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buffyfic-digest       Friday, September 18 1998       Volume 02 : Number 326



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Xander's Incredible Journey (5e/?)
       BUFFYFIC: My first ever fanfic -An Act of Love (pt 2)

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Date: Thu, 17 Sep 1998 12:58:00 PDT
From: "Cutter Kinseeker" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Xander's Incredible Journey (5e/?)

TITLE: "Xander's Incredible Journey"
AUTHOR: Cutter Kinseeker
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK: Yes! Yes! Yes! Tell me what you think, but constructive
criticism only please. No "it sucks" type messages.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first.
RATING: Mostly PG-13 for language and adult themes. A couple of parts
will be R.
DESCRIPTION: In the aftermath of "Becoming," Xander sets out after Buffy
and winds up "becoming" in his own right. This part deals with a pair of
strangers who show up in Hell to offer an exiled demon lord a deal he
can't refuse.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own jack. Correction--jack's probably the only thing
I do own. The rest belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the Frog
Network.
SPOILERS: Everything up to "Becoming".

S   S
P   P
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Part Five: Ennumu
*...In which two mysterious Strangers appear...*

    Hell was an unpleasant place to be at any time of the year, but summer
was especially bad. Time in Hell flowed at a congruous pace with that of
Earth, so for three "months" of the "year," Hell was even hotter than
usual--and if the heat didn't get to you, the humidity would. Of course,
the passing of seasons, even that of years, was all an illusion created
by the demon lords for their own sick amusement; thus, while it might
get hotter in summer in the parts of Hell that were already hot, the
only places that got any colder in winter were those that were already
cold. Spring and autumn brought their own terrors as well, as did any
other particular day that caught the demon lords' attention for whatever
reason.
    As has been said, Hell is never a pleasant place to visit--and no one
in their right mind would ever want to live there. Fortunately (for the
sake of the realtors, so they would have something to do in the
afterlife), there were all sorts of not-right types that wanted their
own plot right on the shores of the Lake of Fire, or in Abbathor's icy
ambiance (great ice-fishing, but the climate sucks), or right in the
limits of the Infernal City so as better to treat with their inhuman
masters. Unfortunately (for the sake of the realtors, so they would have
*plenty* to do in the afterlife), the inhabitants of Hell were mostly
transient; while a few (a very few) got out from time to time, either on
assignment or because of good behavior (brr!), most moved constantly
within Hell's boundaries, looking for a better deal or an easier job.
Occasionally, someone would just disappear, consumed by the dark plane's
energies or one of its bigger inhabitants, but no one really
noticed--after all, what's one less damned soul?
    This summer had been worse than usual; of course, since the demon lords
spent most of their time thinking up new and better ways to torment
their charges, that can be expected. Adding to the stink and
wretchedness of the place were the enormous number of major and minor
demons who kept coming back to Hell with some sob story or another about
a human girl with ash-blond hair and a cheerleader accent. The accounts
had finally grown into something of an urban legend among Hell's
elite--not really believed, but something that gave most of them a
slight start anyway. The fact that most of the demons that had been
"returned to their natural habitat," so to speak, were relatively minor
ones was a comforting fact for Hell's rulers.
    There was a major rumor going around that Moloch the Corrupter--a
greater demon, first cousin of the Lightbringer, and all-around
bad-ass--had fallen prey to this same demon-slaying cheerleader,
resulting in a large number of dirty jokes and limericks. While Moloch
enjoyed a good laugh as much as the next demon, he also preferred that
laugh in much the same way as the next demon--that is, at someone else's
expense. Sullen and silent, Moloch had holed up in his palace in the
Infernal City and only been seen a couple of times since he had
plummeted in from Earth. The one time he spoke to one of his tormentors
was to deny that he had been defeated--he had simply decided that he
didn't like California's weather, so he said.
    A few in the upper hierarchy--not including those demons that had
witnessed the girl in action personally--knew the rumors to be true.
There was one being in the World Above who knew how to defeat them, how
to battle them on their own terms. That blasted treaty that had trapped
them all down here had made sure of that. Of course, most demons didn't
get told that sort of thing if they were going out on assignment; it
would be bad for their already shaky morale. As for the few demons who
could confirm the legends... well, safe to say that most of them
wouldn't be confirming anything for a millennium or three. It was the
oldest and most heavily enforced law of Hell: the strong dominate the
less strong, and there is no place for the weak at all. If you had been
beaten by a *human*, then you were obviously weak; the only reason
Moloch was still in power was his relationship with the Lightbringer.
    So it came to pass on a hot summer day in Hell that two strangers came
to visit the palace of Moloch, Lord of Corruption and Viceroy of the
Provinces of Hell. The two--one exceedingly tall, with burnt-black skin
and horns, quite obviously a demon; the other small, almost as short as
a human, with a playful look and a burning gaze--walked through the
