northlight gave up.  She dropped her pen and gave a dejected sigh.  This
was not going well.  She had hoped that seeing and being surrounded by
such a vast amount of fictives would inspire something.  It obviously
hadn't worked.

    A soft cough attracted her attention, and Northlight lifted her head to
face an older blonde woman.  The woman was slightly fuzzy and indistinct
- -- she hadn't been written yet.  Without waiting for acknowledgement,
the woman gracefully sat down across from Northlight.

    "What do you want, Buffy?" Northlight asked wearily.  She blindly
reached for her pen and began drumming it against the table.

    The older, composed Buffy shrugged slightly.  "I want to know when your
planning on writing *my* story.  It's been quite a while already."

    Northlight groaned.  She knew that was what Buffy wanted.  "I'm sorry,
Buffy.  I've *tried* to write your story four times already!  It just
isn't working!" She paused a moment, biting back her frustration with
that as of yet unwritten story.  "I'm thinking about totally dropping
it."

    Buffy looked horrified.  "You wouldn't!  Come on, you know that you
want to write it."

    Northlight glared at her fictive unhappily.  "No I don't!  It isn't
co-operating!"  She stabbed her pen at the already ink spotted page.
"Besides, I have to finish 'Broken Bonds' before I go doing anything
else.  I've already put that off too long."

    "Damned right!" a highly annoyed voice answered from the next table
over.

    "Don't you even start!" Northlight warned Tyler, "or... or I'll have
Giles kill you.  Once I actually work him back into the library, of
course..." she trailed off with another put upon sigh.

    Tyler glared at her a moment before turning back to his companion, a
stupid Buffy from another one of Northlight's submissions to 'Mystery
Slayer Theater'.

    "But you are going to write my story, right?" Buffy inquired, drawing
the conversation back to more important matters.  "I don't want to be
stuck as a vague idea forever!"

    Northlight hesitated a moment.  Buffy was right, she did want to write
that story... "I don't know.  I still have to try and write that Willow
story..." Buffy glared at her, and Northlight quickly continued, "but
I'll try!  I swear that I'll try to figure out some way to make your
story work.  Now why don't you go pick up one of those Angels?"

    "As long as you'll work on my story," Buffy insisted.

    When Northlight nodded, Buffy smiled and pushed back from the table.
"Now that you mention it, those Angels do look awfully good..."

    It would probably be best that she get to work before anymore irritated
fictives decided to inquire as to when their stories would be written,
or finished.  Northlight sighed once again and turned back to her
notebook.

End

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

Date: Tue, 02 Jun 1998 18:04:08 EDT
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Problem Resolved (well, sorta)

To whom it may concern-

Thank you! Thank you! The entire story has been restored thanks to the
collective efforts of oh,  the 50 or so people who sent me story parts!
My mailbox made it through, though! Everything has been pasted back into
a text document, and all is well again (except for the fact that my
brother is now missing- j/k!)

Don't expect a part today, though. I spent a couple of hours clearing out
my mailbox, and I have a load of homework and yet another concert (the
final one, except for graduation, thank God!) So maybe, soon, I promise!
Really....

- -Ingrid

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

Date: Tue, 02 Jun 1998 19:53:34 -0400
From: "R. Smith" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: How to Reforge A Broken Blade (part 5/?)

SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT=20
This story contains extensive references to any and all episodes
up to and including Becoming II. BE WARNED: if you haven=92t seen
those episodes, READ NO FURTHER! (actually this part is almost=20
spoiler free, but better safe than sorry)
THIS=20
SPACE=20
IS=20
FOR=20
YOUR
PROTECTION

        See part one for disclaimers and notes. Comments or
requests for previous parts to [e-mail]   PLEASE DO NOT=20
DISTRIBUTE WITHOUT TALKING TO ME FIRST!


