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buffyfic-digest       Sunday, September 27 1998       Volume 02 : Number 340



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: The Chosen One (2/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Cursed #4
       BUFFYFIC: My Past, Your Future (1/?)

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Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1998 15:46:53 PDT
From: "Toni Walker" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Chosen One (2/?)

The Chosen One
part 2
by Bradygirl

An emerald glow penetrated every inch of the landscape above some
nameless city they couldn't identify. Giles knew they had passed through
the portal, but no one could really see where they were headed. They
just knew they were falling toward a blip on a live map that flew at
them at a break-neck speed.

The group landed in awkward positions on a grassy area near an enclosure
of buildings. Buffy was the first to regain consciousness. She brushed a
colorful leaf from her face and gazed at the sky. It wasn't exactly
blue, but it wasn't other worldly either. That was a relief, but to her
dismay darkness came swiftly as twilight descended on the city. Buffy
knew that twilight meant vampires.

"Oh, my backside," moaned Buffy as her pain became apparent.

Xander got up from behind Buffy and couldn't help but look at her
assets. "And may I say, what a nice backside it is." He couldn't wipe
the smile that spread across his face.

"Xander!" the girls yelled in sync.

"Hey, I'm just stating a fact. So sue me!" He threw his hands up in the
air in frustration.

"Giles, aren't there easier ways to pass through rips in reality?" Buffy
really wasn't looking forward to the trip home if she had to fall that
far again. It must have been over fifty feet. Who could fall fifty feet
and live?

"From what I've researched, yes. Angel must have wanted us to suffer."
Giles groaned as he rose to his feet. "I don't think my back will ever
be the same."

"Thanks for sharing, watch-meister." Xander patted Giles on the back and
he flinched a little. Suddenly, Xander realized something. The chorus of
voices yelling at him wasn't limited to only Buffy and Willow. He could
have sworn he'd heard Cordelia's voice, but that was impossible.
Cordelia wasn't there when Angel zapped them to this place.

The sound of twigs snapping made him turn on his heel. Cordelia was
about ten feet from the rest of the group lying in a hay bale. Leaves
and hay stuck this way and that out of her wet hair and clothing. She
was a shambled mess.

"You have some nerve Xander Harris!" she lamented brushing the dirt from
her knees. "Looking at other girl's behi...well... looking at OTHER
GIRLS, PERIOD!

"My Cordelia, you have never looked worse. Mighty unbecoming. And may I
ask-- pray tell, why is your hair wet? Did you hit a rain cloud on the
way down?"

"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, dork breath!"

"Are you going to tell us? Or are you going to keep us in suspense?"
asked Xander nicely.

"What?" Cordelia really had no idea what the lame brain was talking
about. Maybe he just liked to hear himself speak. She knew so many
people who were self involved like that.

"Your hair?"

"Oh, that. I was at the salon getting my nails and hair done."

Xander watched Cordy take a deep breath and then waited for the selfish
little witch to get her let-me-tell-you-what-happened-to-ME party
started.

"Phillip, you know Phillip, my hairdresser? Well, he wasn't there.
That's just my luck, isn't it? So I had to settle for this frumpy old
woman named Doris. I thought, God, what a horrid name. Couldn't her
parents have picked something better? Sheesh. Anyway, she was going to
cut my hair. Then I looked at her split ends and about died. Why was I
letting her work on my hair when she looked like that? She had split
ends from hell."

"Cut to the chase Cordelia. We don't have all day," muttered Buffy.

"LIKE I was saying before I was so *rudely* interrupted," Cordelia made
sure to put emphasis on  rudely. "I was getting my hair washed... Did
you know there is still conditioner in here?" she said as she pulled at
her black locks. "It better be the leave in kind."

They had all gathered in a group around Cordelia once they realized she
had been transported along with the rest of them.

"Oh, my God!" cried Cordelia once she spied her reflection in the store
window. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like this." She left them all
and tromped into a place named Ballistixs. She poked her head out the
door for a fraction of a second. "You don't happen to have a hair dryer,
do you?"

"No, sorry, not on me," mocked Xander.

"Does that girl think of anyone besides herself?" asked Buffy.

"Well... once. I think. But she didn't do it consciously. I think it was
an accident," added Willow.

"Now to the issue at hand," Giles took control since he was the only
adult. Not to mention the fact that he was the watcher. "It appears
Angel has vanished."

"That's a *good* thing, right?" Xander and Angel had never gotten along
too well, even when he was a decent vampire. Now that he was soul-less,
Xander hated him even more.