gates of Moloch's palace, right past the guards as if they weren't even
there. Something in their steady walk, their unfaltering gaze, convinced
the squad of demons that the pair were guests of their dark lord,
despite the fact that Moloch had specifically ordered them to keep out
all visitors. Demons are pretty easy to bluff, if you know how to act.
    Somehow keeping abreast of one another in spite of their disparate
heights, this unlikely pair made their way through the twisting
corridors and winding passages of the Palace of Temptation, pausing only
once when the smaller of the two gasped at something he had seen in a
mirror--not his own reflection, but a vision of the thing he wanted
most. This was the power of Moloch's palace, to tempt and corrupt those
that walked its halls until they could resist none of his orders. As the
larger being watched in amusement and mild annoyance, the image in the
mirror kept shifting, flickering between two opposing desires--which was
sound enough, considering his small companion's dual nature. Finally,
with a grimace and a quiet roar of indignation, the smaller one pulled
away from the mirror and continued on; his companion said nothing but
nodded slightly, as though congratulating his ally.
    After a time that could have been an hour or a century, they came into
Moloch's master chamber. The demon himself--once a proud and horrid
figure, full of power and wrath--was seated on his obsidian throne, idly
flipping channels on the Lightbringer's greatest invention. They watched
him for a moment, malicious amusement quite plain on the small one's
face now, before announcing their presence. As expected, Moloch's
reaction was less than positive.
    "How dare you enter this unholy place without my permission!" thundered
the demon lord angrily. "And how dare two such outcasts as yourselves
come here--of all places, here!" The smaller being giggled, breaking
Moloch's rant but darkening his mood; it was a dangerous path the
visitors walked, and failure could mean the Final Death for both of
them.
    "Ease up, Molly," said the small one in a smoothly placating voice that
held just a tinge of ridicule as he raised his hands in mock surrender.
"We come in peace... and we also come to offer a solution to your
problem."
    "My problem? I don't know what you-" began Moloch in a haughty tone.
This time it was the big demon who cut him off.
    "Your problem is that you were beaten. By a human." The big demon's
slow, measured tones were calculated to have the maximum insulting
impact to them. They did, and Moloch's face began to darken from its
usual sickly green to a baleful yellow-green. His hands clenched
involuntarily as he stood, his talons shredding the remote control like
a ginsu knife through wet paper.
    "Calm down, your scaliness," said the small being, this time with a
tremor in his voice. He hoped that he hadn't pushed the old bastard too
far. "We don't mean anything by it. After all, it seems like more and
more of our kind are getting the shaft all the time. It's nothing to be
ashamed of," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise, "and we
genuinely want to help you get revenge." Intrigued in spite of his
anger, Moloch sat back down, draping his black robes about himself
ostentatiously. He now looked and sounded every inch the demon monarch
he was, except that his tone was strained and tight. He commanded them
to continue.
    "Well, your evilness," said the small one, apparently the spokesman of
the two, "my buddy here wants to get back to the Upper World. So do I,
for that matter, but right now he's the important one." He smiled a
false smile at his compatriot, a gesture that was not returned. "He's
got a plan to make the winning move in this little game of ours and kick
Good's ass up between its shoulder blades. If you give us what we need
from you, we can guarantee you that, before the summer is out, Earth and
Hell will be as one."
    "Interesting boast," Moloch said in a bored voice, hiding his true
curiosity behind a veil of disdain, "but how do you intend to carry it
out?"
    "That's the cool part. Watch this." With that, the small one nodded to
his demonic companion, who closed his eyes, raised his arms high above
his head, and began to concentrate. In mere moments, the chamber had
gone from cool (every demon lord gets air conditioning) to warm to hot.
After a few minutes had passed, the demon's body was standing out in
sweat, his small companion had gone to his knees on the marble floor,
and even Moloch was starting to look uncomfortable.
    "Enough!" yelled the Lord of Corruption. "End the demonstration!" The
big demon dropped his arms to his sides, and immediately the room began
to cool down. In less than half a minute, the throne room was as cool as
ever. The small one stood, mopping his prominent brow with a
dark-colored sleeve, and smiled a broad and genuine smile.
    "You see, by concentration, my friend here can channel the flames of
Hell in any way he pleases. A few millennia ago on Earth, he even had
his own cult." He paused a moment, then cocked his head with a cryptic
grin. "Well, it wasn't so much a cult as it was a mystic protection
racket. What he would do is, he would send visions to villages near
Hellmouths and threaten to make all their water dry up if they didn't
worship him and sacrifice to him. Neat, huh? He kept this up for a good
five or six centuries--but who's counting?--until some bastards in boats
and pointy metal hats showed up and killed off all his potential
sacrifices.
    "That sucked pretty badly, especially considering how as he had most of
his power tied up in controlling the territory's weather at the time.
When the sacrifices stopped coming, he had to give it up and come back
here. He went through the exact same thing you're going through
now--snubbed by 'polite' society, laughed at behind his back, had dirty
limericks made up about him... well, you know the rest," he finished,
