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buffyfic-digest          Monday, June 8 1998          Volume 02 : Number 223



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Cloaked in Darkness:  Chapter 7/?
       BUFFYFIC: Repercussions, part 10
       BUFFYFIC: The Mission (3/?)

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Date: Mon, 08 Jun 1998 06:16:06 PDT
From: "Aurelia Destiny" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Cloaked in Darkness:  Chapter 7/?

Hi everyone!  I thought I'd take this opportunity to shamlessly flaunt
my new Buffy page!  It's just new and I'm VERY short of stories, so if
anyone at all out there would like to have their Buffy fic up on my
page...give me the URL or send it to me!  All stories welcome, but
especially Buffy/Angel ones!

And for all those who want to read my Buffy story 'Claoked in Darkness',
I have up to Chapter 7 up on the site!

PS:  The gif at the begining page is a little slow, but it's worth it!

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/5443/BUFFY.htm

Love,
Aurelia

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TITLE: Cloaked In Darkness
AUTHOR: Princess Destiny ([e-mail])
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!


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                CLOAKED IN DARKNESS
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                 Chapter 7: Unwanted Meeting


The vampire saw her also and threw Gabriella to the ground, she hit hard
and blackness covered her vision as the sounds of fighting reached her
ears.  Buffy shouted angrily and then someone was pulling Gabriella
roughly from off the ground.

"Okay, what were you doing with him?"  the blonde demanded as she ran
her eyes over the dark-haired girl and her eyes were full of suspicion.
Buffy suddenly grabbed a cross and thrust it into GabriellaÆs face, the
dark-haired girl was startled but didnÆt flinch as the cold metal touch
her face.

"I Uh, IÆm sorry, I thought you might be one of them"  the blonde
admitted sheepishly and Gabriella stared at her for a moment then
laughed.  Buffy looked surprised and then began to laugh also, it lasted
only a minute and then a look of jealousy crossed BuffyÆs face and she
turned away to get a hand on her emotionÆs.

"YouÆre AngelÆs friend, arenÆt you?"  Buffy asked as she turned back to
Gabriella and there was nothing but polite interest in the blondeÆs
gaze.  She flinched away slightly as Gabriella reached out to pull a
twig from her hair but the dark-haired girl didnÆt seem offended.

"Yes, I met him the same night I Ah, took your table"  Gabriella said
delicately as she began to walk back in the direction of æThe BronzeÆ.
Buffy followed after a moment, scanning the area for any more vampires,
she didnÆt tell the girl but that vampire had gotten away unscathed.
Buffy had had strange feelings al night, as if being watched and then
she had left with a sudden urge to hunt vampires.  She had come upon the
girl sitting next to a vampire and then he had grabbed her arms and
Buffy had sprung into action.

"I am Gabriella"  the girl said and Buffy looked at the girl who was
taller by a few inches, but god she walked so gracefully.  She was
beautiful too and Buffy felt envious of the long silky hair for a split
second, then it faded as she looked more closely at her companion.
Gabriella looked down at Buffy as they walked as if sensing the blondeÆs
curiosity and Buffy saw something flicker at the back of the deep green
eyes a moment before someone moved in the shadows ahead of them.

"Angel"  Gabriella said calmly and Buffy recognized him a moment later,
startled that Gabriella had instantly recognized the vampire even though
he still stood mostly in the darkness of the wall.

"Gabriella, I didnÆt think you had met Buffy"  Angel said in a
questioning tone and Buffy gritted her teeth, angered that Angel had not
even addressed her yet or even looked in her direction for that matter.

"Oh, I hadnÆt.  We...came across each other in the park"  Gabriella told
him and Buffy sensed that the girl was trying to cover up that Buffy had
fought a vampire.

"A vampire attacked her in the park, I tried to stake him but he got
away"  Buffy muttered, forgetting that she didnÆt want Gabriella to know
that her would-be-killer had escaped.  A soft gasp from the dark-haired
girl made Buffy regret her words and she twisted a stake in her hands
anxiously as Angel stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

"He got away?"  he said almost incredulously and Buffy was suddenly very
angry, thrusting her face close to his so that he could see the fury in
her eyes.