"No, Xander. It's not a good thing," said Giles as he cleaned his
glasses. "We have to bring the vampires back to our own reality before
they hurt anyone else in this place." The watcher motioned to the
buildings around them.  They were in the middle of some Halloween-ish
display in the center of the enclosure.

"Giles, it's called a mall. We have them back in our world too. You
know, you *shop* there." Buffy couldn't resist the temptation to taunt
her watcher. A slayer had so little fun these days. "You should try it
sometime."

Giles glared at Buffy, but she only smiled. He hated when she didn't
take his assignments seriously. Today there were more lives at stake
than her own.

"Does anyone have a clue where we are?" asked Xander.

"Oh, I do, I know," chimed in Willow raising her hand. She slowly
brought it down self consciously. "We're in Salem."

"How did you deduce that Sherlock?" said Xander in a snide tone.

"It says right there on the wall, Salem Place. If this is Salem Place,
then it's only logical to assume that this is Salem. Right? Or not
right?" Willow's voice started out confident but the statement ended in
a timid question.

"Nice work, Willow," complimented Giles. "At least we know where we are.
That's a start."

A few minutes later Cordelia came out of Ballistixs wearing an entirely
new outfit complete with new shoes and matching purse. Her hair was
shining and appearance, flawless.

"Well, don't you look nice. Doesn't feel good to get dressed up once in
a while?" mocked Xander to Cordelia.

"The shoes weren't exactly what I was looking for, but I guess they'll
have to do," she said turning her foot this way and then that examining
the loafer .

"Cordelia, how did you pay for that,"  asked Giles.

Out of her small purse she pulled a credit card. "I never leave home
without it."

"Well, that is promising. Very promising indeed. At least we know we're
still in our own reality where we can use our own money." Giles took a
deep breath and continued. "Now, let's find the vampires and get back to
Sunnydale."

"Yeah, team!" yelled Xander.

"Giles, once we find Spike, Drucilla and Angel.... how do we get back
home?" Buffy knew that the slaying was the easy part. The hard part
would be finding the way home... if there was one.

"Click your heels together three times and say..." Xander did his best
impression of Dorothy from the Wizard of  Oz. "There's no place like
home. There's no place like home."

Willow cast Xander a troubled expression. This was no time for fun and
games. This was real life. Real life where real people could die. Real
people like them.

"Why don't we split up into teams," Willow suggested. "Giles and I will
go this way. Xander and Cordelia will go that way...."

"Hey, why do I get stuck with the ice princess? Can't I go with Buffy?"
complained Xander.

"...and Buffy will go this way. We'll all meet back here in an hour.
How's that sound?"

"Fine with me," said Buffy. "In an hour then."

The three groups split off in different directions. Buffy didn't mind
being alone. She slayed alone all the time. But this was a new and
unfamiliar territory. She had a wiggy feeling about it already.
Everything about this place was wiggy. No one was walking around. Where
was everyone? Before she knew it she was down on the waterfront.

"Hey, where did this pier come from?" she said to to no one. The pier
had practically materialized in front of her. One minute she was in the
mall and now she was on the waterfront. This was very weird.

"Oh, this is definitely wiggin' me out."

To her right was a small establishment called Brady's Pub. Maybe someone
in there knew something. As she approached a blond man appeared at the
door as if by magic.

"Woah, where did he come from? This is definitely not reality. People
and places just don't appear and disappear like this," whispered Buffy
to herself.

The blond man was about to enter the pub when a man ambushed him. It
wasn't a man. That was a vampire. She'd recognize his ugly demon-like
face anywhere. Buffy flew into action, literally. She performed a flying
kick into the vampire's back, but he still held onto the blond man who
seemed utterly shocked by the vampire's appearance.

"What do you want?" he asked the vampire. "Here, take my wallet."

"Buddy, I don't want your wallet. I want your blood." The vampire
started to descend to the man's throat revealing his sharp razor-like
teeth.

"Let him go," spit out Buffy through clinched teeth. She hated seeing
the innocent tormented by vampires. It really ticked her off.

"Get out of here," the man yelled. "I think he's gonna kill me."

"Not if I have anything to say about it, he won't."

Buffy slammed her fist into a picket fence.Where it came from she didn't
know, and at the moment,  she didn't care either. The white wooden slats
became very useful stakes. Probably not sharp enough, but they'd do in a
pinch, and this was a pinch. She ran at them both, and bounded through
the air piercing the vampire through the back. The stake stabbed him
through the soft flesh of his back. The momentum of her falling forward
pushed the wooden instrument straight into his heart. The vampire
dissolved in a cloud of smoke.

