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buffyfic-digest Thursday, December 24 1998 Volume 02 : Number 399
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: "Snowball's Chance" (3a/?) by Chase DeKota
BUFFYFIC: "Snowball's Chance" (3b/?) by Chase DeKota
BUFFYFIC: Question
DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Question
BUFFYFIC: Before
BUFFYFIC: Special Place (1/1)
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Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 20:09:29 EST
From: ChaseDKota@aol.com
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Snowball's Chance" (3a/?) by Chase DeKota
TITLE: Snowball's Chance
AUTHOR: Chase DeKota
EMAIL: ChaseDKota@aol.com
FEEDBACK: Please. For Christmas.
DISTRIBUTION: Just let me know.
RATING: PG-14
SPOILERS and TIMELINE: The story pretty much carries itself. Haven't seen
"Amends" yet, but I'm pretty sure this is just prior. Or maybe just after=
.
Spoilers all the way through "The Wish" just to be safe.
DISCLAIMER: The world of BtVS belongs to 20th Century Fox, with nods to Jo=
ss
Whedon and company; I'm only visiting it. 'Mac' and her magick appears
courtesy of J.J. Benike. Many thanks to my beta readers and those who've
offered feedback so far.
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
Snowball's Chance
By: Chase DeKota
Part: 3/?
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
"This is a very important year." The Mayor said solemnly. =93Friday is a=
very
important night.=94
The figure sitting on the other side of the desk simply nodded, showing ho=
w
much he didn=92t care. "As you've mentioned many, many times." He contin=
ued to
read his newspaper without interest.
It was obvious his co-conspirator didn=92t consider this matter quite as s=
erious
as it was. Mayor Wilkins could see this and he was not pleased. =93So,=
=94 he
began slowly, waiting for the vampire to look up. At length, he did. =93=
You
can understand how I feel when I hear that the doctor didn=92t work out. =
Being
so close to the =91deadline,=92 as it were.=94
=93Our scholarly friend served his purpose. It was thought that he might =
not
cooperate, so we went ahead with Plan B.=94 Mr. Trick ended with a compla=
cent
smile.
Trust me, I know what I=92m doing.
He=92d always been wary of Trick and =91his type.=92 But, politicians suc=
h as
himself must
collaborate, from time to time, with said types if they want to be success=
ful.
Still, the Mayor was cautious and not completely conviced the situation wa=
s
being handled. =93What is Plan B, exactly?=94
The vamp didn=92t entirely trust His Honor. But connections with city hal=
l made
residing in Sunnydale much easier. At least, if did when one looked at th=
e
=91big picture=92 aspect of everything. Taking that into consideration, T=
rick
gave a cool smile and said, =93Relax, Mr. Mayor. I guarantee this benefit
concert will be talked about for years to come.=94
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
------------------------------
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 20:23:24 EST
From: ChaseDKota@aol.com
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Snowball's Chance" (3b/?) by Chase DeKota
TITLE: Snowball's Chance
AUTHOR: Chase DeKota
EMAIL: ChaseDKota@aol.com
FEEDBACK: Please. For Christmas.
DISTRIBUTION: Just let me know.
RATING: PG-14
SPOILERS and TIMELINE: The story pretty much carries itself. Haven't seen
"Amends" yet, but I'm pretty sure this is just prior. Or maybe just after=
.
Spoilers all the way through "The Wish" just to be safe.
DISCLAIMER: The world of BtVS belongs to 20th Century Fox, with nods to Jo=
ss
Whedon and company; I'm only visiting it. 'Mac' and her magick appears
courtesy of J.J. Benike. Many thanks to my beta readers and those who've
offered feedback so far.
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
Snowball's Chance
By: Chase DeKota
Part: 3b/?
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
The museum had a complex system of hallways that allowed employees to move
artifacts from storage to display without tracking through the visitor's
section.
Buffy was wandering through this labyrinth now. With corridors darting of=
f at
every
angle, she wasn't sure she'd find her way out, let alone the mysterious gi=
rl.
A few twists and turns more and she was about to call off the search. No
harm, no foul.