"Yeah, he got away, what of it.  If youÆre going to accuse someone, why
donÆt you ask your girlfriend here why she was all cozy with the vamp!"
Buffy yelled at him, his eyes widened in surprise and then anger as he
pushed her away and turned to Gabriella, who was watching with an
unreadable expression.

"Did he hurt you?Æ  Angel demanded roughly, all concern for the girl and
Buffy drew in a gasp incredulously.  Angel had not even questioned the
girl about her talking to the vampire and worse, he hadnÆt denied that
Gabriella was his girlfriend.

"I am...fine Angel.  We were talking, he seemed so nice...so human and
then he suddenly went to attack me"  Gabriella said in a soft voice, her
long dark lashes lowered over her eyes so that neither Buffy nor Angel
could see what she was feeling.  Angel put a comforting arm around her
shoulders and she leaned into the warmth for a moment, then an
undefinable expression crossed her face and she stared at Angel
strangely.

"I...I have to go back to my hotel now, the sun will be up in a few
hours and I have things to plan"  she told them both hurriedly, glancing
around as if expecting to see something and Buffy looked around also.
Gabriella pulled away from Angel abruptly and walked away gracefully,
but noticeably fast.  Buffy and Angel watched her go and he had a
slightly bemused expression on his face when he turned to Buffy, herÆs
however was slightly malicious.

"That was rather abrupt of her Angel, think she realized out you were a
vampire, like the one that just attacked her?"  Buffy taunted, tossing a
stake from hand to hand, her eyes glittering mocking and Angel gave her
a look of disgust.

"I doubt it, she couldnÆt even tell the guy she was with was one,
besides sheÆs been around me a few times and would have known by
now...and you didnÆt know I was one until I kissed you"  he reminded
her, walking off and they were both surprised when she followed him,
walking quietly by his side as they headed in the direction Gabriella
had gone minutes before.

"Is she your...girlfriend?"  Buffy asked hesitantly and Angel met her
eyes, something undefinable in them, his mouth curled softly and for a
moment she thought she sensed love from him.  But then it was gone and
she was staring into eyes that met herÆs coolly, his hands thrust into
his leather jacket casually and he walked off without a word.

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

"Master"  the shadows moved slightly and a vampire came into the
chamber, head bowed slightly.  The master watched as the vampire came
closer and then looked up, meeting yellow eyes.

"Gareth, we have not seen you for a month now, I was disappointed when
my followers could not find you"  the Master told Gareth almost gently
but Gareth had known the Master for a long time now and saw that the
ancient vampire was not at all pleased to have to look for him.

"IÆve had work to do Master, but I did not come here for..."  the master
interrupted, laying a hand on the head of a child that Gareth had
noticed sitting my the Master.  The child raised totally evil eyes and
Gareth found himself grinning back at the wicked smile that played
around the childÆs mouth.

"Of course you didnÆt Gareth...youÆre a busy vampire.  What brings you
back to my humble abode?"  the Master almost purred and Gareth felt
danger enter the room almost perceptively, the Master was toying with
him and probably had already alerted hidden vampires.  With a mere
twitch of a face-ridge, the master could have him executed and Gareth
swallowed convulsively.

"A girl, I want to bring her over"  he blurted and the master raised an
eyebrow almost incredulously.

"And you are telling me this...why?  It had better not be The Slayer..."
the Master inquired calmly and Gareth knew he would have been sweating
like a mortal if he had been one.

"No! I have found a way to get to both The Slayer and Angelus.  I was
out hunting when I came across this girl in the park, the Slayer rescued
her and I stayed around to watch"  Gareth looked around at the vampires
that had now moved into the room and he swallowed again nervously as
they grinned at him, but the Master waved them back.

"And?  What has this to do with Angelus?"  the Master demanded softly
and Gareth moved slightly closer, almost conspiritally.  The MasterÆs
face became delighted as Gareth talked, something unreadable in his
eyes.

"As I was saying, I followed them, it seems that the Slayer really
doesnÆt like this girl and she is also...AngelusÆ new girlfriend.  I
witnessed the Slayer and Angelus have a fight over the girl, I believe
if we bring her over we can use her against them both!"  Gareth said
excitedly, becoming vampire without realizing it and the Master gave him
a slightly fond expression.

