ftp.xmission.com/2014.06.ftp.xmission.com.tar/ftp.xmission.com/pub/lists/buffyfic/archive/v02.n224

Internet Message Format | 1998-06-08 | 27KB

From: [e-mail] (buffyfic-digest)
To: [e-mail]
Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #224
Reply-To: $SENDER
Sender: [e-mail]
Errors-To: [e-mail]
Precedence: bulk


buffyfic-digest          Monday, June 8 1998          Volume 02 : Number 224



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions Part 9
       BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Long Day 1/1 by Dreamscape205
       BUFFYFIC:  Torn Between Two Lovers 6/? by Dreamscape205
       BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 7/? by Dreamscape205

See the end of the digest for information on (un)subscribing to the buffyfic
or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues.

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

Date: Mon, 08 Jun 1998 13:26:32 PDT
From: "Jennifer M." <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions Part 9

TITLE: Best Intentions (9/12)
AUTHOR: Jennifer M. ([e-mail])
SUMMARY: What would happen if Buffy's mom found her diary?
RATING: PG.
TIME PERIOD: Maybe past Becoming 1?
THANKYOUS:  Thanks Leslie S.!
FEEDBACK: Please!  Any constructive criticism would be greatly
appreciated.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask.
DISCLAIMER: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, et al.  The
idea is mine, though!

Best Intentions Part 9

Joyce, Giles and the two teens raced into the hospital.

"We're here to check on my daughter.  I want to be sure she's ok,"
Joyce explained to the security guard.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am.  It is past visitor's hours.  I can't let you
in," the young man told her.

"Listen, someone may be in a lot of danger here, and we need to
make sure she is alright," Giles interjected.

"You're gonna have to come back in the morning.  There are no
more visitors tonight," the guard said again, firmly.

The four left the reception area.  "Hey!  What if we walked in
through the ER?  It's unlocked, right?  Maybe we could find the
way to the Psych ward through there?"  Willow asked.

