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buffyfic-digest         Sunday, June 14 1998         Volume 02 : Number 230



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (14/?)
       BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (25/?) by Ingrid
       BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (17/?)
       BUFFYFIC: School Spirits.  Part 1

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Date: Sat, 13 Jun 1998 22:53:00 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (14/?)

Title: Love's Revival (14/?)
Author: Michelle
Email Addy: [e-mail]
Rating: PG-13 -- just to be safe for mild indications.
Spoiler: Nothing really...just a few spoiler hints...
Feedback: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!
Distribution: Ask first, 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:  Buffy + Angel. Need I say more?
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

Sorry for the delay with this...let's just say I've been seriously busy.
15 & 16 will be out in just a minute.
***************

Part 14

        He was sitting next to her, in the shadows, waiting patiently;
she had been sleeping for hours. The doctors had sedated her while
Giles had been persuading him to come.  Angel stared at the floor,
unable to bear the sight of  what he had done to her. <How? How could
I hurt something so beautiful?> He reached for her hand and clasped it
between his own. Her skin was soft, and the vampire closed his eyes
against a flood of memories.
        "Angel?" Buffy awoke at his gentle touch, opening her eyes
slowly to see him next to her.  Keeping his gaze turned to the floor, he
didn't respond. He had come because she wanted him there, but he
didn't deserve to speak to her. Not anymore; not ever.
         "Angel?" She wrapped her fingers around his, and he finally
looked up at her. She smiled when she saw his eyes. She knew
instantly that it was him.
        "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Buffy. I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
Angel whispered as he pressed her hand against her face, struggling
to hold back his tears.
        "Shhh. You did help me. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for
you."
        "What do you mean? I nearly killed you, Buffy-"
        "You know that's not true.  You're not to blame for all this."
        "Buffy, look at yourself; look at what I did to you."
        "You didn't do anything to me, he did. He did it because Savarah
told him to. *You* didn't do it."
        "Maybe you can convince yourself that, but it's not going to
work for me."
        Buffy reached over and placed her other hand on top of Angel's.
"Listen, I choose to go after you. I choose to get my soul back. I could
have spent the rest of my life with you living in me." Angel smiled
wanly. "That's the smile I've been waiting to see."

*********
        "I don't like this. We're just leaving her in there with
him," Xander said. He still wasn't convinced by Angel's act.  After
seeing the pain he had caused Buffy and Giles, he wasn't going to be
quick to forgive.
        "Buffy will be just fine. He's not going to hurt her
anymore." Willow said, trying both to remain calm and to convince
herself.
        "You don't know that!" Xander jumped in.  Just because Buffy
wanted him back didn't mean that that bastard deserved her.
        Giles sighed, rubbing his temples. 'Maybe I should have let him
do it. Maybe Buffy would be better off if I just had let Angel stick
that branch through his heart.'
        "No," Giles said slowly, "I think she's right." His tone was
strangely accepting.
        Willow and Xander both looked at him for a second before
Xander finally said, "I still don't know about this."
        "Just relax. Buffy will be just fine."

*********

Buffy looked deep into his brown eyes.  "It was you, wasn't it?"
        "What was me?"
        "You told everyone I was dying. You gave me your soul so I
could live."
        "I would have do it again in a heartbeat- if I actually
had one."  Buffy laughed but then stopped. She had several broken
ribs and each breath she took sent shivers of pain down her spine.
        Angel tightened his grip on her hand as she struggled to
force the pain away.  "I'm so sorry Buffy, I know it's not enough, but-
I'm sorry." He felt her pain much more strongly than she did.
        "Stop saying that. I know it wasn't you who did this to me.
You were the one who helped me survive it. Now I need *you* to help
me get better; we have a few loose ends to tie up."
        "What?"
        "A certain creature from the hellmouth is still alive."
        "Oh. Don't worry about Savarah; I'm going to take care of her."
        "The hell you will.  I'm the one in the hospital bed here, and I
say: You are not taking her down without my help." Angel smiled at
her enthusiasm.  "Okay," Angel said as he stood up and kissed her
on the cheek. He stopped when her saw the confused look on her face.
"We've been through a lot in the past few months. Let's take it
slow." She smiled back at him as he left the room.