"You always were a schemer Gareth, the best of my soldiers...Very well,
bring her to me.  If she is an enemy of the Slayer, it will be amusing
to face her off against this girl and as for Angelus...I can use her to
bring him back to us!" the master waved Gareth off negligently and the
vampire left hurriedly, hoping there was enough time before sunup.


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Date: Mon, 08 Jun 1998 08:28:24 PDT
From: "Andrea Newbery" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Repercussions, part 10

Title: Repercussions part 10
Author: Andrea
e-mail: [e-mail]
Summary: Um...well it's after B2, so it's basically my attempt to make
everything all better. Well, after I make them suffer a bit more. :)
Disclaimers: The characters in this story are not mine. They are the
property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB, etc. I am not making any
money from this.
Feedback: Please. Good and bad.

Again, a huge thank you to Rachel and Christine for their help with
this. :)

Chapter ten

The street outside AngelÆs apartment.
August 21, 1998
5:30 p.m.

Xander held CordeliaÆs hand tightly as they slowly walked towards
AngelÆs apartment, trying to ignore the rolling of his stomach. He
wanted nothing more than to turn and walk the other way, but was
continuing forward, his jaw clenched. He attempted to loosen it, trying
to keep any sign of his nervousness hidden from Cordelia. She must have
noticed though because she squeezed his hand, silently telling him it
was okay to be afraid. He looked over at her, amazed at how far they had
come. Cordelia Chase walking with him in the rain. No complaints about
her hair being ruined or her clothes getting wet. Smiling at her he
pulled his hand from hers and draped his arm around her shoulders,
needing more contact with her. Everything was in slow motion to him now,
one building fading slowly into the next. His mind was remarkably clear
for someone about to head into hell, but he knew he was doing the right
thing. Even if his motives werenÆt all unselfish. He needed Willow and
Buffy to forgive him and if Angel was back they would be much more
likely to listen to his reasoning. His eyes clouded, thinking of
WillowÆs words, once again thankful he wouldnÆt see Buffy before he did
this for her.

Cordelia gasped softly, her steps slowing. He looked at her and then
followed the direction of her stare to see. To see a figure walking
slowly towards them. Her eyes focused downward, not aware of them yet.
Xander stopped, his fingers gripping into CordeliaÆs shoulders, unable
to move as Buffy slowly walked closer to them. Cordelia looked at him,
her face a mask of pity. He smiled at her, reassuring her that he could
handle this. Turning back to the figure, he looked right into BuffyÆs
shocked face. Watched as the shock turned to anger, as her body tensed.
She stopped walking, just stared at him, her eyes telling a tale of pain
and betrayal. He felt his heart pounding, the pulse in his neck jumping.
She walked slowly closer, the anger on her face hardening, becoming more
evident in her eyes. She came to a halt only a few feet away from him.
He looked at her, into her eyes for any sign of softness, any opening
for him to talk to her through. He could feel the tenseness of
CordeliaÆs body underneath his arm. Cordelia spoke first, her voice
nervous, ôBuffy.ö

Buffy swung her eyes to Cordelia, nodding coldly. She turned back to
Xander, her eyes lingering on his arm wrapped around CordeliaÆs
shoulder. He shifted, feeling his arm magnify under her gaze. He opened
his mouth to speak, but the sudden tightness in BuffyÆs mouth convinced
him not to. She smiled softly at him,  her hatred evident in the curve
of  her mouth, the hardness in her eyes. She spoke quietly, ôYou two
look happy.ö

Her voice burned him, acid thrown in his face. He pulled his arm from
Cordelia, understanding that his happiness was like a slap in the face
to Buffy. He waited for her to continue, all thoughts of hell gone from
his mind.

ôAre you?ö Her voice whipped through the air.  Her stance was
aggressive, he swallowed feeling the muscle in his jaw beginnning to
twitch, realizing she may not be in control of her actions. He didnÆt
answer her, understanding no words could get through to her now.

ôAre you!?ö Her voice loud now, she was leaning in close to him,
intimidating him with the strength of her anger.

He shook his head, trying to force the word out, ôNo.ö His heart
breaking from the hatred and pain in her voice.