seeing Moloch's anger returning. "Anyway, he sulked for awhile, basking
in his own crapulence, before he decided to get up off his scaly ass and
do something about it."
    "And what, pray tell," said Moloch, barely suppressing his fury, "can
he do? Or you for that matter? Both of you were killed on Earth. That
means you can't ever go back; you're stuck here for all eternity--just
like me! You are powerless!" Moloch stood suddenly and moved forward
faster than either of them could follow. By the time they realized what
had happened, the small one was dangling three feet off the ground, his
throat tightly gripped in Moloch's claws. "Give me one good reason I
should not destroy you right now--I still might anyway, but I want a
reason I shouldn't!"
    Gasping and strangling, the small one managed to choke out four simple
words that made Moloch drop him in surprise: "We found a loophole."
    After he could speak again, the small one continued.
    "My big, bad friend here," again, he indicated the large black demon,
"is actually the one who figured it out, but it wasn't of much use to
him until recently. I popped in down here, and almost right away he came
to meet me. I was kinda doubtful, too, but the way I see it is this:
better a slim chance than none at all. As it turns out, I'm pretty vital
to the loophole he found in the Treaty of Midpoint."
    "What loophole, already," shrieked Moloch, losing any semblance of cool
he might have once had. "Tell me, or I shall tear you eyes out of your
head and devour them! I shall have you thrust bodily into the Lake of
Fire! I-"
    "Easy there, big fella, I was just getting to it." The small demon
cleared his throat, not so much because he needed to as he wanted to
annoy Moloch. "The loophole in the treaty is this: Section CLVI, Article
9, Paragraph 4, first line." Moloch's brow scrunched in concentration.
"In case you've forgotten, that's the 'Righteous Man' clause: If a
righteous soul should somehow wind up down here, we can't keep him.
Evil's our job, and we're good at being bad; the other side gets all the
goody-two-shoes in the universe. So, if a good and kind soul should get
stuck down here, we have to return him to Earth within one week of his
confinement, or else Good's goons get to storm the place and pull him
out." The small one smiled and winked.
    "Well, actually, the wording's kind of vague right there. It could be
interpreted to mean we have to return him to Earth, or we have to guide
him back to Earth; I chose the latter meaning. And the really good news
is that we get to pick our representative to guide this poor, misplaced
fellow back home--anyone we see fit to give the responsibility to, and
there doesn't seem to be any time constraint on the chaperone for when
he has to come back!"
    Moloch's evil smile continued to grow, until it threatened to burst his
reptilian lips open at the corners. He started to stand, then changed
his mind and sat again, fidgeting in his seat with excitement unbecoming
a demon lord.
    "Well, then," declared Moloch, "just take me to this poor, misguided
soul, and I'll make personally sure-"
    "Sorry, Molly," chuckled the small one, "it doesn't work that way. I
should have said, 'almost anyone.' While we can choose to take the
righteous soul back or wait until the saints come marching in, demon
lords can't shirk their Hellacious responsibilities just for such a
small task. Same section and article, next paragraph, third line.
According to the treaty, you and your fellow bigwigs have way too much
to do besides gallivanting across the Earth plane... How did you wind up
there in the first place?"
    "Long story," muttered Moloch, slightly disappointed now. "Don't ask."
    "Okay... Anyway, here's what we figure: You send us back, the righteous
guy gets stomped, we barbecue the planet, the Boss is so happy with you
that he makes you his second-in-command--and we all live unhappily ever
after!" Moloch's expression had become one of confusion and distrust.
    "Didn't you say that only one 'chaperone' could go back?"
    "Yup, and my bald friend is that chaperone."
    "Where do you fit in, then?"
    "Me?" he asked innocently. "I'm the righteous soul, trapped in an
underworld too hot and smelly, a place where my halo needs constant
buffing and waxing." He smiled and shrugged. "Just trust me on this one,
Molly. It'll work."
    "How do you intend the ascent?" asked Moloch, apparently having
accepted the plan at face value. After all, he had nothing to lose and
everything to gain.
    "I'm sure you have some people on the outside. Not necessarily devil
worshipers, mind you--those guys are funny as all get out, but not too
bright--but somebody who still passes you information, sacrifices, that
sort of stuff." At Moloch's reluctant nod, the small one continued.
"Then just get them to kill somebody and cast one of the rites of
renunciation; at the same time, we'll put a whammy on one of the
Hellmouths and it'll pop right open--at least, long enough for us to get
through. And if I'm lying, and I'm not a righteous man, then my buddy
and me both get fried. Happy now?"
    "One last thing," said Moloch, eager now but unwilling to proceed
before he clarified something. "There's a saying here in Hell: 'Anything
free is seldom cheap.' What are the two of you getting out of this?"
    "We get out of this shithole, for one thing," said the small one
bitterly. "I haven't been here a week, and already I don't like it.
Maybe after Hell and Earth get back together, you can make it a little
livelier, huh?" He looked over at his ally, who was standing impassive
as a stone. "He just wants to toe the party line and live it up a
little."
    "I assume you want something else," said the demon lord resignedly.
    "Yup, but nothing from you. I want to help you send the world to Hell,
but before we do, I want to take care of a little unfinished
business--for you and for me...
    "I want the Slayer."