Buffy forward momentum hadn't stopped after killing the vamp. She ended
up tackling the man and they both landed in a heap on the ground. He on
his back and she on top of him. Finally she got a good look at his face.

 I know him, she said to herself. She stared at him with a sense of
wonderment. "I know you. You're Mike, right?"

"Have we met?" grunted Mike. Buffy got off him and he stood again. "I'm
sure I would have remembered such a beautiful girl."

"Ah, what a sweet thing to say. No wonder all the girls are crazy about
you. No, we've never met." She searched her brain for a reasonable
answer. "Someone... someone... pointed you out to me once." Whew! Well,
at least she wasn't lying. It was sort of true.

"And you remembered me? I'm flattered," said Mike as he brushed the dust
off his jacket. "Are you new to Salem?"

"Yeah, really new. I just... dropped in."

Mike put his hand on the side of Buffy's face, and she thought she'd
faint. She'd always heard that teenagers had raging hormones. Well, hers
were raging right now.

"That's quite a nasty cut you have there. Why don't you come over to the
hospital with me and I'll patch that right up."

"Sure," she said dreamily. "Anything you say. Are we going to University
Hospital?"

"That's right. I'm Chief of Staff there now."

"I know," she said without thinking.

"Can I ask you something?"

Buffy nodded.

"What happened to that guy?"

"He ran off," she improvised.

"I thought maybe he did. But for a minute, it looked like he dissolved
into dust."

Buffy laughed. "That's ridiculous. Your eyes must have been playing
tricks on you."

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

Carrie Reed stood a few feet away from Mike watching him and the cute
blond girl talking. What was he doing with her, she wondered. Carrie
hadn't been able to get Mike off her mind for weeks. Or had it been
years? Why had it taken her so long to realize her feelings for him.
Sometimes she felt so clueless. Like someone who knew it all was holding
something back from her.

She ducked back into the shadows as the two of them walked down the
street and faded into the fog wafting off the pier. From behind her a
hand came out from the darkness and closed over her mouth.

"Hello, luv," cooed Spike. "Has Buffy stolen your boyfriend? Well, he is
your boyfriend, isn't he? Even if you won't acknowledge it or accept it.
I know all about you Carrie Brady Reed. I wonder what your husband would
say if he knew that his Carrie-warrie was lusting after her best friend.
I have an idea. Why don't we find out." Spike drug Carrie into the
shadows and they both disappeared into the night.

To be continued......

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Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1998 01:40:27 -0700
From: [e-mail] (C. Catherine)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Cursed #4

TITLE: Cursed #4 The Hope of Possibilities
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK:  Yes, whatever the complaint.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first.
RATING: PG-13
DESCRIPTION: Someone's out to kill Angel...they're cursed...it's a whole
curse concept.  PRE-"Surprise" and "Innocence," so Buffy and Angel are
still together.
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 Productions, Sanddollar
Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other words, they do not belong to
me.  Copyright infringement not intended.

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Cursed
#4 The Hope of Possibilities
Idea by: Slayer01
Written by: Taygeta

"Can't we just uncurse her?" Xander inquired when Buffy came back into
the room, Angeless, "I mean, there's gotta be a spell, right, to counter
the other spell?"

"Giles?" the slayer asked as they all looked at the Watcher hopefully.

"I - I'll check my books, but I have to admit, I haven't heard much about
the Tidier curse.  I didn't even know that Angel was the vampire
involved.  I thought the deed to kill had occurred and the Tidiers had
been set free from their hex, but I suppose my initial thoughts are
wrong," he said as he pulled volumes from the shelves.

Willow sat in front of the computer and typed in Tidier.  Her face
scrunched in thought as she scrolled down, "Oh my Godàoh my Godà"

They turned to her and behind her, surrounded the small screen.  Buffy
glanced at her red-headed friend, "What?  What's wrong?"

