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buffyfic-digest        Sunday, December 6 1998        Volume 02 : Number 389



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Twilight (next chapter)
       BUFFYFIC: Love, vamps, and everything else (1/?)
       BUFFYFIC: Torn (1/?)

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Date: Sun, 6 Dec 1998 03:28:34 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Twilight (next chapter)

TITLE: Twilight
AUTHOR: Shadows ([e-mail])
DISTRIBUTION: Must I BEG? 'Cause I will. (:
DISCLAIMER: this'll be teh last time I say this. THEY AREN'T MINE, SO DON'T
EVEN THINK IT. Buffy teh Vampire Slayer in all shapes and forms belong to Joss
Whedon, teh WB, Kuzui Productions, yadda yadda yadda. Don't sue me, no money.





Twilight - Next Chapter



        "Yes, I do believe there is a violent thing inside of me."
        -White Men In Black Suits, Everclear



    Giles had been telling her as far back since the first time that he met her
to use her special Slayer senses. Buffy had always disregarded that aspect of
training-the physical Slaying abilities worked pretty well, and her regular
human senses got along just fine in the job of Vampire Slaying. But now, as
she was stalking Xander, those senses stirred deep within her and she just *
knew * were they were headed.

    At first Buffy had thought Spike, Dru, and Angel were awfully stupid to
actually put up their new little hangout right next to the one Giles had
burned down not-so-long-ago. But as she mulled over it, she realized that it
was rather ingenious in a way. Certainly she would never think to look for
them in that sagging place of a structure, especially since it was right next
to the remains of the factory wreckage. It just seemed very unlikely.

    So of course they would trudge on over here and set up camp. Buffy was so
awed that her sensing powers were working that she ran as fast as she could to
the warehouse where she felt the vampire sense the strongest.

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    Drusilla spun around several times before coming up behind Xander. She took a
long nail and traced it slowly up his side, until it was resting just above
his neck. She leaned in, and just brushed her lips alongside his ear. "Ooh,
this will be fun," she giggled.

    "Well, I wasn't sure if it would wok, but I guess it did," Angel said with a
devilish smile, standing up from his chair. Spike stuck his legs out in
Angel's path, but the vampire simply stepped casually over it. Spike glared at
him as Angel went up to Xander.

    Xander didn't budge as Angel slapped him heartily on the back. He just
grinned and watched as Drusilla danced away from the two and into Spike's
wheelchair-bound lap. "There will be short times to do many a thing," she told
the inhabitants of the warehouse.

    Angel turned to Xander, still firmly holding onto his shoulder. "So, how's it
feel to be evil?" he asked.

    "Couldn't be better," Xander growled. He morphed back into his human face and
let his eyes roam across the large room they were standing in. "You've got
quite a place here," he commented dryly.

    "It'll do for now," Angel said, letting his eyes roam also. He shoved his
hands into the pockets of his tight pants. "For now."

    " * So * ," Spike said in one loud breath, starting to roll towards them.
Angel narrowed his eyes, but Xander studied the handicapped demon with
curiosity. "I suppose he's on of * us * now?" He jerked his fingers towards
Research Boy.

    "Yup," Xander answered. He wiggled his eyebrows. "Ready for the competition,
Spike?"

    Angel laughed aloud as Spike narrowed his eyes. "I like your new self
already," he told the newest member of the Fang Gang. "And I can bet you're
gonna like it around here."

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    Buffy was crouched behind several rusted pieces of the decaying catwalk, high
above anyone's view. Her fingers wrapped even tighter around the metal sidings
as she watched Xander, who was palling around with a Angel, fawned over by
Drusilla, and getting evil looks cast by Spike. He was acting just like he had
been around the trio forever, and they were readily accepting him.

    Buffy's eyes teared up. Giles, Willow, and Oz were still in the library,
armed with stakes, crosses, and holy water, in case Xander cared to pay a
visit. Oz had been comforting Willow when Buffy had closed the back door
behind her, but she suspected that the hacker would realize by now that Xander
had already died. This demon was not him.