END CHAPTER FIVE

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Date: Fri, 18 Sep 1998 08:39:02 -0700
From: "Slayer01" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: My first ever fanfic -An Act of Love (pt 2)

Title: An Act of Love (part 2 of who knows how many)
Author: Misery4
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, I'm scum
Rating: Pg 13 (don't really know, this parts PG)
Summary: Buffy arrives somewhere and gets disturbing news from someone,
this part is sad, really sad, there are a lot of emotions that I don't
think Buffy will be having a great time coping with if this stuff ever
happened to her. *Death of a character (not Buffy, Giles, Willow, Giles,
Xander or Spike), not graphic though. Will be a Spike/Buffy fic eventuall=
y
but not right now

Note to reader: This is turning out sadder than I thought but the next pa=
rt
should make so much more sense to everyone (I hope!) Spike will be in the
next part I promise!!!!!!


Death and hope
~~~~~~~~~ Back in Sunnydale ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Joyce was cleaning up Buffy's room.  Tears were flowing freely and her
knees were shaking.  The room was a mess and she had not dared to go in
since Buffy had left.  The memories were too painful.  The door bell rang=
.=20
Joyce ran down to see who was there hoping it was Buffy but it wasn't, it
was a man.  She opened the door and asked who was there. =20

"You can call me a friend..=85=85..a friend of Buffy's."  The voice was
mysteriously familiar, but was wrapped in evil.

"Do you know where Buffy is?",  the man continued.

Joyce shook her head and was about to close the door when she said, "Do I
know you, you seem awfully familiar?"

"Yes, I'm Angel, the guy Buffy slept with." =20

~~~~~~~~~

It was Angel but not the Angel Buffy loved, it was not even the Angel Buf=
fy
had killed.  This Angel was more evil, more possessed.  Joyce tried to sh=
ut
the door but Angel dived inside.  He grabbed her and pushed her against t=
he
wall.

