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buffyfic-digest       Sunday, September 6 1998       Volume 02 : Number 319



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth #14
       BUFFYFIC: My Moira (10/?)
       BUFFYFIC: IOHM (8/?)

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Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 17:16:32 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Capeside: the Hellmouth #14

TITLE: Capeside: the Hellmouth #10 Almost Full Moon
AUTHOR: Taygeta
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FEEDBACK: Yes...whatever the complaint
DISTRIBUTION: Sure...just tell me where it's gonna go.
RATING: PG
SERIES: A Dawson's Creek/Buffy Crossover
DISCLAIMER: The characters and any other reference to Dawson's Creek are
the property of, creator, Kevin Williamson. The characters portrayed and
in reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to its creator Joss
Whedon, and it's owners Mutant Enemy Productions, Kuzui Enterprises,
Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox.  In other words, they do not
belong to me and I am just borrowing them.  No copyright infringement is
intended.

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Capeside: the Hellmouth
#14 Evil Unfolding
By: Taygeta

Cordelia peered into the water filled cauldron in front of her and
screeched, "Oohàthat slayer makes me so mad."

"Oh, relax, darling," Pacey said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek,
"This is going to workàwe've got it all planned perfectly.  Their forces
are downàthat Jen girl is near death with that demon we loaned the car
too, killing the Master Magician got their magic brats out of the way,
and I brought you a present."

She peered up at him and smiled, "Is a it a new dress?"

"Even better," he said.

"What can be better than a new dress?" she pouted and crossed her arms as
she pulled away from his hold.

Pacey smiled, "Ohàso many thingsàI'm sure you'll love your present,
Cordelia.  GrantàLarryàbring them in."

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as her tongue scraped against her
sharp incisors, "May I have them?"

"No, darling, they're not to eatàat least not yet, anyway," he said as he
walked towards their prisoners with a smile, "First, we have to get
through a little game of InterrogationàI'm sure there are a lot of things
they can tell us, isn't that right, Watchers?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Visiting hours are over, sir," one of the nurses said to Angel as he sat
in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs.

He looked up at her and mustered a smile, "UmàI knowàI'd - I'd just like
to sit here for awhile, if that's okay?"

"Sure, go right ahead.  No harm in doing that," she replied before she
walked away.

A few moments later he a different voice say to him, "Visiting hours are
over."

"I know, I - " he began as he looked up and then paused, "Hello, Mrs.
Lindleyàhow's Jen?"

The older woman smiled softly as she sat beside him, "She's in critical,
but stable condition still.  The doctors are prospecting for the best, as
they always are, and I'm merely praying that God doesn't take her too."

"But what if God wills it?" he asked as he glanced at her.

"Then He wills it," she said with a sigh, "but he hasn't yet, and I am
holding on to the fact that he hasn't."

"As am I," he said and for a moment, there was a peace in the room, as
silently old scores and scorns between the two settled almost
instantaneously.  All of which was due to a shared faith in a higher
being and a young woman hanging on to dear life in a room in the hustle
and bustle of a hospitalàa young woman, well loved.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"The sun's going to come up in a few hoursàwe, you, especially, better
head home," Buffy warned, "I think the vamp threats are over.  At least
for now."

"Yeah, I better go," he said, "If there's any change with Jen, make sure
and call meàI'd like to know."

She smiled and nodded, "Sure, of courseàwhat is it with you and Jen,
anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"You two, you guys were alwaysàkinda closeàkinda really good friendsà"

Dawson shrugged, "I suppose it's because we areàI mean before, we used to
go out, but that fell into shambles when she fell for Angel.  Then we
didn't talk to each other for awhile, but when we didàit was like before
we had dated, but minus the physical attraction and raging teenage
hormones."

They continued to the Leery house laughingly beneath the night's sheath,
and Buffy turned to him before she left and grinned, "Same bat time, same
bat channel?"

Frowning he asked, "What?"

"Never mind," she said shaking her head as she thought that Capeside
sourly lacked in the area of pop cultureàat least Sunnydale's version of.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Xander rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned as he trudged tiredly into the
kitchen.  He hadn't slept a wink the entire night.  Had he really changed
among the months that had passed in his stay in Capeside, and if he had,
was it so significant that he was no longer who he had been?  Then again,
how much did Buffy really know about him?

