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buffyfic-digest        Monday, October 26 1998        Volume 02 : Number 359



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       BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (29/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Chandrea 2/?

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Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 18:40:44 -0700
From: [e-mail] (C. Catherine)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Chronicles (29/?)

TITLE: Chronicles of the White Knight #29 Death and Destiny
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK:  Criticism muchly welcomed!  (Bad or good...whatever the
complaint).
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first.
RATING: PG
KEYWORDS: Buffy/Xander fanfic
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.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chronicles of the White Knight
#29 Death and Destiny
By: Taygeta

The room was engulfed in darkness as his conscious crept out of the black
sea it had lay in for hours on end.  Xander's weak, tired eyes opened
groggily as the sedative faded slowly away and the pain of his beaten
body came surging throughout him.  He let out a loud cry as he
immediately clutched his cast covered right leg.

"God!  Somebody help me!" he screamed and a nurse and doctor immediately
ran into the room.

"Calm down, Mr. Harris, calm down," the doctor said gently as the nurse
handed her a filled syringe.  She calmly punctured his skin with a quick
thrust of a thin, silver needle, "There.  You're going to be just fineà"

The tranquilizer was strong and its effects came even more quickly than
the pain had.  Xander's shuddering form fell back down against the bed
and his eyes grew weary as the pain receded and before the black came to
swallow him whole again, he turned to see a white envelope with his name
written in familiar script - Buffy's.

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

 The ivy-walled edifice looked ancient and worn beneath the moonlight and
Buffy wondered what it had looked like in its prime.  Xander had taken
her to look at this mansion once when they walked by it during patrol,
said something about it belonging to a Havisham who died a few decades
ago.  Now, years later, still prevailed by death, it stood representing
age and decay.

The huge black gate creaked when she pushed it open and walked in, the
gate slamming loudly behind her.  As her shoes hit the concrete pavement
she wondered if it was all a trick - if Druscilla, Spike, and Angelus
would all be there to gang up on her - but she took a deep breath and
realized that it would never be like that.  Angelus would never *let* it
be like that.  In his eyes, she was the ultimate killing prize, to be
shared by no one and realizing this, Buffy's apprehension grew stronger.

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

"What do you think she's doing right now?" Cordelia asked glancing at
Willow.

"I don't knowàI'm not sure I want to know," she replied honestly as she
looked up from her book, "I hope that whatever it is, it involves her
staying alive."

"Yeahàme too."

The redhead looked at her in surprise, "Really?"
"What do you take me for, Willow?  The Wicked Witch of the West?" Cordy
asked and then paused, "On second thought, don't answer that."

She laughed, "No, of course I don't, it's just that, you've never really
liked Buffy."

"Well, I don't," she said, "Sort ofàat least, I don't want her to die.
She's too important - not to me - but to Xander."

"You really do love him, don't you?"

"Yeah, he's the first guy I *really* cared about.  I mean, all the other
guys, it was always that they had a car or money or whatever, but with
Xander it was different.  He didn't have a car - he had his mom's car -
and he didn't have money or a great fashion sense,  but for some reason,
that didn't matter."

"Are you still - "

Cordelia shook her head softly and smiled as she looked at the magazine
on her lap, "No, the reality of Buffy and Xander kind of kicked in."  She
paused and then glanced at Willow, "But, right now, if the remote
impossibility that he would fall in love with me were to occur?  I'd stop
lying to myself, and everyone else, that I wasn't."

Before Willow could reply, Giles entered the library, "You two should get
home and get some sleep."

"Sleep, Giles?" Willow aksed, "Not sleeping is why we came here.  I
couldn't sleep if I tried.  On one hand, I'm worried about Xander and on
the other hand, I'm worried about Buffy."

"Why is it that we let these two run rampant in our lives?" Cordelia
asked returning to her usual demeanor, "OhàrightàI forgot, they're our
friends.  You know, this part of the whole friendship thing, sucks!"

"Agreed," said Giles nodding, "But in consolation, you know that they'll
do the same for you."

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

"Did you decide to come to play, Buffy?" Druscilla asked with her
humanoid face.

 "Hello, Druscilla," the slayer responded with a stake in hand,
"Playàyup, that's the motive."

"Spike, Buffy's come to play," the feminine vampire said as the
counterpart rolled into the room.

"But not with you, pet," he responded as he patted the hand that rested
on the armrest of his chair.

