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buffyfic-digest        Monday, November 2 1998        Volume 02 : Number 362



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: First Encounter (1/1)
       BUFFYFIC: Moonlight Chat - 1/1 by Tiffany

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Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 16:24:40 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: First Encounter (1/1)

TITLE: First Encounter
AUTHOR: Danielle Loughlin
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK: Sure. This is just a little ease-my-boredom fic though.
DISTRIBUTION: My site. Anyone else, please ask, I'll say yes, I just like to
know where my fics go.
RATING: G
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: A pre-quel to the Buffyverse perhaps. Just a little story I had to
write to get it out of my head.
DISTRIBUTION: Joss owns all. I own none. No infringement intended.



Sunnydale Community Playground, 1985.

Mrs. Harris led her five-year-old son Alexander over to the morning playgroup
she had signed him up for while she went to work. The little boy clung to his
mother's hand, looking around at all the other little kids with big eyes.

"Okay, Alexander, Mommy has to go now. Are you going to be okay?" He nodded,
half not wanting his mother to leave, and half wanting to go over and climb on
the huge rock in the middle of the playground. Mrs. Harris bent down to his
level and kissed her son on the forehead. "Be good now. Don't pick up bugs and
pull their legs off." She disentangled her hand from his and headed back to
the car.

Alexander looked around, trying to decide what to do first. A group of kids
were doing fingerpainting with the program director. Nah, he decided. Been
there, done that. A girl he knew from nursery school, Cordelia, was sitting on
a bench in a lacy, ribboned dress. She held a doll in her lap and was showing
it to her friend sitting beside her. Alexander figured he'd head over there.
It was someone he knew at least.

"Hi Cordelia," he said, approaching the bench.

Cordelia turned to face him. "Go away. We don't like you. You're a BOY. And
you're dirty," she declared, sticking her tongue out at him. Alexander stuck
his tongue back out at her.

"And you're a dorkhead," he retailiated. Fine. Cordelia didn't want to play
with him.

He looked around some more. A boy was sitting off by himself, playing with a
toy guitar. Alexander decided to try him next. He looked harmless. Alexander
walked over and sat down on the grass beside him. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," the boy said back.

"Whatcha doing?" Alexander asked.

"Playing music," was the reply.

"What's your name?"

"Oz."

"Oh," Alexander said. Never heard of that name before. He sat for a minute,
watching the boy run his fingers over the guitar strings. Oz ignored
Alexander, engrossed in his "music". Alexander got bored and started looking
around the playground for a new playmate.

There was a pig-tailed, red-haired girl in the sandbox, building a careful
sand castle. He watched her as she carefully placed more sand in even layers,
making sure she didn't knock the castle over.

Another kid came up to the red-haired girl. Alexander watched, wondering what
would happen next. The kid was bigger than the girl, and looked mean. Then the
big kid kicked over the girl's sand castle, laughing. Alexander jumped to his
feet and ran over to the girl, wanting to defend her.

"Hey you!", Alexander said. "Don't be mean to her."

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Hit me?" the bully said.

"Maybe," Alexander said. He had an idea. He quickly bent down and scooped up a
handful of sand and threw it at the kid. The kid ran away, yelling. Alexander
turned to the girl. She had tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face. "Don't
cry," he told her. "I'll help you build another castle." Alexander wrapped the
girl in a tight hug, trying to make her feel better in his five-year-old way.

The girl smiled even wider.

"What's your name?" Alexander asked.

"Willow," the girl said.

"That's pretty. I'm Alexander."

"Alexa- - Alexan --", Willow struggled, trying to make her tiny tongue form
the big word. "Xander," she finally said. "I'm naming you Xander."

"Cool," Xander said. "Wanna be best friends?"

"Yeah," Willow said. She was looking at him funny. Wide-eyed. Adoring. He felt
like the big brother, the cool kid. Willow was his girl now.

The pair sat down to build a foundation for the sandcastle, and for a
friendship that would last the ages.