"Good thinking, Willow.  Yes, let's try that," Giles said.  The
four raced towards the back of the hospital.  Fear urging them on.

~~~

Buffy was desperately trying to fight Angel off while still lying
in the bed.  She wasn't having much luck.  "Come on Angel,
make this a fair fight.  It's no fun if I'm tied up!"

Angelus just smiled at her.  "Now, you know that's not true,
Buffy,"  he goaded her as he hauled off and punched her in the
face.  She fell back onto the pillow, unconscious.  "It was a good
try, though."

He reached down towards her, when the door opened.  "Angel.
Back away from her. Now."  Angel turned around to see Giles,
Joyce, Xander and Willow in the door.  Both Giles and Xander were
holding crosses towards the Vampire, and Willow was holding a stake.
Joyce just looked on in shock.  Angel took a step back from the group.

"Aw, look who decided to show up to save the Slayer!"  He said
sarcastically.  "The Scooby Gang."

"Buffy?"  Joyce asked the unconscious girl.  "Buffy!"  She started
to move towards the bed.  Giles grabbed her arm and held her back.

Angel just watched them.  "What are you four going to do against
me?  I mean, your precious slayer is unconscious.  Her mom looks
like *she's* ready to be committed.  And, well, Giles, you know
you're no match for me."

"He may not be, but, the three of us will be a lot harder to
handle, Angel.  Especially if we start to make a little noise!"
Xander declared with a bravado he just did not feel.

"Make that four, Xander," Joyce grabbed the cross from the boy,
who then reached into his backpack to pull out a stake.  Joyce, still
unbelieving at what was happening right in front of her, held
the cross towards Angel.  He backed away a little more.

"You do realize that can't stop me.  I'm here to kill the slayer.
Didn't ya read your antique books today, Giles?  It is my job to
kill her.  Sorry, folks but the show is just about over.  Take
comfort in the fact that you have a front row seat."


______________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

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

Date: Mon, 08 Jun 1998 11:28:06 -0400
From: dreamscape <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Long Day 1/1 by Dreamscape205

TITLE:  Long Day 1/1
AUTHOR:  Dreamscape205
EMAIL:  [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION:  Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site.  Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY:  Oz found a note...and who does it belong to?
RATING:  PG-13, I guess because of a few cuss words
SPOILERS: Becoming
DISCLAIMER:  BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy.  The Song "Long Day" Was written by Rob Thomas
and performed by Matchbox 20.  No infringements intended!

Author's Note:  text enclosed in < > represent thoughts.  I was
listening to Matchbox 20's "yourself or someone like you" CD on the
way home and this just popped into my head.  Hope you enjoy it!

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

"You guys have got to hear this.  Oz wrote the most amazing lyrics to
a note he found on the floor in the cafeteria.  Of course, he added a
little to it and changed the words a bit,"  Willow exclaimed
excitedly.

"Cool!"  Xander and Cordelia cried in unison.

Oz smiled at his beautiful girlfriend, "You would think Mary Had a
Little Lamb was amazing if I played it."

"Well, sure.  It is amazing," she said, grinning at Oz as he began to
play.

< What in the world?! > Giles thought to himself as he heard a loud
guitar begin to play.  He emerged from the stacks to see Willow,
Xander and Cordelia gathered around Oz, who had his guitar hooked to a
small amplifier that was sitting nearby on the floor.
He listened quietly as Oz continued the distinct rifts and melody
until Giles heard the words to the song.  Dumbfounded, he was
completely frozen in place.

"It's sitting by the overcoat
The second shelf
the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also 'reach,' she said
for no one else but you
Cuz you won't turn away
When someone else is gone'

Oz looked up to see the three of them getting into the music.  This,
of course, gave him a happy and he continued to sing.

"I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, yeah
well I can't get myself to go away
Hey, It's me
and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God, I shouldn't feel this way"

Giles finally found the strength to move and began running down
the stairs towards the teenagers, but still Oz sang on.

(chorus)
now
Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day
always
ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day
always
ain't that right"

Giles finally reached his destination and grabbed the guitar from
Oz's grip.  "Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
Giles shouted at the young man.

"Geez, Giles, get a grip, why don't you?"  Xander said, grabbing Giles
by the arm.