She stepped back, her face calm again, speaking almost conversationally,
ôWhy not?ö Holding her hand up to keep him from answering she continued,
ôThe demon is dead. Angel is dead. Things are how you wanted them.ö

He looked at her, trying to calm the shaking of his body, he began to
speak, his voice sounding hollow to his ears, ôBuffy...I...I thought, I
w-wanted....ö

ôStop.ö  Her body was tense, ready to attack at any moment. Her voice
was cracking, losing the coherence it had begun with, ôDonÆt _you_  try
to explain. Try to make it okay.ö Her breath was coming in short gasps,
her fists clenched at her sides. Speaking slowly, her struggle for
control evident in every word. ôAngel is in hell. Things will never be
_okay_ again.ö She stopped, her whole body vibrating with anger.

He watched her,  tears forming in his eyes as he watched her control
slip. Wanting to explain himself, he spoke softly, ôBut... Angel...ö

ôNO!ö She sprung at him, knocking him to the ground. Standing over him
she spat out wildly, ôDonÆt you _ever_  speak his name. You have no
right.ö

He lay there, frightened of what she would do next, but determined to
let her do it. In the corner of his eye he could see CordeliaÆs
terrified face. He watched her open her mouth to speak.  Realizing  that
she was about to tell Buffy their plans. Shaking his head at her he
mouthed the word no. Staring at her until she nodded, accepting his
decision. He turned his eyes back to Buffy, afraid to try and get up.
Realizing she may not only verbally hurt him, but physically. His eyes
locked on hers and for one moment he saw beyond her blind rage into the
hurt that was hidden there. His stomach clenched, his tears overflowing
for her suffering.

Her face tightened once again, the rage hard for her to control, she
stepped backwards away from him. He remained on the ground, waiting for
the next nail to be placed in his coffin. Her lips curled as she
considered him, her voice venom, ô I trusted you. Even knowing how you
felt about Angel, I trusted you.ö Her voice was shaking, her eyes
burning into him, ô I thought of you as my friend. Someone I could
trust. Someone who trusted me.ö

Each time the word trust fell from her mouth Xander winced. The pain of
her hate searing him. She continued, ôYou knew how much I loved him.ö
Her voice breaking as she spoke. She swung her fingers together, copying
AngelÆs stance, ôYou knew how guilty I felt over what I did to him, that
I made him lose his soul.ö He could hear her anger rising in her voice
again, ôYou knew how hard it would be for me to kill him.ö She stopped
then, her eyes wandering away from him. She continued looking out into
the night for so long that he knew she was somewhere far away, lost in
memories. He stood quickly, shoulders slumped, knowing she would turn
back to him soon.

Finally looking at him, she spoke, her face a distortion of itself in
her rage, ôYou knew everything, and still you chose to betray me. You
forced me to betray Angel. You sentenced me to that. You turned us both
into betrayers.ö She paused, taking a breath, her eyes shooting hate at
him, ôYou decided that Xander knew best. Xander is the best judge of who
deserves life and who doesnÆt. Xander is the keeper of whatÆs right and
wrong in the world.ö Her voice was spinning out of control.

He stepped towards her, his mouth opening to speak. She glared at him,
daring him to answer her. His mind was screaming that it wasnÆt like
that. He had wanted to make it easier for her. He looked to Cordelia,
needing her support. She was standing there, her face shocked, the
unwilling witness to a massacre. Looking back to Buffy he waited for the
rest of her words, his soul aching for what he had done to her.  She
looked him up and down, her face coated in revulsion. Speaking slowly,
accentuating each word carefully. The poison dripping from each one, ôWe
are betrayers. You and I. We take the love and trust others give us and
we destroy it.ö Her voice getting louder as she spoke, ôWe destroy
everything we touch for our own selfish reasons.ö

He stood, feeling his life disintegrate as she spoke. She paused,
breathing deeply, he could see the struggle for control written on her
face. She calmed her emotions slowly, holding her anger in check. The
hatred still seeping from every pore on her face. Smiling softly she
whispered, ôItÆs done.ö His stomach dropped, fighting to keep himself
from collapsing, his eyes pleading with hers to forgive him. She took a
step as if to walk away and then stopped, staring at him for a long
minute. Then, her voice thick with disgust she spoke one last time,
ôNext time you decide to be judge and jury donÆt sign me up as your
executioner.ö

Xander stared at her in shock as she walked away. His eyes following her
as she disappeared back into the night. His mind telling him she
couldnÆt really believe he had set her up to kill Angel, but the memory
of the hatred in her eyes told him she did.  He was silent, hoping she
would come back, let him explain his actions. Cordelia reached out to
him, her hand resting on his arm. Looking at her, at the pity in her
face. She smiled sadly then spoke softly, ôShe doesnÆt mean  it Xander,
sheÆs just in such pain.ö He looked at her, wanting to believe her
words, but unable to.