She pulled her hand away and smiled as she approached the figure in the
shadow, "Angelus, can't I have her instead?

"Over Angel's ashes, maybe," muttered Spike has he began rolling away
with a sigh.

"Dru, go away," Buffy responded bluntly, "I kind of like to get this over
with."

"Angelà"

"Dru, go away," he reiterated.

With an angry pout, she did as commanded.

"So, this is it," Buffy said as he walked out of the shadow he had been
in, "The end."

"You mean, your end," he replied holding two swords in the air and
tossing one at her, "Catch."

She grasp the sword's handle tightly and said, "We'll just see about
that.  Fair's fair, remember?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

The metals clashed loudly, the sound echoing in the large ruined room.

"I see you haven't lost your touch," he said.

Buffy instantly thought of a training session she had had with Angel a
long time ago, that dealt with her putting a sword to his neck, and she
reponded, "And I see you haven't lost yours.  Let's just hope that this
time, beheading is into play."

"You know what?" he said as tried to jab her side and missed, "Let's just
not."

She breathed heavily and remembered when last she heard those very words.
 Xander.   The day before she died.  Xander, who was lying in that
hospital bed because of Angelus.  Xander, who had saved her life and who
she had shunned so many times.  She broke his heart then as she broke his
heart nearly a month ago, but in a month ago's time, she wasn't in
controlàAngelus was.

New found antagonism rose from her as she attacked Angelus and their
swords clashed once again.  Leftàrightàher arm swung the sword against
his counter attack

"So how's your boy toy?" he asked snidely as he thrust his sword at her
stomach and she jumped back onto a stone bench.

"Alive."

Angelus laughed, "Too bad, figured I left him for dead."

"Enough with the chitchat, she said angrily, "Let's get this over with."

"If you say so, lover," he responded and the tried to ram the sword near
her heart.

Buffy moved out of the way and her left arm caught the blade, which
seared the fabric of her shirt and the skin beneath.  The red blood
dripped from the wound and stained the white fabric.

He smelled the air and grin, "Ah, the smell of the sweetest of wines."

She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the buring sensations that
resonated from the deep wound.  Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the
sword with eyes glazed with hope and gripped its handle tightly.

CLANG.  It began again.  The tension was at a high and continued to mount
with every passing second until suddenly it happened.  The cold steel
broke into skin that survived centuries of torment and punctured - tore -
the core of vampiric life, so that with one fell swoop, immortality long
obtained, was gone.   So that with one last gasp, the ashes fell to the
floor, and evil's destiny was fulfilled.

Exhausted, heavyhearted, she fell to her knees and there was a crash as
metal hit cement when she relinquished the damaging weapon from her
grasp.  Falling upon the last remnants of Angelus, the sword, which bound
him to his ultimate death, was covered until there was almost a sheath of
ash over it.  He was goneàthere was nothing left to it but that.  And
when the sword pierced his heart, all that had been, was not, and
Angelus, Angel, and her Angel gone with it.

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

"She killed himàdidn't know she had it in her," Spike said when he saw
him crumble into dust.

"So, she dies," Dru said simply as she saw the sun beginning to rise up
ahead, "When she least expects it, I will come and I will kill her."

He looked at her resilent expression and sighed before rolling away into
the shadows of the archaic structure.  Druscilla had always been in love
with Angel and for those centuries in which it had only been she and he,
she had never left that state of mind and heart.  Sadly, he realized that
it would always be that way, and that that love would mean his
Druscilla's end, and therein laid his own fate.





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Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1998 23:24:44 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Chandrea 2/?

TITLE: Chandrea 2/?
AUTHOR: Pallia (Blu) Kennelly
EMAIL: [e-mail]
DISCLAIMER: I am, in no way whatsoever, associated with Joss Whedon and al=
l
the
people that make BtVS possible. That doesn't mean I don't wish I was,
though...
DISTRIBUTION: My site (http://members.delphi.com/pallia/index.html), but i=
f
you
want it, just let me know.
CONTENT: PG-13 They'll be some...cheerful...language later, and perhaps so=
me
sexual innuendo.
SPOILERS: All the way up to Reptile Boy (2nd season)
SUMMARY: Buffy's dead, and there's a new Slayer in town...and she brings b=
ad
tidings to Sunnyvale!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you, Happy, Darcie and Mary, for persuading me to wri=
te
more and more!