    Hours had passed since he=92d gotten the call, and Rick=20
had sunk so deeply into depression that Buffy was becoming=20
worried.
    =93So, what=92s the plan?=94 she asked, trying to break his
fall into the darkness.
    She knew where he was headed. She=92d been there herself.
And she knew that if she didn=92t get him doing something about
this, he was going to be completely useless.
    He looked at her without comprehension for a few=20
moments before replying, =93Plan?=94
    =93Yeah, you know. That thing where we figure out what=20
to do to rescue your daughter from the demons. That=92s called a=20
plan. They=92re fun, and you usually need one to succeed at=20
monster bashing.=94
    =93The plan is I die trying to rescue her. Happy now?=94
    =93Ok, that=92s a plan. Now can we come up with a plan that=20
doesn=92t suck in such a major way?=94
    =93No,=94 he said without looking up, =93We can=92t. Golab is=20
bad news like neither of us has ever seen. He=92s one of the=20
really big demons that no-one in their right minds tries to
summon. I can=92t stop him, you can=92t stop him, no-one can stop
him. I had to lie to Trina because she was already right on=20
the edge of sanity. How could I tell her that I can=92t fix this?=94
    His attitude was starting to piss Buffy off.
    =93Ok, look!=94 she said, =93This is _not_ _productive_!  Why=20
don=92t you try to stop whining and tell me what=92s going on, so at=20
least one of us can do something about it.=94
    Rick sighed.
    =93All right,=94 he said mechanically, =93The guys we stopped=20
the other night are part of a cult that worships demons. These=20
particular cultists have apparently come across the formula to=20
summon Golab to our world. Golab is known as the Prince of=20
War. He=92s designed to kill and nothing else. When he can=92t kill=20
mortals, he kills his own kind, so they=92ll be glad to get rid of=20
him for a while.=94=20
    =93He=92ll kill more people here than anything you can=20
imagine. To appease him, and keep him from killing them, the=20
cultists need virgins, a lot of them. They took my eleven year=20
old daughter in vengeance for our interference.=94
    =93When you say Prince of War, how bad is that?=94
    =93Almost all demons have a focus. Some are=20
manipulators, and some, like those that inhabit vampires,=20
possess mortals. Golab exists to kill, and given the chance=20
he=92ll kill everything on the planet. He=92s not big in the sense
of sucking the whole world into Hell, but he=92ll do a passable
job of _turning_ the world into one, at least for a while.=94
    =93So, how do we beat him?=94
    =93I don=92t think we do. Everything I=92ve read points to
the fact that he has none of a demon=92s normal weaknesses. You=20
either send him back, or kill him physically. Since neither of
us does magic, that leaves plan B, and I just don=92t think I=20
can do it. The last time he was summoned, an adept sent him=20
back, but not before he wiped out a small village. We can't=20
even do that much.=94
    =93So what do we do?=94 she asked.
    =93_You_ don=92t do anything. This is not about you. You=92re=20
retired, remember? My advice is for you to move far from here.=20
Maybe he=92ll get bored and go home before he gets to you. I=92ve=20
already said what I have to do. I try to get my kid back, and=20
die fighting Golab.=94
    =93Can=92t we get her back before he comes?=94
    =93Not unless you have a virgin detector on you. I won=92t=20
know where she is for...=94 He glanced at the calendar in the=20
kitchen. =93...three more nights.=94
    Buffy looked at the calendar. =93Dark of the moon?=94
    =93Yeah, replied Rick, =93They=92ll want every advantage for=20
this summoning. Golab is not one to invite to a party and then=20
not let in. He can reach across the veil to punish those who=20
tease him.=94
    Buffy thought for a moment then said, =93You know where=20
they=92ll summon him at? We could stake it out.=94
    =93I know the general area where the Vortex is.=94 Rick=20
responded, =91I think when they open the portal, I=92ll be able to=20
use the swords to find it. Until then, there=92s no way to be=20
sure I=92m in the right place.=94
    =93So we wait.=94 said Buffy.
    =93Look,=94 Rick snapped, =93I said you were not in on this.=20
What I want you to do is pack your shit and get out. Take the=20
Toyota,=94 he walked over to his desk and got an envelope out of=20
it, =93and this money, and get the Hell out of Dayton before it=92s=20
too fucking late.=94
    =93And you get to go and fight this thing alone.=94 Buffy=20
said with an edge to her voice, =93You know, I did that same=20
thing a couple of times, and it always ended poorly. I=92m not=20
going to let that happen to you. Like it or not, I=92m in this=20
with you, so you may as well accept it.=94
    Rick glowered at her, and Buffy gave him a look of
smug satisfaction.
    =93Don=92t bother,=94 she said, =93I=92ve had a British=20
librarian as a Watcher for two years. You can=92t even begin
to compete.
    After a moment, Rick nodded.
    =93Okay,=94 he said, =93You want to come along, come along.=20
But we do this my way. You do this, you follow orders.=94
    =93You got it,=94 she replied.
    *Unless you do something stupid,* she thought to=20
herself.
    They spent the next couple of days preparing. They=20
sparred for five or six hours a day. It wasn=92t the friendly=20
sparring of before, but hard -- each of them pulling out all
the dirty tricks they knew.
    When Rick wasn=92t in the gym, he was away from the=20
house. At first, Buffy had complained, figuring that he=92d=20
ditch her when the time came and leave her at the house.
    =93Look,=94 he said when she finally confronted him,=20