"Yeah," Cordelia joined her boyfriend, "Giles, he's just playing a new
song he wrote."

"New song, my eye!  Those words...where did you get them?  They're
different, but they're the same!"  He continued to shout at Oz.

"Whoa, Man, chill.  They're just from some note I found in the caf.
There wasn't a name on it, so I couldn't find the person who wrote
it."  Oz tried to explain.

"Giles, what is it?  What's wrong?"  Willow asked calmly.  She'd never
seen Giles act this way, except when he attacked Xander when he
defended the attempt to restore Angel's soul.  Xander had unwisely
thrown Jenny's death in Giles' face and Giles exploded.  < Emotional
duress, that's what's causing this. >

Giles head bowed, "The note...I found it in my office.  It was
unsigned, but the handwriting was unmistakable.  Did you see the
note?" he asked Willow.  When she shook her head no, he continued, "It
was Buffy's."

Willow's eyes began to tear, as it gave a whole new meaning to the
words.  "Let him finish, Giles," she begged.  "I think everyone has
the right to know what she'd been feeling.  A little glimpse into what
she was going through, perhaps?"

Giles thought for a few moments, then hesitantly said, "Alright, Oz.
Please finish."

Oz took the guitar from Giles with slightly trembling hands, "Okay.  I
hope I've done her justice."  And he continued to play and sing.

"Well I'm surprised that you'd believe
In anything that comes from me
I didn't hear from you or from someone else
And you're so set in life, man
a pisser they're waiting
too damn bad you get so far so fast
so what, so long

(chorus)
"Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always
ain't the right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day
always
ain't that right

oh, ain't that right"

Oz lowered his voice to a whisper:

"it's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
It's me, yeah and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God, I shouldn't feel this way"

Oz raised his voice to a shout:

(Chorus)
"now
Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day,
always
ain't the right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day
always
ain't that right"

When Oz finished, the group that had been so excited about an
awesome tune, were reflecting on their missing friend.  Quietly and
without thinking, they all moved towards each other at the same time
until they met in a small circle.  Wrapping arms around each other,
they shared in a group hug and a group cry.


************
Like? Hate?  Feedback is always welcome!  [e-mail]

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

Date: Mon, 08 Jun 1998 12:23:55 -0400
From: dreamscape <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC:  Torn Between Two Lovers 6/? by Dreamscape205

TITLE:  Torn Between Two Lovers 6/?
AUTHOR:  Dreamscape205
EMAIL:  [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION:  Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site.  Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY:  A new love...or two... in Willow's life
RATING:  PG-13
TYPE: UTB
SPOILERS: none that I know of...
DISCLAIMER:  BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy.  No infringements intended!

Author's Note:  text enclosed in < > represent thoughts and feelings.

********

Part six

Angel was thankful that Willow remained unconscious while he carried
her through the streets of Sunnydale.  Once at his apartment, he
hoisted Willow over one shoulder to dig the keys to the apartment out
of his pants pocket.  After struggling with the lock for a moment, he
finally pushed the door open and carried Willow directly to the
couch.  He gently laid her down upon the soft leather, placing a
pillow under her head for comfort.

Willow didn't stir, and this worried Angel considerably.  He found no
open wounds on her head or her shoulders.   Chase had taken the full
brunt of the blow from the table, Willow had merely been knocked
down.  The only explanation was that she had been weakened by the
encounter with Chase.

The vampire wandered into the kitchen, returning with a cold cloth and
placed it on Willow's forehead.  She stirred, mumbling something
unrecognizable and turned onto her side, drawing her legs up into the
fetal position.  Angel knelt beside her, retrieving the cloth which
had fallen to the floor during her movement, placing it on her neck.
He tenderly brushed aside the tendrils of hair that covered her
cheeks.  "What's happening to you, little one?" he whispered.

A loud pounding on the door startled Angel from his crouched
position.  He leaped at the door, looking almost like an animal
pouncing on its prey, demanding, "Who's there?"

"Just who do you think it would be?!" a voice barked from the other
side of the door.

Angel opened the door without hesitation, and Buffy rushed past him,
and stood over Willow's prone form.  Buffy was breathing hard;  she
had run to Angel's from the Bronze.  "Your friend...what's his name...