Chandrea 2/?
by Pallia/Blu

"Okay, it's official," Chandrea said as she and Willow walked out of class=
. "I
am now completely and totally confused. The chaos theory is so fricking
*hard*! I can't understand how you find it so simple! You must be a super-
genius!"

"I've been working on it for a while, remember? But what about your old ma=
th
class? Did you at least start on it?"

"No, we were going over polar equations again. A lot of people forgot how =
they
worked. We were going to do the chaos theory later."

Chandrea stopped in front of her locker. "Hold on. I have to put my math b=
ook
away and get my keys out. I am *so* glad Snyder let me have off-campus lun=
ch."

"He *let* you have off-campus lunch? How? What'd you do? Threaten you with
bodily harm or something?"

Chandrea laughed. "No, I'm just a special circumstance. I live by myself, =
and
I told him I need to go home during lunch to feed my grem...ah, my cats. I=
t's
not entirely true, but he doesn't need to know that."

"You live by yourself? What happened to your parents? Did you emancipate
yourself from them?"

"No, not exactly. They were killed not all that long ago, and I won the ri=
ght
from the courts to live by myself. I was deemed =91responsible enough to p=
rovide
for myself. I've been =91providing' for myself for most of my life. It amu=
ses me
that it took a court to make it legal."

"So you went through your parents death, a court battle over you, and now =
you
move to *this* town. Don't you feel a little...pressured?"

Chandrea shrugged. "Yeah, but I've been under pressure for most of my life=
.
I've gotten used to it." < It was either that or go mad. > She shut her
locker, and was about to say more when someone called her name.

"Chan! Over here!" Chandrea looked towards the direction of the voice. Whe=
n
she saw the person calling her, she grinned and shouted back, "How many ti=
mes
do I have to tell you, stupid? It's *Drea*! Get your sorry butt over here =
so I
can kick it like I told you I would if you ever called me that again!"

A tall, grinning guy pushed his way through the crowd. He got to Chandrea'=
s
side, and immediately fell to his knees. He looked up pleadingly at her. "=
Oh
please, fair maiden, I beg of you not to damage my unworthy a--"

"Enough!" Chandrea laughed. "Get up. You look idiotic, kneeling there on t=
he
floor."
He bounced up. Chandrea turned to Willow. "He's absolutely impossible. And=
 do
you have any idea who he is?"

"Well, I know his name is Ryan, but that's about it."

"Ah! Well, then, Willow, let me cordially introduce you to Ryan Nakken, my
physics lab partner--"

"I was gracious enough to let her join me," Ryan interrupted, grinning.

Chandrea glared at him. "That's because you were the only reject *without*=
 a
partner. Now, like I was saying, this is Ryan, my lab partner, and the clo=
wn
that's in my first four classes. *Much* to my dismay," she added, grinning=
 at
him.

"First four?" Willow asked, frowning. "He isn't in our math class, is he?"

"Nope. But we've both got zero-period. It's a drag, but I couldn't decide =
if I
wanted to take computers or band. So I chose both."

"I see. What's your zero-period?" Willow asked, curious.

"Physics," Chandrea said. She made a face. "Physics early in the morning i=
s
not *my* idea of fun, but it was the only zero-period with seats left in i=
t.
So I got stuck with it."

"And you got stuck with him, too," Willow said, smiling impishly at Ryan. =
"How
much you must suffer!"

Chandrea smirked. "You read my mind." She looked at her ring watch. "Hmph.=
 I
need to go. God, how I hate going anywhere by myself. < Even on patrol...t=
he
buddy system is a wonderful thing! >

Ryan slung an arm around her shoulders. "Then take us with you!"

Chandrea poked him. "Duh, Ryan. This isn't exactly an off-campus lunch sch=
ool!
Snyder would have our heads!"

"He would have*our* heads, Ryan said as he pointed to Willow and himself "=
if
we did that by ourselves. But *you*, the precious extraordinary student *w=
ith*
us, we won't get in trouble. Snyder adores you."

Chandrea made another face. "Eewww. I'm adored by an impotent, bald little
Nazi man. I feel all icky!"

Willow giggled. "Impotent, bald little Nazi man? Where'd you get that?"

"Cordelia. I heard her talking about Snyder to a bunch of her little frien=
ds.
Are they all as snobby as her?"

"Yeah. Harmony's usually pretty worse."

"Harmony. What a weird name. Do you suppose her parents were hippies?"