    Buffy also realized that it was the same case-in-point for Angel. This new
demon in his body was Angelus, not the man she had fallen in love with. But
she could not realize that-and perhaps Willow would never realize who Xander
was.

    She reached into her coat pocket and grabbed one of her stakes. She planned
to jump off the catwalk, knock Xander down, and possibly get him * and * Angel
in one strike. Maybe even add Drusilla in, if at all possible. Spike didn't
seem like much of a threat at the moment.

    But plans don't always go as planned.

    Someone came up from behind and punched her in the head. Dazed, she turned
around in time to deflect another blow that would have certainly taken her
out. The vampire who was attacking her obviously had brawns but no brain, and
she was easily dodging his strong hits, without disturbing the catwalk in the
least and without a sound from Clumsy.

    Meanwhile . . .

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    Angel was making some cracks at Spike's condition for Xander and Dru's
amusement. Spike was glaring at he world, and Xander didn't blame him. Angel
was acting pretty harsh. But god was it hilarious.

    "" Angel said, laughing uproariously. He turned to Xander. "True, don't you
think?"

    Xander nodded. ""

    "Hey!" Spike said. " * You * better not make fun of me, you wanker. Just who
do you think you are?"

    "Aw, let him have some fun, Spike," Angel said, patting Xander on the
shoulder. "He's one of us, now."

    Suddenly there was the faintest of all sounds up on the catwalk. All four
vampires shot their heads up.

    "It's * her * ," Dru moaned, putting a fluttering hand up to her head. "She
has intentions on destruction . . . again!"

    "So she * does * ," Angel said, smirking. He put a fatherly hand on Xander's
shoulder. "How do you feel about fighting * her * ?" he asked, looking up at
the catwalk and watching the oblivious slayer.

    Xander eyed Angel's hand on his shoulder. Slowly, his face vamped out. He
reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a thin stake that fit easily in
his hand. "I'd feel fine," he said, right before he moved to plunge in into
Angelus' heart.

    Suddenly Angel whirled around and grabbed Xander's hand, thrusting it over
his head. His vampire smile was almost as disgusting as the fleshy ridges
sitting on his forehead. "Sometimes," he told Xander, "even a vampire can't
trick a vampire."

    Xander's eyes widened as Angel kicked him hard in the shin, causing him to
bend over in pain. Still holding his arm, Angel kicked him in the face, and
then used his arm to propel him across the room. Xander howled in pain as he
slid to a halt in front of Spike's wheelchair.

    "Ooh, goody!" Drusilla said happily, clapping her hands together and watching
with large eyes as Angel came and picked Xander up off the floor, throwing him
back by the catwalk. Spike sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in
annoyance.

     Xander landed hard on the ground, and the pain that reverberated through him
cause him to come out in full vamp-mode. The strength and anger of the demon
that only 1/3 inhabited him came out with it's strength and rage, and most of
all, it's power to heal itself very quickly. As Angelus came up from behind,
Xander jumped to his feet and met his foe with a staggering punch to the
chest.

    Angel was taken aback, but he retaliated with his own demon powers. He
punched Xander in the face, bruising the flesh with his hard knuckles. Xander
didn't move, and instead knocked Angel to the ground, getting on top of him
and pummeling him with his fists. After several good knocks Angel got on top,
and the younger, weaker vampire grunted with anger as he tried to get the
upper-hand.

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    This vampire was coming on pretty strong. Buffy had to dodge all his well-
aimed advances, and she couldn't even understand him because he was grunting
in German or something. She had dropped her stake awhile back somewhere she
had forgotten, and whenever she tried to reach into her coat for more, the
vampire would throw her of completely and she'd end up doing the fisticuffs
routine. This vampire was intent on bagging a Slayer.

    Buffy grunted-quietly-as she finally grabbed one thick arm. She twisted it
and watched the vampire fall hard on his back. She had enough time to pull out
a stake and plunge it into his heart, and Clumsy was dust before he could even
utter a sound of surprise or pain.

    "You were a good fight," she consoled the setting dust. Then she stepped on
it, as to mark her territory.