**********

        His lips ran up her arm and worked their way to her neck.
She let out a squeal as he gently bit her neck.
        "Just think. You and me, and no more Angel!"
        "You make it sound like a good thing," Dru said. A frown
formed itself on her face.
        Spike stopped and looked at her.  "Don't expect me to lie to
you and say that I liked him. That bastard tried to take you from me."
        "You were jealous?"
        "Of course I was my sweet."
        "Good." Dru sat up a bit and kissed his lips.
        Spike chose not to make an issue of it. "Whatever you say,
my sweet." Spike pushed her head back down on the pillow and kissed
her again.

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

Date: Fri, 12 Jun 1998 23:04:14 EDT
From: [e-mail] (Ingrid E Stanton)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (25/?) by Ingrid

DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine.
SUMMARY: The effects of BuffyÆs efforts are
realized.
FEEDBACK: Send.
REQUESTS FOR PARTS: IÆm happy to send
you whatever you need. ([e-mail])

NOTE:

*********
"Reunion," by Ingrid
Part Twenty-five: "Dawn"
*********

Buffy rubbed her eyes and sat up. It was light out. She
didnÆt know how long sheÆd slept- the last thing she
remembered was Willow and the dust. She sat up with her
teeth clenched. She should have stopped-

Or maybe she shouldnÆt have. Maybe WillowÆs "sacrifice"
hadnÆt been a sacrifice at all. Perhaps sheÆd wanted to end her
existence all along, and the spell had simply provided a
welcome opportunity.

BuffyÆs limbs protested as she stood, but she ignored the pain
and found her way out of the woods. Things were still a
little foggy, but she was anxious to get to CordeliaÆs house
to see what had happened.

She gazed at the expanses of the horizon. It must have been
close to noon, she reasoned, watching the sun blaze overhead.
Despite the warm sky, however, the chill Massachusetts air
was slowly freezing her, bit by bit. She shook it off, and
headed for Xander and CordeliaÆs house.

Just a few more steps down this way, over this hill and-

There was nothing where the house should have been. Nothing
but open fields of melting gray snow. She turned around and
around. Had she lost her way?

No. No, this was it.

This *had been* it.

Now it was a green field.

She should have expected it.

Where the hell was everybody?

She walked to the edge of the woods again, where a dark figure
was slowly rising from over the hill, coming closer gradually.

Her worries disappeared as she saw who it was.

Angel.

***
END, 25.
I know itÆs short, I know, butà finals!!

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Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 13:37:09 EDT
From: <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (17/?)

Title: Love's Revival (17/?)
Author: Michelle
Email Addy: [e-mail]
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Nothing really...just a few spoiler hints...
Feedback: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!
Distribution: Ask first, 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:  Buffy + Angel. Need I say more?
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

*****
Part 17

       He walked over to the window and stared out at the
quiet night in Sunnydale. It looked so peaceful, so innocent-
but he knew better. The surface of Sunnydale was so deceiving.
Inside, there was a mass of demons and destruction. Uncontrollable
evil lurked about in the shadows of the night. Evil that only
she could stop. But now the slayer was in no condition to even
walk, let alone save the world from evil.
        The lights flickered on and Giles shielded his eyes from
the brightness they produced.  Days had passed since his eyes had
closed for more than thirty seconds.  So tired.  He lay down on
the couch which he had turned into a makeshift bed.  He refused to
go upstairs.  Maybe someday he could bring himself to go up there,
but it would take a lot of time to heal the wounds that Angelus
had caused.

~

        "Oh, I know, our ways are strange to you, but soon you will
join us in the 20th century.  With three whole years to spare!"  Her
soft image flooded through his mind. The first time they had met
he had known that there was something special about her, even though
he didn't like to let it show.
        "I never knew I was going to fall in love with you."
        Her body, laying awkwardly on the bed. That sight, that horrid
sight, destroyed everything.
        "I never knew I was going to fall in love with you...fall
in love with you...fall in love with you..."
        "I'm sorry I couldn't kill him for you. For her."
        "Sleep tight!" Angel's voice resounded in his mind, growing
louder every time. "Sleep tight!"