Ryan snickered. "Probably. She has that airheaded way about her that peopl=
e
get from their druggie parents."

Chandrea rolled her eyes. "Where *do* you get your logic, boy? You don't
inherit airheadedness from druggie parents. Drugs have nothing to do with =
it.
It's just the way you want to act. And I'm beginning to wonder: how did we=
 get
on the subject of airheadedness, anyway? Never mind," she said as Ryan ope=
ned
his mouth to reply "I don't want to know. Or remember. Whatever. You guys
gonna come along with me or what?"

Ryan grinned. "Finally you come to the point. Yes, I accept your kind
invitation."

Chandrea poked him. "Hush. And get your arm off me. It's been there far to=
o
long."

He removed the arm, looking insulted. Chandrea looked aggrieved. "Oh, for =
the
love of-- never mind. Willow, come? Please? Don't leave me alone with...hi=
m."

Willow looked as if she was having a minor crisis. "Well,
I...yes--wait...no--maybe...oh, Xander!" she said, the last word coming ou=
t
almost as a shout.

Ryan and Chandrea appeared decidedly confused for a moment. Chandrea spoke
first.. "Um...I see. Could you make any less sense, Willow? Did you want
Xander to come with us?"

"Uh...yeah?"

"And where would he be? We can't take him if we can't find him."

"We usually meet in the cafeteria. It's like a tradition thing. Or at leas=
t it
used to be. Me, Xander, Buf--" Willow broke off, eyes filling with tears.

Chandrea bit her lip. She had an idea of what Willow was going to say.
"Buffy?" she asked softly. Willow nodded, eyes threatening to spill over.

< Buffy...the previous Slayer. Does Willow know how she died? Well, I
certainly can't ask her about it now. Wouldn't be a good idea. From the wa=
y
she's looking now, she just might burst into tears. I hate when people cry=
. Am
I Miss Insensitive or what? >

Ryan looked extremely uncomfortable. "Xander? Remember him? Can we go find=
 him
now? Please?"

< Men. > Chandrea sighed mentally. "Sure, let's go find Xander. Just one
question. Where's the cafeteria?"

Glad to have a distraction, Willow started forward. "This way."

Chandrea and Ryan followed her. "How'd you know about Buffy?" Ryan asked
quietly, making sure Willow couldn't hear. "She died before you came."

"Didn't I tell you that I lived in LA before I came here? At home, Buffy w=
as
still a legend for burning down her school gym."

"She did *what*?"

"Don't tell me you hadn't heard about it. News that like usually travels
pretty fast."

"No, actually, I hadn't heard it. Why'd she do it anyway?"

"I'm not sure. Some say she was some sort of pyromaniac, others say she wa=
s a
psycho." < And still others know the truth...she burned it down to kill
vampires. >

"She sure didn't act psycho. Snyder was of another opinion on that, though=
."

"He would be," Chandrea muttered. "Hey, is this the cafeteria? Or is it ju=
st
some other place where mass amounts of people gather to eat?" She looked
around. It was very loud, and full of strange, new people. < Scary. > Chan=
drea
shuddered. < Well, at least none of them are vampires. But they could be
werewolves and demons and chupacabras and snake-people and...well, I'm sur=
e I
get the idea now. >

Willow disappeared into the crowd, and a minute or two later, she reappear=
ed
with Xander.

"Are we ready now?" Chandrea asked. "I need food."

They all nodded. Chandrea smiled. "Good." She turned around and pushed her=
 way
through the crowd. She finally got out into the hall.  Chandrea stopped an=
d
checked to see if the little group was still behind her. They were still
caught in the crowd, so she waited for them to catch up. She saw Ryan firs=
t.

"I call shotgun," he told her. Chandrea shrugged.

"Makes no difference to me," she said. "But don't you dare fight over it."

Ryan saluted her. "Yes, ma'am!" Chandrea chuckled.

Willow and Xander appeared. "Ryan called shotgun," she told them. "No figh=
ting
whatsoever about it. If you do, you don't go. Got it?"

Looking slightly intimidated, Willow and Xander meekly nodded.

"Madam runs a tight ship!" Ryan said jokingly.

"Madam has learned a tight ship is the only way to run a ship. Now, move o=
ut
of my way. I don't want to waste any more time than we already have." Chan=
drea
ever so politely shoved Ryan and Xander out of the way.

To be continued...

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