But wait! She heard someone talking.
She paused, listening. When she was sure she knew which way the voice was
coming from, Buffy headed in that direction. Her quick steps took her aro=
und
another corner and right to a row of doors lining the length of the hallwa=
y.
Offices.
Whoever was in there was speaking in hushed tones, but she could tell the
speaker was irritated over something. She had to get closer. An old pro =
at
moving silently, Buffy crept within reading distance of the name on the do=
or:
"Dr. James Adams, Ph.D.." The door was open just wide enough for her to ge=
t a
glimpse of the room's occupant.
It was a man - tall, scholarly in a tweed suit and glasses, sorting throug=
h a
stack of books on a table. He was addressing the area to his left, but as=
far
as Buffy could see, there was a desk there and nothing else. She noted th=
e
British accent and, at first, thought is was Giles.
< What=92s he doing here? > He hadn=92t mentioned coming to the museum to=
day
when she=92d talked to him this morning.
When he turned to reach for another stack of books, she got a better look.
She slapped her hand to her mouth to avoid any audible reaction. Buffy ro=
lled
her eyes and muttered, =93Just what I need.=94
It wasn't Giles; it was Ethan Rayne. And he was having an argument with t=
hin
air.
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
------------------------------
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 22:09:32 -0500
From: "Kitiara" <hospitals@erols.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Question
I have a really quick question for the list. Please respond to me privately,
and not to the actual ML.
For my songfic "If I Never Knew You" (thanks for the replies, guys!),
several people said I should write to or send it to Joss. How would I go
about doing that?
Sorry for the spam. <sighs> Well... back to writing...
~Kitiara
------------------------------
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 23:01:47 EST
From: AlysFaire@aol.com
Subject: DISCUSS: Re: BUFFYFIC: Question
Wow, interesting question. Sending this to the list as it's something that
hasn't come up before, iirc. It's an important topic, too. And although my
reply is to Kitiara's question, it really applies to anyone thinking of
sending in their stories to Joss.
In a message dated 12/21/98 10:12:30 PM Eastern Standard Time,
hospitals@erols.com writes:
> For my songfic "If I Never Knew You" (thanks for the replies, guys!),
> several people said I should write to or send it to Joss. How would I go
> about doing that?
Hoping this doesn't sound harsh, but I wouldn't. It's very likely that any
fanfic sent to Joss, or in fact, anyone associated with the show will be
returned unopened. For legal reasons, the creative people associated with a
television show cannot read any story ideas, be they in the form of fanfic, or
in the form of unsolicited scripts. If Joss or someone associated with the
show were to accept a fanfic and then a show is done with a similar storyline,
the show is set up for a lawsuit from the author for stealing his/her idea.
It's something that has happened with Bablylon 5 (from what I remember
reading, an entire ep had to be scrapped) and why the creator of that show
only participates in a moderated newsgroup-folks can't give him story ideas
(however well meant they are).
I should probably say here that I haven't read Kitiara's songfic and haven't
got a clue if it's something that even could be done on the show. I'm just
sharing what's been drilled into me from another forum, about fanfic and TPTB.
How BTVS treats fanfic vs. the other shows I know of, I don't honestly know.
But I have to think I'd be looked down upon just the same. (Nevermind the
fact that the writer is borrowing characters that don't belong to him/her in
the first place...)
If someone really wants to submit ideas to the show (or any show), the best
way to do it is to go through an agent.
I would just enjoy the compliments on the story. And write some more. :-)
Alys
------------------------------
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1998 15:56:41 -0500
From: uzenet@videotron.ca
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Before
Title: Before
Author: Northlight
email: uzenet@videotron.ca
Spoilers: The Wish
Summary: A meeting between Angel and Willow before he got turned into
her 'puppy'.
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters in the following story.
***
Willow screamed, a loud, long sound torn from the very depth of her
being. She stumbled back a step, her shaking hands held before her body
in a futile defensive gesture. Her scream ended in a choked sob as the
vampire's fist smashed into her pale face, sending her body careening to
the cold ground.