He shook his head, the tears still running down his face, ôBut sheÆs
still right. IsnÆt she? I stole her choice.ö His shoulders were slumped,
his voice detached, ôMaybe Angel deserved to die, maybe he didnÆt. It
wasnÆt my choice to make for her. It was hers. And I took it.ö He
stopped, straightening his shoulders, his face determined, ôAnd IÆll
give it back to her. IÆll give him back to her, and then she can have
her own choice.ö
Cordelia didnÆt answer him, just squeezed his arm softly. Then she
slowly removed her hand, pointing to her watch and looking towards
AngelÆs apartment. He looked at her, realizing it was time for him to
make things right again. Taking her hand they slowly walked into the
building.
****

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Date: Mon, 8 Jun 1998 10:44:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeanie the Tortoise-Fly <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Mission (3/?)

TITLE: "The Mission" (3/?)...or..."A luckdragon?  What's that?"
AUTHOR: Jeanie the Tortoise-Fly
E-MAIL: <[e-mail]>
DISTRIBUTION: Anya and Windrider have my permission.  Anyone else ask
and ye shall receive.
SPOILERS: after "Killed By Death"...Isn't Ryan a cutie?
DISCLAIMER: None of the Buffy characters belong to me, they belong to
Joss Whedon and the WB etc.  No copyright infringement intended. Anya,
Robyn, TJ and Windrider are real people...they have given me
permission to include them in this fic.  They don't belong to anyone
except themselves...though Anya has on occasion claimed that the bank
owns a piece of her...My parents and my pets are real too but they
don't get a say in this.  Jeanie is me.  No one owns me as far as I
know so there's no copyright infringement there.  The characters and
concepts from "The Neverending Story" belong to Michael Ende, not me.
When I'm done, I promise that all of the characters will be returned
in one piece...even Windrider.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This is far form serious or typical of a buffyfic...If
I had to classify it I'd say it's humor/desperation.  Enjoy...or
don't...it's up to you.  Feedback is muchly appreciated, and I will
use any flame mail to warm up my room [the floor is 1ft underground,
and surrounded by cement, so it gets cold in here.]


The Mission (3/?)


    Jeanie, Willow, Robyn, and Xander finally calmed Ryan down and got
him home to his parents.  They then headed to the Library in search of
the Santa look-alike, Jeanie's dad.

*****
    Meanwhile, somewhere in Canada, [Ontario to be exact] Anya was
staring, fascinated, at the words which were scrolling across her
computer screen.  It was amazing.  The words appeared as things
happened.  Anya was quite shocked to suddenly see her name appearing
on the screen along with a description of what she was doing.  It was
very much like the book and movie "the Neverending Story" where
Bastian is reading a book and he finds that he is in it, and it is
occurring as he reads it.

    Anya thought about this too.  She found herself thinking about
Falkor, the friendly  pink-white luckdragon from the movie.  She
wished that she could ride Falkor to Sunnydale and help out her
friends in the search.  Suddenly she felt a slight stir in the air.
Just as suddenly everything was calm, until:

    "Ooooh I've got an itch."

    Anya gasped as she spun around, a hard thing to do gracefully in a
straight-backed wooden armchair, and found herself facing a large
pinky-white luckdragon.

    "Um...ah...ahem...who...what...ohh!"  Anya berated herself for being
so unusually inarticulate.  "Are you Falkor?"  She asked almost
certain of the answer.

    "Yes, child.  Could you please do me a favor?"

    "A favor?  I suppose so...what is it?"

    "Could you scratch behind my ear?  I can't...quite...reach..."

    Anya gladly complied, realizing that if she relieved Falkor's itch
He'd probably be more likely to help her.