    The one thing a slayer should always check is if her shoes are tied, because
if they are untied, wackiness can ensue. Such as tripping over them, losing
your balance, leaning on a guardrail for support-the guardrail then breaks,
causing you to fall about two floors down onto the warehouse floor where four
vampires are engrossed in a fight. Which, of course, is exactly what happened
to Buffy.

    Buffy landed cat-like on all fours, not a hair on her head disheveled or one
nail broken. She quickly stood up, and even before she had time to absorb her
surroundings, she was knocked back down again.

    Buffy fell on her shoulder, and loudly exclaimed her pain. Angel and Xander,
who were still engrossed in the fight, were completely unaware of her.

    Since the two brawling vampires were almost on top of her, she truly didn't
care why there were fighting. All she noticed was that Angel and Xander had
broken up for the moment, and Xander was the closest vampire next to her. She
quickly grabbed yet another stake and rolled over onto her side until she was
right next to him. Rolling up on top, she plunged her stake home.

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    Xander had finally managed to toss Angel off of him. At first, Xander had
tried choking him, but quickly realized that vampires didn't breath. Then he
concentrated on beating him to a bloody pulp, which had finally made the
vampire roll off of him. Now, as he was just about to rise up, he was knocked
down again.

    In a blur, Buffy was on top of him. Dammit, she had found him. He was hoping
that they wouldn't come into the office and discover his disappearance before
he had annihilated Angel. Now, it seemed, that the Scooby Gang minus a member
had indeed, and they had sent the Slayer. Everything was going wrong.

    Xander opened his mouth to tell Buffy everything was fine when he saw her
pull out the stake. Immediately he tried to sit up and get out of the way, but
Buffy was steadfast. She pushed him back to the ground and plunged her stake
into his flesh.

    As Xander felt the wood go through him, he looked up into Buffy's sad eyes.
His own were cluttered wth anger, pain, and disbelief. She hadn't, she hadn't,
she hadn't . . .

End of this chapter. look for next one!
~Shadows~

P.S. = All you fanficers out there, listen! While you are writing, burn a
yellow candle anoited with heliotrope adn ask Apollo to guide you. It works,
even if your aren't Pagan/Wiccan/A member of a magickal religion!
~Shadows~

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Date: Sun, 6 Dec 1998 16:15:14 +0000
From: [e-mail] (Jessy  Loves David)
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love, vamps, and everything else (1/?)

TITLE:  Love, vamps, and everything else.
AUTHOR: Jessy Wood
EMAIL: [e-mail]
DISTRIBUTION: Please e-mail me first
RATING:  PG
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Pretty much based on what happenes after "Anne", but different
than the show
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all the characters
FEEDBACK: Yes, please