Forcing back the panic that threatened to overwhelm her, Willow
scrabbled in the pockets of her baggy overalls for the cross that had
been issued to all Sunnydale residents after the Master rose. Fear made
her fingers slow to respond as the vampire approached her, sensing an
easy meal. Cold metal met her questing fingers, and with a whimpered
cry of relief, Willow pulled it out, brandishing it at the creature.
"Keep away..." Willow whimpered, holding the cross out towards the
snarling creature as she rose to her feet unsteadily. She clenched at
it with such strength that the metal bit into the soft flesh of her
palm. If she were to loose the fragile protection that it offered her,
she would be dead in an instant.
There was no escape in running. Others had tried. They had merely
ended up in the monthly service in honour of the dead.
Willow had known this creature once. Theresa had sat behind her in
biology class. Willow remembered that she had lent the other girl her
notes once. She also remembered hearing the girl's name numbered among
the dead.
As she herself was close to being.
"Keep away," Willow repeated, her voice slightly more authoritive as
she noted the vampire carefully keeping a safe distance from the holy
symbol. "You just stay right there," she continued, carefully backing
away from the angrily snarling vampire.
Her driveway was only a few steps away. And from there... if luck was
smiling down upon her... she could probably make it up to her door and
into the relative safety of her house.
Unless Theresa decided to smoke her out. Some of them did that,
setting fires around the homes of their prey. Either their victims
would flee the flames and run straight into the grasps of the monsters
who stalked the street, or they would burn and choke inside their homes
while both vampire and human watched.
She could see faces peering out at her from the windows of neighbouring
homes. The eyes that followed her slow progress watched her with a
mixture of pity and fear. They would not help her. No one ever
helped... not even when their own family members lay slowly dying on
their doorsteps.
"Hungry!" Theresa wailed, her gleaming teeth flashing beneath the
street lamp that barely managed to illuminate their immediate
surroundings. She rubbed at her flat, leather clad stomach and peered
at Willow from slitted golden eyes. "Hungry!" she repeated, her voice
slightly slurred as she spoke around her elongated canines.
"Well I don't intend to be your snack tonight!" Willow stuttered out,
still moving backwards with awkward half steps. She waved the cross
around as if to emphasize her point. The vampire hissed in protest but
remained firm.
Luck was very rarely with the weak... especially not when the weak sat
upon the Hellmouth itself. Willow's cautious backward pace quickened
slightly, trying to increase the distance between her own incredibly
vulnerable self and the demon standing uncomfortably close.
Her increased pace served no greater purpose than to send her stumbling
when her sneaker met a loose rock. It wasn't enough to send her back to
the ground once more, but it did serve to throw her off balance.
Willow nearly screamed again as her cross tumbled from suddenly
nerveless fingers. It flew through the air, a streak of gold marking
it's passage in the dark night. With a dull clink, it fell to the
cement... close enough to reach but not in enough time.
Theresa smiled, a twisted mockery of the friendly smile that she had
once worn so often. With a triumphant growl, her body thrust forward,
heading straight at the petrified girl.
Willow squeaked, scrambling towards the meager protection of the
cross. As distant a possibility as it was, the symbol was her only
chance. The house was still to far to reach and she doubted that anyone
watching the drama unfolding before them would take pity on her and
emerge from their house with a super-soaker filled with holy water.
Her finger brushed the edge of the cross far too late. She collapsed
to the ground beneath Theresa's weight, the cross kicked away from her
by the short black boots that adorned Theresa's foot. Her breath
knocked out of her, and her body pinned to the ground, Willow could only
watch as her only hope of staying alive bounced away from her.
"Hungry," Theresa hissed against Willow's ear before casually rolling
the teary eyed young woman over. Willow lay flat on her back on her
driveway, staring up at the stars unseeingly as Theresa straddled her
waist and bent her dark head down to Willow's throat.
Willow's eyes clenched shut against the sight of the demon's face. Her
body stiffened and a low cry of pain tore out from her constricting
throat as Theresa's fangs broke the skin on her neck and began to drink
eagerly. 'Oh, Xander...' Willow thought, tears spilling out from her
eyes at the thought of her best friend. She knew how he had felt, now.