"Now tell me where she is."

"I don't know."

"Are you sure you don't know because Buffy and I have a lot to catch up
on."

"She ran away from home, I haven't seen her since."

"It has been a pleasure talking to you but it will be a greater pleasure
killing you."

With that he killed her not even pausing to enjoy the moment like he used
to do. When Angel had finished he let her go and her body slumped to the
floor.  His face was vamped out.  He looked worse than before when he was=
 a
vampire, this time even his vamped out face looked vamped out.  With that
he walked up to Buffy's room and acted out his plan.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy got off the bus near where Kendra had lived.  She couldn't believe
she had come so far.  Half of her was telling her to go back and the othe=
r
half to carry on.  She went for a walk to think it over.  The moon was
throwing shadows everywhere and Buffy was glad she was not out slaying.=20
Suddenly from behind two vampires attacked her.  She reached into her bag
and pulled out Mr. Pointy.  She struggled to fight the vampires as she wa=
s
tired and hungry but in the end she staked them and they exploded into
dust.

Buffy sat down exhausted from the fight but she jumped up when she heard
her name.

"Buffy Summers, come with me your destiny awaits"

This sounded too familiar to her and she wasn't in any mood for jokes.  S=
he
swung round and grabbed the person who spoke, by the arm and threw them
onto the ground. =20

"Stop, I am a Watcher, Kendra's Watcher."

"Oh, I'm sorry about Kendra, but anyway I'm retired now=85.officially."

"I know you don't want to hear about this but you have to go home, your
destiny lies in Sunnydale."

Buffy let go of her captive and started to walk away.

"Angel is alive."

Buffy stopped and spun around shocked and disbelieving.

"He killed=85=85."

Buffy urged the Watcher to go on but she knew that the news could not be
good.

"He killed your mother."

Buffy went up to him and slapped him with a force that knocked him to the
ground.

"This is no time for jokes," she screamed.

"I have had one lousy day after another since Angel died," she continued.

Only then did Buffy realize that the Watcher was telling  the truth.
Watchers as a rule did not lie and Buffy just knew he was telling the
truth.

Buffy continued walking but as she did she began to stumble and trip and
eventually she fell over in the middle of the street.  Instead of picking
herself up she just sat there, crying wishing she was dead.  The Watcher
got  up and helped her into his car.  He did not speak but just drove her
to his house.  When he was there he helped her out and sat her down in th=
e
living room.  Buffy could not believe it, her own Mom was dead, her Mom,
her Mom.  After a while Buffy spoke and asked about Angel.

"He is even worse than before, your Watcher, Mr. Giles contacted me and
asked me to keep a look out for you, it seems that you are desperately
needed back home."

"I won't go back, I can't go, it hurts too much."  Sobbed Buffy.

"It is your decision but if you decide to go back there is a plane ticket
waiting at the airport for you."

Buffy refused the Watcher's food and lay down to sleep.  Again when she
closed her eyes all she could see was Angel but this time it was Angel's
vamped out face. =20