While Buffy is in another town because all that had happened, Angel comes
back from hell. He feels a little disturbed, and a little frustrated. He
has to go face Buffy and the Scooby gang. But, what he doesn't know is
that Buffy is gone. He goes to the library to see if Buffy is there.
ANGEL: Hello?? Anyone here? Buffy? Willow? Xander? Anyone?
Giles and the rest of the scooby gang other than Buffy are behind the
bookshelves. Giles comes out from behind them.
GILES: Can I help you?
ANGEL: Yeah, actually I'm looking for Buffy. Have you seen her?
GILES: Why would you come here to look for Buffy?
ANGEL: Where else would she be? I mean she's the Slayer and...
Giles interrupts Angel.
GILES: Who are you?
Angel steps out of the shadows. Giles stops dead in his tracks.
GILES: Angel? Is that you??
ANGEL: Yes, have you seen Buffy?
GILES: No have you?
ANGEL: No, I haven't seen her since...
GILES: Since when?
ANGEL: SInce she sent me to hell.
GILES: What!!!
The rest of the scooby gang came out from behind the bookcases.]
WILLOW: Angel?? She what??
ANGEL: Sent me to hell, but now I'm back, and I need her... I love her.
XANDER: Why should we believe you? We know your tricks. Your just going
to kill her.
GILES: Xander!
ANGEL: He's right.
XANDER: Yeah...What??
ANGEL: How would you know if I got my soul back or not. I could tell you,
but you wouldn't believe me, Buffy could tell you, you'd believe her.
BUFFY: You would wouldn't you?
ANGEL: Buffy!!!
Buffy and Angel have a long romantic hug.
GILES: H-He does have a soul.
XANDER: He is good. (says gloomily)
WILLOW: Buffy!!!! Where have you been all this time? I've looked
everywhere for you.
BUFFY: I went somewhere, now I'm back. It doesn't matter anyway. I was
expelled if you haven't heard yet.
WILLOW: Does your mom know where you are?
BUFFY: Oh my god, I haven't even talked to her yet. Why would she care,
she kicked me out of the house 'cause I had to save the world from
you.(looks at Angel) We won't have that again. I won't get that close to
you again. I've learned my lesson. But, I still love you. I always will.
There's no doubt about it.
WILLOW: (looks at Oz) That's so sweet.
ANGEL: Buffy, I'll always love you. I'll never leave you again.
Scene changes to Joyce Talking on the phone with Giles.
GILES: (talking to the scooby gang) Be quiet.
BUFFY: (laughing and trying to whisper) Guys, we have to be quiet.
JOYCE: Mr. Giles? What's going on?
GILES: Oh, nothing.
JOYCE: Have you heard anything about Buffy?
GILES: You'd be surprised.
JOYCE: What?? (click)
Joyce hangs up.
JOYCE: What was he talking about?
Scene goes back to the library.
GILES: Come on. We have to get to Buffys house.
You see them leave the library.
Then you see them going up Buffys walkway.
BUFFY: Do you think she'll care that I'm back? I mean she kicked me out.
WILLOW: I'm sure she will.
XANDER: Yeah, she calls Giles every ten minutes or so.
OZ: Yeah.
Everyone looks at him.
OZ: I had to say something.
CORDELIA: God, I can never use the phone in the library.
BUFFY: (sarcastically) Oh gosh, I feel your pain.
They are standing in front of Buffys door.
BUFFY: Here goes. (knocks on the door)
Buffy and Angel hold hands right in front of the door holding hands.
Joyce opens the door.

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Date: Sun, 6 Dec 1998 22:48:45 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn (1/?)

TITLE: Torn
AUTHOR: Danielle Loughlin
E-MAIL: [e-mail]
FEEDBACK: Why, thank you, I'd love some!
DISTRIBUTION: my site. Anyone else, please ask. I will say yes, I just like to
know where my work is going.
SUMMARY: Willow is forced to choose between Xander and Oz, but neither Oz nor
Xander are willing to let Willow go
SPOILERS: through Lover's Walk
RATING: PG for this part.
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Oz, Xander, and the rest of Buffy & Co. are not mine. They
belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, etc. I'm just
borrowing them to alleviate my boredom and I'll try to return them with as few
dents as possible.

Torn
Part One


Xander Harris lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, absentmindedly throwing
a ball up and down and catching it. Up, and down. Up, and down. Up, and down.

The up and down rhythm of his actions was moving to the sound of a
reverberating phrase in his head. Get away. From me. Get away. From me. Up and
down. Get away. Up and down. From me.

In frustration, Xander hurled the ball at a wall. It hit with a thud and fell
to the floor, rolling away into the piles of dirty clothes on the floor. He
sat up and buried his head in his hands. He couldn't get the words out of his
head. "Get away from me," she'd said. That's all. Those four words, and then
she'd turned away. He'd waited for a moment, giving her a chance to turn back
around, to say she didn't really mean it. She hadn't.

He'd left the room, pausing outside her door, listening. He heard her muffled
sobs. He'd felt tears come to his own eyes, but he'd wiped them away hastily.
He never cried. Xander Harris didn't cry.

But he sure was good at moping. King of the Mopers. He had it down to an art
form. Go up to his room. Close the door. Turn on the country music. Take the
phone off the hook. Flop down on the bed. Dwell on the pathetic state of his
life. Eat Twinkies till he felt he was gonna explode.

However, there was one more part to his moping technique that he usually did
that he couldn't do now. He usually called Willow and complained and whined
and vented. And she'd try to help. Point out the good stuff in his life.
Reminded him that he still had her for his best friend. But the thing she did
best was listen. She was good at stuff like that. Never critical or
judgmental. She just listened. Xander was glad she was his best friend.