=93I said you could be a part of this, and I=92ll keep my word,
no matter how much I=92d like it otherwise. What I=92m doing=20
now, is getting my affairs in order -- making arrangements
in case I die, making sure my will is up to date, that kind
of thing. If you distrust me so much that you won=92t take my
word on this, you can come along tomorrow.=94
    =93That=92s okay,=94 she said, suddenly ashamed of her lack
of trust, =93I just worry about you. You=92re not entirely rational right
now, and I know how that feels.=94
    Finally, the night of the new moon came. They climbed=20
into Rick=92s car and drove into the countryside around=20
Beavercreek. Rick kept one hand on the hilt of his sword,=20
waiting for the tell-tale twitch that would tell him they were=20
close to their goal.
    As he drove, Rick told Buffy, =93Okay, here=92s the plan.
I=92m gonna get all their attention. It shouldn=92t be hard once
I kill a few of them. You wait until they all come after me,
then you get the girls and get them out of here.=94
    Buffy started to complain, but Rick cut her off, =93I=92m=20
counting on you to take care of that part of the plan, because=20
once I get into combat with Golab, I=92m not gonna have the=20
extra concentration to worry about my daughter. I know that=20
you=92ll take care of her, so I can put all my attention on=20
killing the big bastard. This is what I need you to do,=20
nothing more. Just get them out of there.=94
    Buffy nodded her head.
    They drove along in quiet for a while, when the sword=20
under Rick=92s hand twitched.
    =93Show time,=94 he said bleakly.
    He pulled the car over, grabbed both swords and began=20
walking in a slow circle. There was a definite tug in one=20
direction, and as soon as he was sure he had it they both=20
headed off at a dead run.
    They ran for about two miles, through a cornfield and
a small forest, until they came to the edge of a clearing.
    From the clearing came a sonorous voice, =93...implore=20
you, great Lord, come forth into this world a remake it anew.=20
Mighty Golab, we who are so unworthy do offer up the world as=20
your hunting ground and as a sign of our faith, we offer these=20
sweet morsels for your pleasure.=94
    Buffy=92s skin was crawling. She could feel the Vortex=20
open, so like the one that swallowed Angel, and for a moment,=20
she thought she wouldn=92t be able to go through with this. Then=20
a girl screamed, and shook her from her dark thoughts and=20
back to the present.
    Rick had eased forward to the very edge of the=20
clearing, and Buffy crawled up next to him.
    The Vortex was open, a swirling orange mass that=20
reeked of evil. In the clearing were about thirty men, dressed=20
in robes, all kneeling toward the Vortex. One man stood, book=20
in hand, and gave the invocation. Off to the side, a cage had=20
been erected, and inside were thirteen young girls, ranging in=20
age from about ten to seventeen. They were guarded by two=20
more robed men.
    Buffy took this all in with a brief glance, because as
she got into position, something stepped out of the Vortex.
    It was about seven feet tall, built lean, with the=20
leathery skin of a typical demon. It was naked, and thankfully=20
sexless, armed with an axe that looked capable of cutting an ox=20
in two. It stood to one side of the Vortex, glaring at the=20
assembled cultists, as two more just like it came out.
    =93Reavers,=94 Rick said quietly, =93Golab=92s lieutenants.=20
Time to move. I=92ll need to kill one of them before Golab gets
here. Remember the plan, get the girls back to the car and get
them the Hell out of here.=94
    He stood up and charged into the clearing without=20
preamble.
    Both swords were moving so swiftly that it was nearly=20
impossible to follow their paths in the flickering light of=20
the Vortex. Whenever Rick got near a cultist, the cultist died,
gutted or dismembered. Rick never slowed as he approached=20
the Vortex, and he left a cut swathe of corpses in his wake.
    It didn=92t take long for everybody to notice him. The=20
leader screamed, =93Kill him!=94 and all the surviving cultists=20
moved to surround him. The Reavers howled and shambled=20
forward, axes raised aggressively.
    When anyone got too close, Rick killed him.
    Buffy waited about twenty seconds, and headed around=20
the edge of the clearing toward the cage. The two cultists were=20
still guarding it, but Buffy was so worked up that they didn=92t=20
last fifteen seconds. As she finished with them, she kicked the=20
latch of the cage, shattering it like it was made of porcelain.
    =93Everybody out, now!=94 she said to the obviously=20
traumatized girls, =93That guy=92s buying us the time for me to get=20
you out of here.=94
    She ushered them toward the edge of the clearing.
    As she did, one of the girls looked over at the fight
and said, =93Daddy?=94
    She stopped. =93Oh God,=94 she continued, =93That=92s my=20
Daddy. They=92re going to kill him!=94
    She started toward the fight, and Buffy had to grab her=20
to keep her from jumping the nearest cultist.
    =93We have to help him!=94 the girl cried, =93There=92s too=20
many of them!=94
    Buffy thought fast.
    =93Can any of you drive?=94 she asked.
    One girl raised her hand.
    Buffy gave her the keys to Rick=92s car and said,=20
=93There=92s a car a couple of miles that way. Take everybody and
get out of here.=94
    She turned to Rick=92s daughter,
    =93You get the rest of the girls out of here, and I=92ll
help your Dad.=94
    When the girl nodded, Buffy said, =93Go on! Hurry!=94
    Buffy turned toward the battle.

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