**END**

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Date: Mon, 2 Nov 1998 14:59:35 -0800
From: "Ian and Tiff" <[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Moonlight Chat - 1/1 by Tiffany

Title: Moonlight Chat - 1/1
Author: Tiffany Gregg
E-Mail: [e-mail]
Distribution: It'll be at my site.  If you'd like it for yours, just let me
know please.
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler Warning: none
Feedback: Would be most appreciated
Classification: BSR
Summary:  Spike and Buffy walk home from the Bronze and talk.

Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss
Whedon, the WB, FOX and Mutant Enemy.  I am making no money in writing this
and no copyright infringement is intended.

Authors note: This is the 5th part in my "Masquerade" series.  The previous
parts can be found at my site http://www.thegreggs.com/fanfic.htm

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Moonlight Chat
By: Tiffany
E-Mail me at: [e-mail]


The moon shone high over head as Spike walked Buffy home from the Bronze.
Spike looked over at the girl walking beside him and sighed to himself.  The
moonlight danced across her face, illuminating her perfect features and
making her eyes twinkle like the stars.

Buffy looked over at Spike and smiled.  "You're staring."

"Sorry Pet can't help myself." he replied giving her a lopsided grin.
"When I look at you, I...well, I just...I can't explain it.  Never mind." he
added in a rush and looked away.

Buffy stopped and turned Spike so they were facing one another.  "Please,
Spike.  Try and explain it.  Please?"  She put her hand on his cheek and he
instinctively nuzzled into her palm.  "I want to understand you.  I need to.
If we're going to make a go of what ever this is we're doing, we need to be
honest with one another."

Spike closed his eyes, took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.  When he
opened his eyes he found Buffy looking up expectantly at him.  Unable to
deny her anything, he resigned.  "Okay, Luv, you win...when I look at you
it's like, well, it's like basking in the sunlight on a summers day.  You
light up the dark places inside of me, Slayer."

"You sure know how to make a girls heart swoon." she replied smiling broadly
at him.  The smile on Buffy's lips fell abruptly when she noticed that he
was not returning the gesture.  "What is it?  What's wrong?" she asked
hesitantly.

"I wasn't finished, Luv."

"Sorry." she replied sheepishly.  "Please finish."

"Sometimes when I look at you" Spike paused briefly, "I am ashamed of what I
am, of the things I've done.  I have always enjoyed being a vampire, the
thrill of the hunt and all that rot you know.  But the kill, I just don't
enjoy it the way I use to.  Bloody hell, I've even left my last three
victims alive!"

Buffy gently stroked his cheek with her hand and looked him in the eyes.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you were growing a soul." she
said softly.

"Not bloody likely, Pet." he snorted back at her.

Buffy couldn't help but giggle at the indignant expression on his face.

Seeing the laughter light her eyes, Spike could contain the urge to hold her
no longer.  He quickly pulled Buffy into his arms and kissed her
passionately before trailing tiny kisses across her jaw and down her neck to
her collarbone.  He nuzzled his face against her neck and groaned "Do you
know what you do to me, Slayer?  Do you know how you make me feel?"

"No, but if it's anything like how I feel when I'm near you...." she stopped
and blushed a brilliant shade of red.

Spike captured her lips once again.  This time sweeping his tongue past her
lips and gently caressing hers.  He snaked one hand up behind her to caress
the back of her neck.  His other arm went around her waist and pulled her in
tightly against him.

Pulling back from the embrace Spike said "Well, Pet, we best be getting you
home before your mum starts to worry."  Buffy was momentarily taken aback by
the love and longing shining back at her in his eyes.

She took his hands and smiled "I'm in no hurry.  Maybe we could go to
your place for a while?"

"Anything to make you happy, Luv."

"Anything?" she questioned with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Anything." he stated as calmly as he could.  His heart and mind were racing
trying to figure out exactly what she meant by 'anything'.

He gave her hand a little squeeze and started down the street to his place.
He had a feeling that this would be night to remember.

==========

The End.  (Masquerade Series - part 5)

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