took Xander...how's Willow?" she labored, as she tried to catch her
breath.

"Count Chasjove Logoczy," Angel stated simply.  "Chase."   He moved
back to sit on the arm of the couch above Willow's head and began
stroking her hair.  "And he's not my friend,"  He spat.

"So...you *do* know him?" Buffy questioned.  < Come on, Angel.  I
don't have time for fifty questions. >  She placed her left hand on
her hip and gestured to him with her right, "Look, spill it.  Whatever
you know, just get it out on the table.  Two people's lives are at
stake, and we don't have time for the cryptic guy routine."

Angel's head snapped up, glaring at Buffy, "You don't have to tell me
what's at stake." A low growl escaped him as he stood to face her,
"So, Chase has Xander?  Let me guess...he wants to exchange?"

Buffy nodded, her eyes resting upon Willow's sleeping face, "Yes, he
wants Catherine, I mean Willow, brought to him tonight. I don't even
know where to find him."  < What am I going to do?  Willow's in mental
danger...Xander's in mortal danger. >  Plopping herself into a nearby
chair, she said, "I need to call Giles.  Before I do...I want you to
tell me what you know."

Angel began pacing around the room.   "As I said, his name is Count
Chasjove Logoczy, but the name he currently uses is Chase Logan.
Seeing him tonight made me understand what had been bothering me about
Willow for so long.  His wife, Catherine, and Willow, they are almost
identical."

Buffy frowned, "You knew Catherine, too?"

"Briefly," he nodded, concentrating on his memories.  "I met her just
before she was killed over two hundred years ago.  Chase never got
over it and vowed he would find Catherine again.  I didn't believe he
would ever find that certain someone he would use to replace her."
His pacing increased and he lashed out, more to himself than to
anyone, "Why didn't I see it?  How could I be so forgetful?"

"Angel, that was a long time ago.  Memories fade," she offered him a
half smile, "please, tell me more."

Angel's expression became forlorn as he recounted the details of his
past.  "I was in Budapest around the year 1787, Chase had staked that
territory decades before, and it's customary to report to the HVIC
when you arrive.  That was when I first met Chase and Catherine."
Angel continued to pace as he talked.

"HVIC?"  Buffy's head cocked sideways as she watched Angel pace the
room.

"Head Vampire in Charge," Angel stated flatly.

"Clever.  Keep talking."

"The townspeople were holding their yearly festival to celebrate
harvest.  I had arrived in Hungary for just that reason...easy
pickings.  Drunk and happy people become careless people,"  Angel
explained uneasily.

"Um...I guess," Buffy frowned.

"Anyway, the festival lasted five days and I didn't want to wait until
the final evening to indulge in a mass feeding.  I just wanted to rush
out and devour whatever I came in contact with.  It didn't take long
to charm Catherine into joining me," Angel concluded.

"I can imagine," Buffy scowled, "I suppose Catherine could have used
'the face of an angel brought out the devil in me' excuse."

"Clever," Angel returned her earlier barb, "should I continue?"

"Please."

"It was only the second day of the festival, and townspeople were not
quite as careless as I'd hoped.  When Catherine and I began the
rampage, it didn't take long for them to come to their own defense.
They attacked us in mobs, fighting with any and every weapon they
could find.  I managed to escape with only a few cuts and bruises that
healed quickly...Catherine was not so fortunate."

Buffy sat upright in the chair, "What happened to her?"

"She lost her head...literally."  Angel said matter of factly.

"Ugh...not a pretty story.  Remind me never to ask you to tell me any
bedtime stories."  Buffy quipped. "Anyway, that explains how you know
Chase and why he dislikes you."

The Slayer turned to see that Angel had resumed his post by Willow,
gently stroking her hair.  Buffy was still unsure of how she felt
about the two of them together, but that thought faded as she saw the
pain he was in.  She went to him, enveloping him within her arms in an
attempt to comfort him, "We'll find a way to bring her back, and to
save Xander."

Angel nodded and attempted a weak smile as Buffy pulled away and
walked to the desk to picked up the telephone receiver, "Time to call
Giles...we need to fill him in on what's happened to Will."

The telephone was answered almost before the first ring finished,
"Uh...hello, this is Rupert Giles."

"Giles.  We've got a problem."

"Hmmm? Well, what is it this time?"  he asked curiously.

"Yeah, well, it appears that the new vamp in town has a yen for
redheads," Buffy retorted.

"He has Willow?"  Giles' concern emanated over the telephone line.

"No.  Xander."

"Xander's hair is brown," Giles was clearly confused.

"Very observant...I guess that's why you're the Watcher."  Buffy
joked, but the humor fell short.

"Buffy, be serious!"  He scolded.