Her head was growing fuzzy and thinking was becoming difficult. So
much so, that when Theresa's weight vanished from on top of her, it took
her a full minute to realize so. Willow's eyes wearily peeled open, and
then widened as she took in the form of two fighting vampires.
"Angel?" Willow mumbled, recalling the name of the man who had saved
her. He had come to Sunnydale only days before the Master had arisen,
warning them of the impending events. Nobody had listened to his
impassioned cries. Some of them had even lived to regret it.
He turned towards her slightly, his hands still wrapped around
Theresa's bare neck. "Run, Willow!" he shouted, ignoring her wince when
she saw his transformed face.
For the second time that night, Willow pulled herself to her feet.
This time, her upward journey was even more strenuous than the first.
Her head swimming and her body trembling, Willow forced her legs into
action. She warily limped past the struggling vampires, moving towards
her door shakily.
She heard a harsh cry come from behind her and couldn't resist turning
back. Angel stood before Theresa, watching impassively as her body
convulsed and shook apart in a cloud of dust. The stake that had been
impaled through her heart clattered to the ground.
His eyes met hers from across the driveway. "Get inside," he
commanded, his voice weary as he withdrew the stake from the pile of
ashes that had once been Theresa.
"Thank you," Willow replied softly, her hand resting against the two
bloody puncture holes marking her smooth neck. She looked at him a
moment, unsure of what else to say. 'I'm sorry that none of us believed
you' It was true, but the words couldn't even begin to make up for the
fact that they hadn't.
His dark eyes widened, his lips parting to deliver a warning.
"Willow!"
The hand winding around her waist informed her of exactly what his
warning had entailed. "Hey, Will. Miss me?" an achingly familiar voice
whispered into her ear.
"Xander?" Willow sighed, her heart freezing and then shattering to
pieces as the realization of her situation struck her. "Oh, God,
Xander!" she groaned.
"Not quite, Willow," he laughed before his teeth replaced Willow's hand
against her neck.
She could distantly make out the forms of more vampires surrounding
Angel, their voices speaking of the Master and vengeance. The world
spun around her, and Willow sagged against Xander as her knees gave out
beneath her. She saw Angel fall beneath the combined forces of the
Master's apprentices, and what was left of her hear cried out in horror.
Xander's bleeding wrist rose to her mouth, his blood trickling down her
throat. And Willow ceased caring at all.
~End~
------------------------------
Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1998 09:30:46 EST
From: Redfire98@aol.com
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Special Place (1/1)
TITLE: Special Place
AUTHOR: Tamara
EMAIL: Refire98@aol.com
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Things aren't going well for Buffy so she heads for the one
place that doesn't evoke bad memories.
DISTRIBUTION: My page (http://members.tripod.com/~Aramat1)
If you want it just let me know.
SPOILERS: None that I can think of. This happens a little while into the
future of Season 3. Way into the future.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine. They belong to Joss and a
host of other people. I am merely borrowing them so they can run
around in my world and totally forget, if only for a moment, how sucky life
is where Joss has them.
FEEDBACK: Yeah, sure, send some.
NOTE: I wrote this when I was going through months of writer's block.
It's not my best work, but I liked the way it turned out so I decided to
post it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Outside the window the weather raged. Lightning brightened the sky in
flashes while thunder rumbled ferociously and the wind howled like a
coyote baying at the moon. It was the kind of night she loved. The
forces of nature coming together in a symphony of light and sound.
She sat in the window seat of her bedroom staring out into the night,
oblivious to the wind and rain. Occasionally, the wind switched
direction and the breeze sprayed droplets of rain in the open window,
splashing her face with drops of cool water. But she didn't notice. Her
mind was other places then, drifting back to her mother's words earlier
that evening, to the sadness in Willow's voice as she spoke of how she
was losing her best friend.
Struck by a vision of a happier place, and by a need to banish her
darker thoughts, she rose from her perch and walked over to her closet.