"This site has excerpts from the actual diaries of some of the hexed,"
she replied, "Listen to thisà"

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

I am the first of the Tidiers to face this, I suppose, but as the first
to be cursed, it is not a privileged rite.  I am but human and cannot
kill that which is innocentàI do not even believe I could kill that which
is guilty.  Soul-encumbered he is now and thus he shall remain for I
cannot even begin to try to destroy that which no longer bows under the
control of the heartless and cruel Angelus.  Though it maybe the same
body, 'tis not the same spirit inhabited.  How does one live their life
with the knowledge that doom is looming overhead?  How does one live
their life knowing destiny is falling into the world of the gone and the
mad?  Moreover, can that state even be considered as even the slightest
portion of the living realm?  I think not, although I wish not to think,
as I wish not to be mad, as I wish to live and dream as others do, but
sadly 'tis not my choice to make.

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

"William Tidier was found with a gunshot bullet to the head a few days
after his last entry," sighed Xander and he shook his head, "I guess, he
found the control he wanted with his life."

"Yeah, the control to make that life go away.  I mean, imagine the choice
they had to go through.  Either they killed someone that they didn't
believe was at fault or go mad trying," Buffy said and she turned to
Giles, "I can't let that girl do thatàeither or, there has to be a cure."

The Watcher took a deep breath and nodded, "If there is, we shall find
it.  Now, you take those books over there, Willow, fiddle with that
god-awful machinery if you wish, and Xander - "

"Just call me Book Guy," he said sitting beside a stack of books and
opened the first one on top.

"All right," Giles said as he sat down and began to read the tiny print
of the dusty leather-bound volume.

Buffy turned the first few pages and stopped as she glanced at her
Watcher, "Giles?"

"Yes?" he asked looking up.

"Y-you don't think she'd do anythingàdo you?" Buffy asked worriedly,
"Y'know, like take on the ancestral act of being non-living?"

He blinked and thought, "Oh, Godàs-she must highly unstable if she
knowsàumàGo."

"Consider me gone," she said as she grabbed her bag and headed out of the
library like a fury.

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

Leifa roamed the dark streets of Sunnydale, it was still a few hours
until sunup, and she could feel a certain evil atmosphere about, stronger
than it had been when she come during the day.  This place was obviously
not your average quiet neighborhood.

"Hey little girl," a voice said in the dark alley of one of the
buildings.

"Speak of the devil," she muttered under her breath as she walked passed
the alley.

"Hey, I was talking to you," the gruff voice announced as she felt her
arm being grasped by a slimy, dirty hand.

"Yeahàwell, talk this," she replied as she elbowed his stomach and kicked
him to the floor.

He glared at her before he stood up and walked away muttering, "What a
crazy bitchà"

"I see you handled that pretty well," Buffy said coming from behind her.

"Slayer," Leifa said in surprise as she saw the blonde come behind her.
"I have a name, you know," she immediately prompted blinkingly.

Leifa nodded and said with raised eyebrows, "Buffyàrightà"

Buffy frowned, "Well, don't wear it outà"

"Sorry, it hasn't exactly been the best of days," she replied, "I, uh,
had a mission and was about to proceed with it without much of a
conscience, and that failed when I gained the necessary conscience."

"So, you know?" she said looked at her softly.

"Yes, your boyfriend's cursed, I'm cursed, it's a cursed world," she
replied, "but as I see it, your soulidified boyfriend got the better end
of the stick."

"Well, I'm not here to debate who's got the better curse," Buffy said,
"I'm here to tell you that whatever happens, I don't want you to go about
ending anything."

Leifa looked at her carefully, "You think I'm going to kill myself?"

"Yeah, I think you're very capable of it," she said straighforwardly,
"It's either that or killing my guy and I can't really let you do that."

"You'd rather have me go mad than to see your boyfriend dead?"

"No, I'd rather that *neither* happen.  I'd rather have you be a normal
teenager doing without the whole 'killing because of my curse' concept
*and* have my boyfriend keep his soul-bearing undeadness."

"I'm sorry, Buffy, but it's one or the other, there's never going to be a
both," Leifa replied and began to walk away.

"Hey," the slayer said as she pulled her back with a jerk, "That's it?!
You're going to give up?!  Kill yourself or go mad?"

"What makes you think I'm not going to kill him?"

"Because you would have done it already!  You would have trailed us to
find his apartment and probably attack him during the day!"

"So I'm not going to kill him - I can't kill him - but I can't kill
myself and I don't want to go mad, but it's not like I have much of an
alternative, what do you expect from me?!  You don't even know me!"

"Maybe not, Leifa," she replied, "but I don't want you to die or go mad.
I know what it's like to have death looming over your head all the time,
okay?  It's not pretty.  As strong as you may be, as much as you are a
fighter, it's still there.  So, maybe I don't know you, so maybe I can't
really understand what's going in your head right now, but I'll be damned
if I'm going to let your nightmares become reality."