    "Ohhhhhhh, a little to the right...up a little...ahhhhhhhhh.  There!
Ohhh that feels good."  Falkor's voice was rich and creamy and he was
obviously very happy to have that annoying little itch scratched.
"Ohhh thank-you.  Well little one, where is it that you want to go?
Don't look so surprised, you wished for me to appear so I did.  When
an Archive Goddess beckons, a luckdragon always comes."

    "I thought it was just the wearer of the amulet...or that you at
least had to be in Fantasia for that to work."  Anya looked slightly
confused, but that emotion was faint compared to the absolute joy she
felt that her Goddess powers were once again working in her favor.
"I'd like to go to Sunnydale to help Jeanie and the others find
Jeanie's dad."

    "Then climb onto my back and HOLD ON!"  Anya complied and as soon as
Falkor was sure she was secured, he took off.

    "Anya?  Your friend TJ wants to come help too, should we stop off and
get him on our way?"  Anya was a little surprised that Falkor knew so
much but she agreed and they flew West to Banff instead of South-West
to California.

*****
    Similarly, in Banff, Alberta [Canada], TJ the Dyslexic Ferret was
sitting in a swivel chair at his computer, hypnotized by the scrolling
words.  He noticed that a description of Anya's whereabouts appeared,
and after it, one of his own began to scroll across the screen.

    Like Anya, TJ began to think of "the Neverending Story," Bastian, and
Falkor.  When he read that Falkor was with Anya, he wished that Falkor
would also bring him along to Sunnydale.  Strangely enough, just then
he read that Falkor was already ahead of him and that Anya and Falkor
were on the way.

*****
    As all of this was happening, Windrider the Lurking Muskrat, was
going through the stressful process of correcting the grammar and
punctuation in his latest fic.  He was hoping to get it posted
sometime that week.  Windrider had been foolish enough to ask Jeanie
to betaread his story.  He hadn't anticipated that she would do such a
thorough job of it.  When Jeanie was finished, Windrider, who was
muttering all sorts of crude things about Tortoise-Fly's, literally
had hundreds of corrections to make.  Finally, when Windrider was
about halfway through his story he decided to quit temporarily.  After
all, there is only so much Constructive Criticism that a guy can take
before *he* needs some Prozac.  Once he exited his word processor
Windrider noticed that there were words scrolling across his computer
screen.  He had looked soon enough to see that TJ and Anya were
traveling to Sunnydale on the back of a luck dragon to help out some
friends in need.

    Now Windrider, like most people, had seen "The Never Ending Story"
and he remembered that luckdragon's were good creatures who were lucky
and shared that luck with others.  However, he also realized that
Falkor was already on the way to Sunnydale, and that Tennessee was
*way* out of the way.  So he began wishing that there were *two*
luckdragons.

    Well right about then he felt a gust of wind and got another idea.
he could ride the wind to Sunnydale...unfortunately the wind was
blowing in the wrong direction so He prepared to land in New york.
Lucky for Windrider, Balkar, Falkor's cousin happened to be in New
York at that same moment and when Windrider went flying past the
Statue of Liberty, Balkar flew underneath him and the Lurking Muskrat
landed on the luckdragon's back.

    Windrider was so surprised, it took him a moment to realize where he
was...it's not every day you find yourself flying on the back of a
large purple luckdragon.  [note: *dragon* not *dinosaur*  I would
*never* include that purple dinosaur in any fic unless he was being
pummeled to death by many, many, many Vampires and a slayer or two.]

    And so our friends were all on their way to Sunnydale California.
Actually they all landed in the school parking lot at the same time as
Jeanie, Robyn, Xander and Willow arrived there after taking Ryan back
to his frantic parents.  Unfortunately, as soon as the two luckdragons
said their good-byes and everyone else had said their hello's, two
very nasty looking Vampires chose this time to feast on some 'Happy
Meals on wheels.'

    Just as one of the vamps was about to take a nice long drink from
TJ's neck, he turned to dust.  A moment later the other vamp was
dusted as well, and in his place stood one very pretty, petite slayer.


*****
Okay so It's still not done but at least it's a start.  And yes I know
it's cheesy but this is fanfic and it's not serious, just silly and a
way for me to  think of something other than the events of
Becoming...which you will notice has not happened yet...nor will it
ever happen...in *this* fic.
Feedback Please!  I don't mind Constructive Criticism...even
destructive criticism might be better than no response at all. {grin}
~Jeanie







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