~

        He awoke with a start. Sweat beaded down his face as his
heart pumped faster and faster. He couldn't make it stop.  His head
pounded heavily, keeping time with his heart.  He lay there
in the darkness; unable to sleep, unable to think. Everything
had changed.  Whether it was for the better or worse would be up
to destiny.  He could lead the Slayer in the right direction, but
he couldn't change the way the world would be.  His life would
forever be changed.
        Jenny was gone and Angel was back.  The switch wasn't
something he wanted to accept.

END PART 17 - Feedback anyone?

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

Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 14:05:21 -0700
From: Jeff Weitkamp <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: School Spirits.  Part 1

Name:  School Spirits
Author: Jeff W
E-Mail: [e-mail]
Feedback: Yes please. Tell me anything. Was is good, bad, or what.
Distribution: Please ask and I'll say yes.
Summary: This story dosn't involve Buffy and Co. directly although they
do make apperances. The main character is Amy Madison from 'The Witch'
and 'Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered' which are both be aired this
week on WB. But don't worry my next story will have the regular crew.
Spoilers: The Witch.
Rating: PG
Time line: After Whe Witch. Sometime before Prophecy Girl.
Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this story belong to Joss Wheadon
ect. The only characters I can claim are Toni, Kyle and Marlene.


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

School Spirits



Chapter 1

Friday 3:30 p.m.
  Amy sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, staring at nothing.
She'd been sitting there for the last half-hour. Fifteen minutes ago she
made up her mind what she had to do. The last fifteen minutes she had
been trying to work up the courage to follow through.
  "Come on girl." Amy thought to herself as she stood up. "You know
you've got to do it."
  "See. It's not so hard." Thought Amy as she reached the door. "Don't
stop!" Amy said to herself as she reached the door, pulled it open, and
walked through it and into the hall. Soon she was down the stairs, and
into the kitchen.
  Suddenly the phone rang causing Amy to jump. "No distractions."
Thought Amy as she stood staring at the phone as it rang. "I do NOT need
any distractions now." After the forth ring Amy heard the answering
machine pick up in the other room.
  "This is the Madison residence. We can't come to the phone right now."
Amy heard her fathers recorded voice answer. "So if you would leave your
name, number and a short message we will call you back. Thanks."
  "Hi Amy? This is Marlene. Call me, OK?  Talk to you later."
Amy stood in the kitchen staring in the direction of the answering
machine. The whole thing somehow seemed wrong, Amy was thinking to
herself. But she couldn't put her finger on exactly what was wrong.
"It's just to, to=85"
  "Normal." Amy finished the thought out loud.=20
  "Now you're stalling again girlfriend." Amy told herself again with a
smile.
  "Let's get this over with." Amy said to the empty room as she turned
again toward the door to the basement. "You knew that you would have to
face this one day. This is as good of time as any."
  But, instead of heading for the basement door Amy turned to the right.
With two quick steps she reached the refrigerator and pulled open the
door. Looking inside Amy grabbed a bottle of the flavored drink of the
week. Very deliberately Amy twisted off the cap and took a long drink.
As soon as the fruity liquid hit her mouth Amy realized how dry her
mouth had become. At the same time she also realized that her palms were
very sweaty.
  After a moment Amy finished drinking and lowered the bottle from her
mouth. Screwing the cap back in place Amy looked again at the door to
the basement. As she did a quick shiver ran through her body.
  "Ahhhhhh!" Said Amy in a fit of frustration. She sat the bottle on the
table with a light thud, and said, "This is so lame."
  Setting a determined look on her face Amy crossed the kitchen and was
at the basement door. Quickly so as not to give herself time to think
she twisted the knob and pulled the door open.
  As the door came open Amy was given pause as a slight draft hit her in
the face.  The air had an ever so slight chill to it. But it was a chill
that felt like it penetrated to her bones. Amy found herself standing in
the basement door staring down at the stairs as they disappeared into
the darkness.
  Her sudden burst of courage gone, Amy slowly reached out with her
right hand and felt for the light switch, and flipped it on. The action