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Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1998 16:58:43 EDT
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: My Past, Your Future (1/?)

Title: My Past, Your Future (1/?)
Author: AnGeL X ([e-mail])
Distrbution: Just Ask!
Spoilers: Takes place after Becoming
Rating: PG-13, language
Description: I'm not giving anything away.  Deal with it!
Disclaimer: Catherine and some of the story ideas are mine.
I own nothing that's really Buffy, never will, don't sue.
Feedback: I live for it. This is a new story for me, while I wait
for Love's Revival to go through the finished editing stages.

~ ~ ~ ~

Step by step, her long black hair swayed back and forth.
Glistening at times in the light from the few street
lamps in the area. Her short black skirt constantly riding
up to a height even she knew was too short for the
neighborhood she was walking in, but it was too late. Half
way to her destination, and already late, she didn't have
time to go back and change. Hoping no one would spot her
alone on the street, she continued on, walking as fast as
she could without standing out.

A hand shot out of the alley on her right and wrapped itself
around her mouth, pulling her into the pitch black area.  He
head smacked up against the brick wall and her eyes flew wide
open, catching just the slightest bit of her attacker's face.
The street lamps didn't hit this area any better than they did
the actual street and his face was, for the most part, shadowed.

"Don't you move. Just do what I say, and maybe I'll let you live."

Tears streaming down her cheeks and obstructing her vision, she
managed a whimper agreeing to his terms. Like she had much of a
choice.  A car started down the street but her back was to the
direction it was coming from. The man peeked around the corner
and cursed under his breath. Grabbing the woman's arm tightly
and ripping her from the wall and down the alley way, the man
tried to escape the police car starting down the street.

The woman struggled to keep up with him as he dragged her behind
him.  She didn't want to think about what he'd do if she fell.
The stiletto heels she was wearing weren't helping any either.
Pretty sure she already twisted both ankles, she continued to
struggle behind him, unable to scream behind the hand that stayed
clamped around her mouth.

After safely making it to another alley, at least three blocks
away, the man slowed down and threw her up against another brick
wall.

"Now, where were we?" He said, with a smile that covered his face.

"Is this the best you could do?" A tall woman with short dark
hair walked over, gracefully stumbling on each step. Her face
too, was shadowed by the non-existent light in the alley. Only
the moon gave the effect of their silhouettes.

"She's perfect. Young, beautiful, everything he wants."

"Whatever. Just don't hurt her. If we bring in damaged property,
we'll be dusted by dawn." The woman stayed back, leaning up
against the adjacent building.

"Relax. I'm just going to...break her in."

"You do that, and I'll kill you myself."

"Oh yeah, that's right. Your sole purpose is ruining all my fun."

"A girl's gotta get her kicks somehow."

The woman still pinned against the wall with the man's hand
across her mouth just watched the two in their discussion.  She
tried to focus on their faces through the tears in her eyes.
The woman with short hair looked like her face was deformed
somehow but neither could make eye contact or focus on
eachother's faces in the light.

"Well, little lady. Looks like you get to go to the boss, brand
new. It's a shame, but I'd actually like to live to at least a
hundred and well, I don't think that'll happen otherwise."  He
grabbed her neck with his free hand and pulled her towards the
street.  The woman with the short brown hair took a look around
the area and then threw open the sewer drain in the middle of
the street. The man followed closely behind and tossed the girl
down first. She was startled by it and landed face down in the
disgusting water.  Her captors followed in after and quickly
picked her up as to avoid her escape.

"Move!" The man ordered and pushed the girl forward through the
ankle high water.

After walking for about ten minutes, the stopped at a
staircase leading up.  The brunette woman went up first and
lifted the grate covering the hole. The girl was pushed up
after. Once at the top, the brunette caught her and dragged
her towards another room. The man following after putting the
grate back in it's rightful place.

After a glance at the young girl's face the woman suddenly burst
out laughing.

"What?" The guy asked as he walked up to the two women in
front of him.

"Damn, Jason, what the hell is the matter with you? You caught
a Slayer! And you didn't even know it!"  She grabbed the arm of the
girl and spun her around for him to see.  Grabbing the long black hair
of their capture, she pulled the wig off revealing the short blond hair of
the Slayer.

~ ~ ~ ~
What will happen next? You'll just have to wait and see. But I won't
send anything more until I get some feedback!

- -Michelle

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