Part 3

Dreams and home
Buffy was hiding behind a bookcase in the library.  All her friends were
there talking but they did not know she was there.  Suddenly a gust of wi=
nd
blew open the library doors and in walked Angel.  He grabbed Giles by the
neck and shouted for Buffy to come out.  She could not move, she was
trapped by fear.  Giles protested that Buffy wasn't here but his protesti=
ng
stopped when Angel killed him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy awoke with a start and realized that it was only a dream.  She
couldn't take it any more she had to see if Giles and the rest of her
friends were okay.  She jumped up and left the Watcher who had gone to be=
d
a note and slipped out of the house.  The streets were empty except for t=
he
shadows but Buffy did not notice them this time.  She ran the three miles
to the airport even though it was incredibly hot, but she was glad of the
heat, it distracted her from thinking about her Mom. She booked in and sa=
t
down on a seat and closed her eyes again.  Again and again the same dream
played in her mind and she could not take it anymore.  She woke up and
boarded the plane.
When she arrived in Sunnydale she walked to the school library, it was
about three in the morning and she did not expect anyone to be there.

~~~~~~~~

The library was all lit up and all of Buffy's friends were there.  She
slipped in and hid behind a bookcase wondering if she should show herself=
.=20
Suddenly Buffy's dream started to come true.  Angel walked in, grabbed
Giles, and shouted for Buffy to come out.  "Not this time," she thought.

"Well hello lover" shouted Buffy as she walked down the stairs. =20

"How was hell, Angel?" asked Buffy not really caring.

"I loved it." He replied.

Giles and the others were so shocked at seeing Buffy that they forgot Ang=
el
was there and they ran out to greet her.

"Get back, this is between Buffy and I."

"I won't fight you Angel"

"I don't want you to, we are just going to talk, you know about your dead
mother."

Buffy felt herself wanting to cry but she resisted.  Angel was walking
around her, staring at her.

"Oh, your Mother was very nice, polite and so on.  She misses you, well I
suppose I should say, she missed you."

"Buffy couldn't take it anymore, she just burst out crying and fell to th=
e
ground.  She hadn't eaten or slept in six days, she had lost her mother,
her friend, and her lover.  Angel  laughed and walked out promising to be
back.  Giles ran to her and helped her to her feet.  She couldn't hold he=
r
balance so Xander came to help. =20

"I am so terribly sorry, I am so terribly sorry."  Giles just kept
repeating those words over and over again, Buffy said nothing.

Xander tried to help by saying silly things like, "Where's your Slayer
cool?" and "don't worry it was your destiny."  He didn't have a clue why =
he
kept saying things like that but one look from Giles and she shut up. =20

"Xander, take the others and your stupid comments and go somewhere else,"
"preferably to somewhere where Angel had not been invited in." he added.

Xander obeyed and left with the others heading to Oz's house.



Part 4

"Vengeance is mine" says the Lord."

~~~~~~~~~
Hours later Buffy felt better.  She and Giles had talked about what had
happened and she knew things would improve.  Giles had took her to his
house and made her some Hot chocolate.  Normally she hated the stuff but
now she accepted it graciously.

"Did you get my note?" asked Buffy.

Giles looked confused so Buffy explained.

"The note I left in the library, in your Watcher's diary in your office, =
I
know your diary is the only place you actually look about once a day."

"except for Vampire books and death books and evil books, which you seem
obsessed by."

Giles shook his head and said there was no note. =20

"I left you a note, explaining where I was going and why I had to go."
Protested Buffy.

They decided they would go back and look for it as it was not like Giles =
to
lose things.  When they arrived at the library Buffy ran to where she had
left her note and was surprised to see it was not there.  In it's place
though was another note, on golden bond paper, with a red ribbon tied
around it.  Buffy knew who it was from instantly and she called for Giles.

"I can't open it."

"I will," Giles replied, seriously.

On the paper was a drawing of her Mom a lot like the one Angel had drawn =
of
Jenny..  Giles watched as he saw the pain that he went through when he ha=
d
found Jenny dead come alive in Buffy's eyes.  He turned the paper over
slowly and read the message on the back ""Vengence is mine" says the Lord=
",
 he chuckled to himself at the way he had spelled vengeance wrong, but he
stopped laughing when he relized the sternness Angelus meant the message =
to
be delivered with. He shuddered to himself then went to support Buffy.

"Wait a minute, how did Angel escape hell and how did he know I would be =
in
the library at that time?' questioned Buffy ignoring the paper and the
drawing.

"...........And what does Vengeance is mine mean?"

Okay this is turning out to sound like a six year old w/ emotional proble=
ms
wrote it so any feedback is appreciated. Thanks to all those people that
said they liked it! That helps more than I ever thought could!!!

Misery4
[e-mail]
[e-mail]

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