When he had told her about digressing and contemplating over who his
mother was now, she couldn't have possibly known that he had spent his
whole life doing that because he hadn't a clue who his mother was.  How
was she was suppose to know that the person who he called, Mom, who he
knew and loved as, Mom, wasn't even his to call his own.  Surely, he
cared for her like a son would, but it was because of his lost lineage
that they were never close to begin with.  The same was said for the
father that was never home to begin with.  The once-in-awhile father that
found himself to Sunnydale every Christmas and some birthdays and bought
him something new and extravagant each time.

"Quite the home life," he muttered to himself as he shut the refrigerator
door, grabbed his backpack, and headed out the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Giles, have you - " Buffy stopped mid-sentence to find the room occupied
with only Xander standing with a confused expression in what was formerly
a neat library, "What happened?"

"I came in here a few minutes ago and everything was a mess," he answered
as he glanced at her, "D-do you suppose it'sà"

"Vampires?" she finished as she stood beside him and surveyed the room
before meeting his glance, "Definitely."

"The minions of Cordelia and Pacey, I presume," Joey said closing the
library door behind her as she walked in, "I take it that Ms. Calendar
and Giles didn't get out of here."

"Most likely?  No," the slayer replied as she walked around the room,
continuing to eye the job the Undead Americans had left of their library
and she passed by Ms. Calendar's laptop, "Hey, this thing's on."

Joey and Xander walked towards the computer as Buffy opened it to reveal
that it was still on, apparently running on very low batteries.

"One of the vampires, probably pulled the plug," Xander said as he found
the adapter on the floor and hooked it to the PowerBook.

"Apparently not fast enough," Joey said with a smile a she clicked on a
file on the desktop, "Umàit says:"

"Library taken over by vampires.  Informed Willow's Society to take you
in so that a plan may be devised.  Cordelia and Pacey are initiating
their plan to kill youàreasons for all the vampires.  Good luck, we are
sure you'll survive.  Don't worry about us, we can-"

"That's itàthat's all that was written."

"They're going to try and kill you," Xander said looking at Buffy with
unmasked concern.

"Try's the keyword, Xand, because I'm still alive and kicking, and I
intend to stay that way."



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Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1998 00:00:17 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: My Moira (10/?)

TITLE: My Moira #10
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK:  Very muchly wanted (bad or good...whatever the complaint)
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first.
RATING: PG
DESCRIPTION: Buffy's daugher is a slayer.  It's about 20 some-odd years
after.  Buffy's married to Xander.  Cordelia's a Watcher.  Buffy and
Giles retired from the slayer-biz.
DISCLAIMER:  The characters portrayed in this fanfic and any such
reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer television series belong to their
creator, Joss Whedon, and their owners, Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui
Productions, Sanddollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other
words, they do not belong to me.  Copyright infringement not intended.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
My Moira #10
By: Taygeta

Wham!  Whack!  Crackàcrash!  Moira winced as the wooden structure broke
on her last kick, "Sorryàlooked kinda on the side of ancient though, so I
suppose damage can be forgiven?"

"Why didn't you guys tell me she was a natural?"  Cordelia said in
amazement at she looked at the broken apparatus.

Xander smiled and chuckled, "Depends on what you consider as natural?  10
years of karate, 3 years of gymnastics, 8 years spent studying ballet,
tap, modern dance, and soft-shoeà"

"Oh and don't forget the year spent figure skating," continued Buffy with
a smile.

"But how is that possible?" the Watcher asked carefully, "That's a lot of
activities for a 15-year-old girl, even if she's a slayer."

Buffy explained, "Moira's been taking karate since she was five and that
and ballet are the only two she's kept from all of that.  She started
gymnastics at three when she saw the Olympics for the first time, but I
had her quit because she broke her wrist and ankle when she jumped on the
balance beam when she wasn't suppose to and fell.  Then we get into the
dance phase years and she's still doing that with her ballet."

"What about figure skating?" she asked.

"That went out the window when she found out the coach was getting
married," Xander said with a laugh.

"Dadàthat *so* wasn't like that!" insisted Moira with such an admonished
expression that it was obvious that it was "so" like that and she turned
to Cordelia, "Is it necessary to have the PU's here?"

She wrinkled her forehead, "PU's?  What are you - "

"Parental Units," the teenager explained exasperatingly.