But was she still?

Everything had changed. Xander didn't even know what the hell had happened.
How it happened. Why it happened. But it did happen. And now look.

He'd had a good thing going with Cordelia. He'd cared for her, he really did.
Maybe even loved her. And Willow had Oz and things had seemed to be good
between them. How did things ever get so complicated, so messed up?

He hadn't meant to kiss Willow the night of the homecoming dance. He'd never
intended to kiss Willow in his life. She was his best friend, his buddy, his
pal, his comrade. But never his girlfriend. But then he'd seen her in that
dress . . and all he could think was WOW! And Willow had seemed to think he
looked pretty hot in his tux. Then Willow'd started worrying that she didn't
know how to dance, so he'd offered to show her how. And they were so close
together . . and she'd looked so gorgeous . . he couldn't help himself. He'd
kissed her. And she kissed him back.

And nothing else had ever felt so right in his life. For that moment, all was
perfect in the world.

Until the alarm bells had started going off in his head. Warning! Warning!
Cordelia! Cordelia! He'd pulled away fast. Willow had the same look in her
eyes he imagined he must have in his. Guilt, confusion.  . . and desire. He
wanted more. So did she. They'd almost kissed again. But they both remembered
this time.

He'd avoided being close to Willow after that kiss, afraid that if he got too
close, he wouldn't be able to help himself again. And it had worked. Sort of.
Things had gotten awkward sometimes. But they covered it okay. He was pretty
sure Cordy had no clue.

But then they were alone in the stacks. Willow had a headache. And something
inside him made him lean forward and start massaging her temples, trying to
alleviate the pain. He'd felt electric, as if touching Willow sent shocks all
through his body. But Willow had said stop. And he managed to pull back, to
ignore every nerve in his body that was screaming "Kiss her!".

And then, in one of the biggest surprises of his life, she'd grabbed him and
kissed him. But at that point he wasn't really caring who kissed who. All he
wanted was Willow's lips on his own and to hold her tight. And then Giles had
walked in, ruining the moment. They'd broken apart, he rubbed away the
incriminating lipstick from his lips, and made a hasty retreat, jumping on the
excuse that he had to go find Buffy.

By this time Xander was going crazy. He couldn't deny it, or blame it on a
clothes fluke anymore. He wanted Willow. He wanted to kiss her. When no one
else was around, he flirted with her. And she seemed receptive. Was it
possible she wanted him too? That it wasn't just out of control teenage
hormones? The thought had first occurred to him then that maybe he should
break up with Cordelia so he could be with Willow guilt-free. But Oz. It was
too complicated.

He'd been mad when he'd discovered Willow trying to do the love spell. At
first he'd thought that she was doing it because she wanted to keep him away
from her. But then he realized she was doing it because she wanted him too and
she needed to stop herself from going after him. The thought made him happy,
giddy even. And then Spike came in, and the next thing he'd known he was
waking up in the abandoned factory with one hell of a bruise on his head.

Willow had been the first thing he'd seen when he opened his eyes. She was
leaning over him, looking concerned. His angel. And they'd given in again,
ignoring the agreement that they were going to keep their hands off each
other. He'd wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her on top of him.
Their lips met again, and again. He wound his fingers around her red hair,
keeping her face close to his own.

And then Cordelia and Oz had walked in. And it was all downhill from there.
And now he was sitting alone in his room, dumped by Cordelia.

He realized something. He'd been dumped by Cordelia, yes. But he wasn't
thinking about Cordelia, grieving over losing her. All he was thinking of was
. . . Willow. He was supposed to be thinking about Cordelia. But he wasn't.  .
.instead . .  Willow.

Another thought occured to him. Cordelia had broken up with him. In all
likelihood, Oz had probably also broken up with Willow.  . . meaning both he
and Willow were single. Free to date whomever they wanted . . His heart
started pounding. He could be with Willow. Willow could be with him.