"Sorry, couldn't resist.  Anyway, we managed to get Willow away from
him, but he's done something to her mind.  During the fight he knocked
Xander out and took off with him after telling me to bring him Willow
in exchange.   Giles, he believes Willow is the reincarnation of his
dead wife, Catherine."

"Oh, my..."

"That's not the half of it.  Apparently, Willow now thinks she's
Catherine, too."  Buffy continued to relate the events of the night to
Giles.

When she was finished there was a moment of silence on the line before
Giles spoke, "We could try hypnosis.  I'm afraid I don't know all that
much about reincarnation, but it may restore her true consciousness."

"It's worth a try.  Please get here as soon as you can."

Just as the receiver was laid in its cradle, Willow began to stir.
Her eyes flew open and she began to survey her surroundings.  She
noticed the girl at the club who had tried to stop her from joining
Chase, and then her eyes fell upon the handsome man who was standing
next to her.  "Angelus," she spoke aloud.

Startled, Angel spun around in the direction of the voice, "Willow!"
But the eyes that stared back at him were not the eyes of the young
woman he had become so completely enthralled by.  These eyes were cold
and distant.

'Catherine' sat up, "Angelus, how could you forget who I am?  After
all...we shared my 'death' together."  She stood and walked towards
Angel.  As she neared him, her hand rose to gently touch his cheek,
"But, fear not, darling Angelus, we will share in your death soon..."

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

Date: Mon, 08 Jun 1998 12:30:14 -0400
From: dreamscape <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn Between Two Lovers 7/? by Dreamscape205

TITLE:  Torn Between Two Lovers 7/?
AUTHOR:  Dreamscape205
EMAIL:  [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION:  Anya, I'll submit it directly through the Slayer's
Fanfic site.  Anyone else, it's okay as long as you give me credit,
and email me with the URL I can find it archived.
SUMMARY:  A new love...or two... in Willow's life
RATING:  this part is more PG-13
TYPE: UTB
SPOILERS: none that I know of...
DISCLAIMER:  BtVS and its character's belong to Joss Whedon, the WB,
Fox, and Mutant Enemy.  No infringements intended!

Author's Note:  text enclosed in < > represent thoughts and feelings.

*******

Part Seven

GILES' RESIDENCE

After hanging up the telephone, Giles ran to the piano on the far side
of his living room.  "Never thought I'd need this for more than
tempo," he commented to himself as he picked up the metronome sitting
on top of the piano.  Grabbing his car keys, he raced outside to his
car and headed for Angel's apartment.

OUTSKIRTS OF SUNNYDALE - LOGAN'S RESIDENCE

Xander regained consciousness and surveyed his surroundings.  < Where
am I? >  Taking note of the large desk and ample amount of books, he
decided he was in a study or a library of some kind.  He noticed the
ceiling to floor windows that were covered in floor-length drapes,
velvet and dark red in color.  Then his eyes fell upon the portrait
directly across the room from his position on the sofa.  < Willow. Or,
is it?  They look exactly alike...except for the eyes.  Willow's eyes
are warm and tender.  These eyes are ice-cold...dead. >

There was a noise in the direction of the doorway.  Xander turned his
aching head towards it, "You.  Why have you brought me here?"   He was
surprised by the calmness of his voice when his insides felt like an
earthquake was happening all around and within him.

"You are a means to an end," Chase responded arrogantly.  "Your friend
will bring me Catherine to exchange for your life.  It is that
simple.  There is no alternative for her."

Xander snorted, "There's no Catherine.  There's only Willow, a young
girl who's mind you have obviously clouded somehow with memories of
this 'Catherine'."  Xander grew angrier by the second.  The thought of
his best friend since childhood being "erased" was more than he could
stand.  "How dare you take one life to substitute for another?  Who
made you God?"

Chase's face clouded with pain for just one instant and disappeared
quickly.  "You are in no position to demand answers.  I do not have to
justify my actions to anyone.  Catherine should never have been
killed, if for the impetuousness of that insipid Angelus she would
still be here."

Xander shook his head and spoke with resentment; "This justifies what
you're doing to Willow?  Take your anger out on Angel for whatever
he's done, but leave Willow alone."

Chase spun to face Xander, eyes burning with hatred, "For what he's
done?  The fool!  Because he would not listen, and because Catherine
was easily charmed by him and followed him blindly, she was beheaded!
Do you hear me?!  Beheaded!  That libertine...he...he..." Chase
trailed off as he got his emotion under control.  < I don't have time
for this. >   He motioned towards Xander and spoke in a dismissive