Pulling out her trunk, she grabbed a few stakes, just in case she ran
into a vampire hungry enough to brave the storm for a bite, and placed
them strategically on her body. Grabbing a jacket, she headed out the
window and into the rainy night.
Not knowing what exactly had possessed her to go out into the rain, she
just let her feet guide her to where they wanted to go. Within minutes
of stepping outdoors she was soaked to the bone, but she hardly felt it,
her mind so intent on its destination. The tree by the back wall of the
cemetery. Her favorite spot in the place where she spent a good deal of
her time.
She wasn't really sure what made her think of her special place on such
a rainy night, but she didn't question her need to be there. Her best
guess was that she needed a place untainted with bad memories, a place
where she felt secure. Ever since she had returned to Sunnydale, things
hadn't been the same. Her summer away from home had changed her. She'd
come back a more independant, more confident Slayer. Her skill had
improved tremendously, and she no longer considered her duty a burden.
However, her friends were having a harder time adjusting to the new Buffy.
Willow said they never talked, really talked, anymore. Xander, well,
Xander just complained, about the hours she patrolled, about the less
and less time she spent with the gang. Giles, while excited with her
progress as Slayer, didn't like the way she shut the others out and kept
all her feelings inside. Joyce who, despite knowing the truth about
Buffy, still felt as if she didn't know who her daughter really was. And
Angel. Well, she and Angel had reverted to the relationship they'd
established when she first moved to Sunnydale. As always, when they
finally moved two steps forward, life managed to knock them two miles
back. Only this time, she thought the distance they needed to make up
was too much, even for them.
And that was really what drove her out into the rain in search of her
special place. Her relationship, or lack thereof, with Angel.
Entering the cemetery gates, she allowed her thoughts to drift of other,
happier times in the cemetry. She and Angel had discovered the tree one
night during an uneventful patrol. They'd been walking along, deep in
conversation when she'd spotted it. She ran over to it, and declared,
loud enough to raise the dead, Angel had muttered, that from that night
forward that tree would be their special place.
Whenever she needed to get away from everything, her Watcher, her
friends, the ever constant prophecies foretelling her doom, she would go
to that tree, and Angel would always be there waiting for her. He would
take her into his arms, hold her close, and, for a moment, all her
troubles would fade away. She questioned him after the third time in a
row he'd been there waiting, wondering how he was always knew when she
needed him. He would simply smile and say that he just knew.
When patrols were slow, she and Angel would sit under their tree and
talk, mostly about the things she did during the day when he couldn't be
with her, and on a rare occasion, he'd talk of some memory from long
ago. She liked to call it their little piece of heaven and he would say
that only they could find heaven amongst the dead and buried.
The tree was the one place where things were always happy and nothing
ever interupted their time there. They thought they would always have
that tree, that nothing would ever prevent them from being together
there. But things had changed and the last time she'd gone to their
special place, Angel hadn't been there waiting for her.
That was why Buffy was so shocked to find him standing there now,
watching her from beneath the the branches of their tree. Knowing he
couldn't really be there, she walked toward the image, refusing to get
her hopes too high. But when she stopped in front of him and he wrapped
his arms around her and held her close, she knew that he was really
there.
She pulled back from his embrace and looked up at him. "Why are you
here?" she asked him after a moment. "How did you know?"
"I just did," he answered her, smiling. Slowly, his smile faded and the
look he gave her was serious. "So, we're back together under our tree.
You know what that means, right?"
Reluctantly, she pulled away from him, nodding her head in answer to his
question. "It means we finally get to do that talking thing, huh?"
He smiled. "Yeah, no running away, no avoiding the issues," he replied.
He gathered her against him, his arms wrapping around her waist. "And
who knows, maybe when this is over things will be better."
Then together, they sat down under their tree and, still wrapped in each
others arms, they talked, about anger, about pain, about love.
~~~~~
Tamara, Refire98@aol.com
http://members.tripod.com/~Aramat1
http://members.tripod.com/~naughtyslayer
http://members.tripod.com/~TheEvilTwins
------------------------------
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