He knew that was what he wanted. He couldn't believe he had been so oblivious
all these years. He and Willow worked. They always had. They always would.
They belonged together. When he kissed her, it felt right, felt perfect, as if
their lips had been custom-made to fit together.

Willow was what he wanted. He had to get her. He wasn't going to let her slip
through his fingers a second time.

*****

Willow Rosenberg reached for the phone, her hand hovering above the receiver.
She pulled her hand away.

She wanted so badly to call Oz, to talk to him, to hear him talk to her, for
him to call her baby. She needed to apologize, to make things right.

But she wasn't sure Oz wanted to see her, let alone talk to her. They hadn't
spoken since Oz had gone for help when Cordelia had fallen. And "We have to
get out of here" hadn't given her much insight into how he was feeling.

But she had some idea. Willow felt so incredibly guilty. How could she have
done this to him? She'd always prided herself on being a good person. Not the
kind of person who would go behind her boyfriend's back and make out with her
best guy friend whenever she could. Oh, why had she done it?

Oh, you know why you did it, she told herself. It had been Xander. Xander, the
guy she'd been in love with for the last twelve years. Twelve years she'd been
wishing for the moment he'd finally open his eyes and realize and kiss her.
She'd gotten her wish.

And all she wanted to do was take it back. Oh, why had it had to happen now?
Why not just six months earlier? Before Oz. Before Cordelia. Before
everything? It would have been perfect then.

But now it was just a huge mess. She cared so much about Oz. Maybe even loved
him. She'd thought she'd been over Xander, but the instant their lips had met
all the old feelings had come rushing back. It was obvious they'd still been
lurking beneath the surface, simply hidden, pushed aside. Xander's lips had
unleashed them all. She wanted him. Always had. Always would.

But oh, Oz. Oz who was so sweet. Oz who adored her. Oz who gave her animal
crackers and witch Pez dispensers. Oz who was just . . Oz.

What was she gonna do?

Willow'd never thought it was possible to love two men at the same time. But
now she was discovering it was possible. Very possible. She wanted both of
them. She wanted all of the good things about Xander and all of the good
things about Oz rolled up into one package. But she knew that wouldn't happen.
She was gonna have to choose.

But you might not even get to do that, Willow acknowledged to herself. Oz had
every right to dump her, never speak to her again.

But she didn't know what he was gonna do. It was the waiting that was driving
her crazy.

But she was torn at the same time. Did she really want to have Oz back? In the
back of her mind lurked the possibility that Xander Harris could actually be
her boyfriend if they were both single again. But she was refusing to allow it
to come to the foremost of her thoughts.

She was so confused. Animal crackers or Twinkies? Werewolf or King of Cretins?
She felt like she was being offered two different ice cream flavors, both of
them equally delicious, but she could only taste one of them.

The phone rang. Willow jumped.

She reached for the receiver, hoping it was Oz. And half hoping it was Xander.
She picked up the phone midway through the third ring.

"Hello?" she asked softly.

"Hey, baby."

Oz.

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "I'm so glad you
called," she told him.

"I wasn't going to. But then I thought, I should. We need to talk," Oz said.

"We do. We definitely do."

"Can I come over? I can be there in 10 minutes," Oz asked.

"Yeah," Willow said. "That would be . . good."

"All right," Oz said softly. "I'll see you then." There was a moment of
silence. Willow could still hear Oz breathing on the other end of the line.

"Oz?" Willow asked hestitantly. It sounded like Oz had something to tell her.
And it sounded like it wasn't good.

Oz let out a deep breath. "I miss you, Willow."

Willow melted. "I miss you too," she managed to choke out. She imagined Oz
giving a tiny smile on the other end.

"I'm on my way," he said. He hung up.

Willow replaced the receiver in the cradle. She sat for a moment on her bed,
exhilarated. She had a chance! Oz wasn't going to shove her away.

The doorbell rang. Willow started in surprise. There was no way Oz could have
gotten over there so fast. She left her room and padded down the stairs in her
stocking feet. She looked out the window and let out a small gasp at the sight
she saw on the front stoop. She opened the door slowly.

"Hey, Wills."

Xander was at her front door. And Oz was on his way over. Nothing good could
come from this.

End Part One

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