had immediate, but not the desired results. At the bottom of the stairs
one of the tubes in the overhead fluorescent light fixture was out
causing the other bulb to weakly flicker casting the area at the bottom
of the stairs into a scene of ghostly, dancing shadows.
  "Perfect." Said Amy. "Just perfect."
  Amy took a deep breath and reached out for the handrail. Finding it
she began to slowly descend the stairs. Despite her best efforts Amy
could not suppress a feeling of dread that continued to grow inside her
as she took each step into the near darkness.
  "It's been six months since Mom=85," Amy thought as she slowly passed
the halfway point on her descent. "Since Mom. Went away."  Images
flashed through Amy's mind as she recalled the near nightmare that had
started one morning when she woke up in her mother's bed. Not just her
bed, she was in her mother's body.
The memories flooded through her mind in a torrent that ended in a
flash. And when her eyes had adjusted from the flash all that had been
in the room were herself, and Buffy holding a mirror. And where her
mother had been standing. Nothing. Since that day there had been no sign
of her mother. Was she dead? Was she alive somewhere and plotting some
kind of awful revenge? No one knew.
  As she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the light above her
head gave off a slight buzz and increased ever so slightly in
brightness. Then just as suddenly it dimmed returning the area into
shadows.
  Amy looked up the hall to the door that her goal lay behind. After a
moment she took a step in that direction. Amy felt like she was trying
to walk through molasses on a cold day. Each step seemed harder than the
one before. Like something was here holding her back. But what? Tension?
Fear? Or something else?   Amy didn't know what it was but there was
something.
  Amy thought "It's just my imagination." Then out loud she said, "There
is 'Nothing' here." In the enclosed area her voice sounded out of place,
and caught her off guard because she hadn't intended to speak out loud.
She looked around the dimly lit area to make sure it really was her who
had spoken.
  Nearing the door the feeling of dread continued to mount. As she
reached out for the door knob Amy couldn't help but think. "Maybe there
is something, or someone here. Maybe mom has come back and is ready to
take her revenge out on her." Taking the doorknob into her hand Amy
thought, "Well. I've come this far."   As she turned the knob, she could
hear a little voice in the back of her head screaming to run. Run for
her life. Run, and never come back.
  Ignoring the voice she slowly pushed the door open. It swung back with
a slight squeak. As it opened the light behind her brightened again just
for an instant.   Then returned to it's dim flicker. But the light was
bright enough to cast more shadows that came and went so fast all that
remained was an afterimage in her eyes.
  Amy pushed the door open far enough to allow what light there was
filtering into the room to fall onto the chest. The chest that held the
tools of he mothers trade. Her trade now. The tools of a witch.
  Swallowing hard Amy entered the room, telling herself, "There's
nothing to be afraid of. There is no one here besides me."  Just then
Amy jerked her head to the right. Did she hear something over there? For
what seemed like hours but in reality must have been just a hand full of
seconds Amy stood there straining, listening as hard as she had ever
listened in her life. Finally she decided there was nothing there and
took a deep breath. It wasn't till that moment she realized she had been
holding her breath.
  Despite the voice in her head screaming to get away from here, Amy
finally stepped into the room and up to the chest. It only took a moment
to remove the items that had been stacked on the chest during the last
few months. Amy reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a
key. The key that she had kept with her these last months. Ever since
she and Willow had packed away her mother's things.
  Amy had to step to one side to allow enough light onto the lock so she
could use the key to unlock the case. It turned easily. And with a click
that sounded deafening she knew that the lock was open. Removing the key
from the lock Amy replaced the key in her pocket and slowly opened the
chest.
  When nothing jumped out of the at her, Amy felt the tension drain from
her body and said. "See. That wasn't so tough was it?
  "Why didn't I bring a flashlight?" Said Amy  as she knelt in front of
the chest. When  suddenly from her right she saw something leap at her.
As she fell backwards all she could do, was scream.


Chapter 2:
Wednesday 7:50 am. Two days earlier.