tone, "Just shut up.  This will be over soon."

Xander watched Chase open the door of the study that lead to the
hallway.  A guard was standing directly outside.  < In case I decide
to make a break for it. >  A second person, which Xander assumed was
also a vampire, appeared almost immediately.  Xander heard Chase
speak, "It's time, Judson.  Lead them here...bring her to me."

Judson bowed, "Yes, my Master."  And he was gone.

Xander prayed silently that Buffy had a plan to get them out of this.
The look that Chase bestowed upon him as he exited the study was one
that told their future.  Whatever his intentions for Willow, his
intention for the rest of them was death.

Chase was angry with himself for letting that boy get the better of
him for just an instance.  He felt a small twinge of guilt for
destroying one life to bring back his beloved.  <   No matter, the end
result is the most important. >


ANGEL'S RESIDENCE

Giles pounded on the door to Angel's apartment.  As it opened he
sputtered, "I got here as quickly as..as I could."  He nodded to Angel
as he entered, and Angel closed the door behind them.  Buffy was
sitting in a chair on the far side of the room intently watching the
girl that was sitting on the couch.  The Slayer's eyes never left the
girl, even when Giles approached her and spoke softly to her.  "Buffy,
if this is going to work, we'll need to get her cooperation."

Buffy shook her head and whispered, "Just how do you think that's
gonna happen?"

Buffy watched as Angel approached "Catherine" and sat beside her.
"Catherine" immediately stiffened her posture and looked at him
cautiously.  She may have been on the intimidating side when she first
woke, but the longer she stayed in their company, the more unsettled
she became.  < Her strength is Chase.  She's weak without him. >

Angel took "Catherine's" left hand and held it in his right.  He
looked deep into her eyes and tenderly touched her right cheek with
the fingertips of his left hand.  She looked at him as if mesmerized
and leaned towards the touch of his hand as if it was a comfort to
her.

"Look." Buffy motioned to Giles to watch Angel with Willow, "You won't
have to do anything after all.  It seems Angel knows that vampire
trick of hypnotizing his victims just as the Master did.  The only
difference is that Angel's method seems more sensual."

"Um...yes, so it appears."  Giles agreed and watched in fascination.
It took Angel mere seconds to do something it takes trained
professionals sometimes an hour or more.

"What's your name?" Angel asked as he looked into Willow's face.

"Catherine," she said staring at him with lifeless eyes.

Thinking it best to keep it simple, he asked, "Where are you?"

"I do not know."

"Why have you come back?"

"To be with my love."

Growing impatient, he demanded, "Where's Willow?"

"She is.... you will never see her again."  Catherine sounded almost
vindictive even in her hypnotic state.  Somehow, she sensed Angel's
need to make sure Willow was unharmed and did not want to give him the
satisfaction of any information regarding the girl who's body she
inhabited.  "Soon you will be dead and it will not matter."

"How will I die?" Angel continued the interrogation.

"By my hand."

At that moment, a shadow of pain crossed Catherine's face.  A tender
sob escaped her lips and tortured eyes looked into Angel's, "Please,
Angel...you must not try to help me."  Loving hands cupped his face as
she struggled for control.

Angel leaned close to hear her tormented whispers.  When she next
spoke her lips brushed against his, "I can't stop her...too strong.  I
have seen...in my dreams...your death."  Tears streamed down her face
as her lips touched his, "I love you....Angel....please....don't let
me..."

As her words trailed away, Angel again looked into the dead eyes of
Catherine.  "Willow!"  The name came from within him half scream, half
growl.

"She is gone.  Forever."  Catherine closed her eyes and
unconsciousness overcame her.

Angel's rage was unleashed as he stood, grabbing the coffee table and
launching it across the room, where it smashed into pieces against the
wall.

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

End of buffyfic-digest V2 #224
******************************

To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command

    subscribe buffyfic-digest

    or

    subscribe buffy

to [e-mail].  You will need to go through a
confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually
approve your subscription request, so it may take some time.

To unsubscribe, send email to [e-mail] with

     unsubscribe buffyfic-digest

     or

     unsubscribe buffyfic

in the body.

Back issues of this digest can be found at:

    ftp://ftp.xmission.com/pub/lists/buffyfic/archive/

Dalton Spence has also provided an index of the buffyfic archive at:

    http://www.hwcn.org/~ag775/BUFFYFIC.HTM

For help, contact Jill Kirby ([e-mail]) or sah ([e-mail])