"You heard the slayeràout," Cordelia said as she opened the door, the
"PU's" reluctantly exited, and she closed the door behind them.  "So,
Moira, why don't we get into - "

"Heyànow I remember youà" the fifteen-year-old said with a grin, "You
used to date Dad!"

Cordelia crimsoned under her pupil's grin, but held her composure, "How
did you -"

"Prom pics," she replied simply and then donned a devious expression,
"So, were you and dad serious?"

She hesitated and replied, "Umàsort of, but getting back to - "

"How did you guys end up in the non-relationship factor?"  Moira
continued to probe.

"It just didn't work out," she said, "Now can we get - "

"How so?" the slayer said in a tone imitating innocence, but was
obviously far from it's exterior.

"If I tell you, do you promise no more questions and you get back to
training?" asked Cordelia in a vexatious tone.

"Slayer's honor," she said with crossed fingers behind her back.

"Hands," she said as she looked at her critically.

"Slayer's honor," she repeated with both hands showing, "Now spill."

Shrugging Cordelia replied, "There's nothing really to spill.  The night
those pictures were taken was the night we broke up - "

"He broke up with you at the prom?"  Moira said with wide-eyes, "That's
beyond scale harsh."

Smiling, she shook her head, "N-no Moira, you don't understand.  *We*
broke upàmeaning, mutual.  It was a long time coming too, I guess both us
just didn't want to admit it.  See, for the most longest time, your
father was in love with your mother."

"But Mom was dating someone else, right?" she said, "Some guyàthat was a
major baddy in the eventual I hear."

Realizing that her student hadn't a clue who Angel was, let alone, the
identity of Angelus, Cordelia carefully said, "Uhàyeah, ended up being
totally not himself.  Anyway, despite that she was pretty upset at what
he turned out to be that kind of threw your father and your mother
together, friendship, wise.  I was still his girlfriend, but even before
that, I subconsciously knew he had this concept with her.  Admittedly,
and never tell him this, I was jealous, but I never really let him see
that."

"Wait a minute, does that mean Mom was the reason you two became
non-existent?" she said speculated.

"She was one of the reasons, but we wouldn't have worked out in the end,
I don't think," Cordelia said, "And now, I think I've said just a little
too much about the years of yesterday.  So, why don't we get to crossbow
training and leave your probing manners to the vamps in case
interrogation takes place.  Let's just hope you won't use those 'special
skills' to interrogate their former 100+ years love lives."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Giles watched his breath swirl in the coldness of the California fall
night as he eyed the twilight visible above.  Turning around he saw
Cordelia walk out of the house to join him, holding too hot mugs of
coffee.

"Thought you might need this," she said handing him a large green mug,
"Don't worry, it's decaff."

"Not that it mattersàtruthfully, sleep has been rather, as Xander used to
put it, gone, lately," he replied as he took a sip of the warm liquid,
"How goes training?"

"Physically, the girl is like two Buffies," smiled Cordelia, "Dance and
karate trainingàit's as if Xander and Buffy subconsciously knew their
daughter was the next slayer.

"Emotionally?" he questioned.

"Not too well off," she admitted, "She's not taking any of this very
seriouslyàand I think Buffy's right.  She's going to have to patrol and a
kill a vampireàfight a vampire, really, if she's gonna survive this.  I
pray to God, that I'm going to be as lucky as you were GilesàI think that
all Watchers do.  You're the first to have a retired slayeràand all of us
want that."

"Sadly, enough, not everyone reaches that," he said, "But I wouldn't say
that I was entirely lucky to have been the Watcher of Buffyànot that I
wasn't lucky.  Headstrong, that girl wasàstill is to this day, but I
think that that's what made her survive.  Her adversary ways, her
stubborn demeanor, and her want to be normal and knowing that she
couldn't be soàperhaps never be so."

"Thanks for the complimentary, Giles," Buffy said as she walked out of
the kitchen and closed the screen door behind her, "But do you know what
really kept me going?"

"What?"

"I didn't want anyone else to die, knowing that I had the best chance of
preventing it," she said, "When Ms. Calendar diedàI had a harder time
adjusting than you would have thought.  To know that in that moment, in
the mall, I could of - I could of killed him, but I didn'tàI blamed
myself for that."