  "He's is a little cute, but all he want's to talk about is sports."
  Amy was listening to Marlene with only half an ear. She was talking
about her second favorite subject. Boys. Still Amy preferred this over
Marlene's favorite subject. Marlene herself. Marlene was one of Amy's
best friends. But sometimes it paid to tune her out. Sometimes Amy
secretly wondered if maybe Marlene preferred it that way. Less chance of
being interrupted.
  The pair stopped with other students at the last intersection before
reaching Sunnydale High, and waited for the light to change. As they
stood there Marlene suddenly and with practiced  ease changed subjects
and began to talk about a pair of shoes she wanted to buy.
  Amy let her mind wander. Something had been bothering her all morning.
She couldn't identify what it was. For that matter she couldn't really
describe the feeling. Something between apprehension, and depression. No
that wasn't right either.
  Amy sighed inwardly and tried to shake the feeling for the hundredth
time that morning. Still with no more success than the other ninety-nine
times.=20
Automatically Amy began to cross the street with the other students when
the light changed. Suddenly the feeling intensified. Amy felt the hair
stand up on the back of her neck as she focused on the feeling. Then she
knew what it was. She felt like she was being watched.
  Stopping where she stood Amy turned around quickly. She looked up the
street the way they had just come. Everything looked normal. Just like
you'd expect on a sunny spring morning. Then she looked  to each side
trying to locate someone, or something that was out of place. Anything
that would explain her mood. Nothing.
  Amy jumped when without warning a car horn sounded and brought her
back from her distraction. She was standing in the middle of the
street.  Amy looked at the car to her left that had sounded the horn. In
the drivers seat sat a lady. Probably on her way to work. The woman had
a slightly annoyed look on her face. After a moment the woman raised her
hand off the steering wheel and motioned to her. Politely indicated that
Amy might want to continue across the street.
  "Amy! Amy!!."
  Amy turned towards the sound of her name. Marlene stood on the
sidewalk with an expression that said, "Duh-uh." Amy wondered how long
she had been standing there calling her name.
  "Are we spacing today?" Marlene asked. "Don't just stand there. Get
out of the road. We've got to get to class. You know what a pain Mr.
Sanders can be when we're late."
  Amy quickly turned and ran the rest of the way to the sidewalk.
  "What's the matter with you?" Asked Marlene.
  "Huh." Said Amy as they began to walk up the stairs to the main
entrance to Sunnydale High. "Oh nothing. I just thought for a moment
that I may have left my history assignment at home."
  "Well call you Over Reaction Girl." Marlene said as they passed
through the doors. Then she began to talk about the sweater she wore
draped over her shoulders. And how naturally, the sweater was the
perfect match to her skirt.
  Amy blinked as her eyes adjusted from the bright sunshine as the
walked down the hall. Just before they turned the corner towards their
first class of the day, Amy could not resist the urge to glance back out
the doors they had just come through. As she half expected, she saw
nothing.
  Five feet from the door to Mr. Sander's English class the bell rang.
  "We're late. Again." Said Marlene. "Great!"
  If she wasn't sure before she was sure now. It was going to be a great
day.=20
  "Oh well." Amy rationalized. "It sure can't get any worse. Can it?"=20
She was wrong.


   The day just dragged on and on. And so did Amy's mysterious mood.
Always something out there just out of reach. Something she couldn't put
her finger on. Sometimes she would be walking down the hall or sitting
in class and the feeling would turn up a notch . Amy would look around
but she could see no one or no thing out of the ordinary. Then just as
quickly the feeling would pass.
  The whole thing was getting on Amy's nerves. She was even starting to=20
wonder if she was starting to see things. Like at lunch. Amy was sitting
outside with Marlene and Toni, who was the third member of their trio.
The other two girls just chatting away like any other day. All Amy could
do was sit there and pretend she had an appetite.
  All of a sudden Amy got that feeling like she was being watched again.
She looked around slowly. But she saw nothing. Then suddenly something
caught her attention. Something so minor that she had almost missed it.
Over near the school building sat a pair of large green trash dumpsters.
The kind that the garbage trucks would pull up to with some kind of huge
claw like thing hanging out of the front. Then like some kind of monster
this claw would grab the dumpster, lift it over the cab and dump the
contents into the back of the truck.
  Well sitting on top of one of the dumpsters was a cat. From where she
sat it seemed to just sit there. But what caught Amy's attention was the
fact that the cat seemed to be staring directly at her. "That's just
your imagination." Amy thought. "This whole morning has got you really
spooked."
  But as she watched the cat Amy became convinced that it was really
watching her. Finally she had enough. Amy was just about to stand up and
go investigate when two people passed between her and the cat
momentarily blocking her view.   Then when they had moved out of the way
of her view of the dumpsters the cat was gone. No sign at all. Or had it
really ever been there at all.


********=20
  End of Part 1

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