"But it wasn't your fault, Buffyàyou weren't readyàyou can't tell the
future," Cordelia replied, "Prophecy and all, it's only a portion of what
may be, in reality, all those prophecies we've tried to divert, happened,
we've just prevented them from being worse.  Is that what I need to teach
Moira?  She's got stubborn and headstrong stamped over her foreheadàI
wonder where she gets that from."

"Surely not from the guy that ran like a woman," joked Xander as he
joined them on the back porch.

"At least you came out, non-amphibious," quipped Cordelia with a smile.

"Wait a minute, Cordy, I thought you took care of Annie the slayeràhow is
it that you were able to take charge of Moira?"  Giles asked with a
frown.

"I was actually Annie's replacement Watcheràthe one that trained her
since birth died at the hands of a vampire and the Watcher's Society gave
her to me," she said, "Apparently, I didn't do such a good job."

"You mean, I didn't do such a good job," Buffy said softly.

"He's not your destiny," Giles said with a comforting glance.

Cordelia looked at them and said, "No, he's Moira's."

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Date: Sat, 5 Sep 1998 00:01:27 -0700
From: [e-mail] (Charity C. T.)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: IOHM (8/?)

TITLE: In Opacitatem Habitant Modo #8 Angelus
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK:  Yes...please...whatever the complaint
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first.
RATING: PG
SERIES DESCRIPTION: Buffy is blind, various POVs
INSTALLMENT DESCRIPTION: A peek into the mind of Angelus
DISCLAIMER:  The characters any such reference to Buffy the Vampire
Slayer television series belong to their creator, Joss Whedon, and their
owners, Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar
Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other words, they do not belong to
me.  Copyright infringement not intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think this is not my best work...at all.  I find it a
little bit better than my Willow, but not too much better.  Feedback
would definitely be appreciated because I really need to know opinions
due to the fact that this is a very hesitant installment.  So, if you
will...?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In Opacitatem Habitant Modo
#8 Angelus
By: Taygeta

The dark, where the forbidden that harbors in the shadows of the day come
to play.  A place cloaked by the black, by the evil, and lighted only by
the moonlight that casts the spells of madness at the fall of the light
of day.  Where vampires, witches, demons, and wolves seep in through
moonlight's rays, and where the slayer will live her last weeks, days,
hours, and minutes, before she is mine again.

My love.  My obsession.  My kill.  She is all.  The chosen one among the
rest, the chosen one that I choose to destroy.  After all, she is the
slayer.

She is wanted by the vampires, the undead creatures of the night, by
demons, by witches, and even by the hell-lord himself.  All want her
dead, quick and easy, but not me.  Not I.  I want her alive to drain her
first of those sickly human feelings she gave to me and my counterpart
gave to her.  I want her first to feel pain and suffering, and then,
*then* the very blood that runs its course through her veins will fill my
own and take from her that precious elan vital, or at least what is left
of it in blood.

But as strong as my want to destroy her inside and out, the wantàthe
wrathàof Druscilla, may indeed be the stronger.  Spike's ashes litter the
floor still where he died, where she sits at shrine through day and
through night.  Madness has encumbered her again, bound itself to her
soul, but insanity is no longer a barrier to her demon's passions, for
intent has paved its absurdly sane way.

The Creatures of the Dark scoff at our idleness, at our sitting in wait
for her to come to us.  Ignorant, those undead fools are.  She may be
without eyes, without sight, but she is strong, stronger than any of
those I had faced before, and although he never admitted it, not that he
can now, anyway, stronger than Spike had ever killed.  Lack of sight will
not stop heràI know her too well.

And admittedly so, I know the sickness of human love all too well.  The
bonds that she has with those friends of hers are powerful.  So powerful
that they will do anything to keep her alive, even if their life must end
in the process.  From the shadows, I know how guilt ridden they all are
over her loss of eyes, but no matter the guilt, it seems that the
nauseating feelings of love overwhelm the vice.

They think we are only dealing with her, and that is where they are truly
the imbeciles because it is far from being that, has never been that, and
could never be that.  Fighting her means to fight them, and although they
are but mere mortals in the game of Good vs. Evil and are treading very
slowly on the thin line of life and death, they, with her, are making us
walk their very path in this everlasting game.


******End of #8 and my last plea for feedback!!!*******

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