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buffyfic-digest Thursday, January 14 1999 Volume 03 : Number 018
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 11)
BUFFYFIC: "The Game Played" (3a/6) by Mace
BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: New Fiction List (Repost)
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Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 16:13:01 -0500
From: uzenet@videotron.ca
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Broken Bonds (Part 11)
Title: Broken Bonds (Part 11)
Author: Northlight
email: uzenet@videotron.ca
Summary: Giles disappears and bad things start to happen.
Disclaimer: What isn't mine belongs to Joss Whedon.
Notes: Thanks to all who requested more! Without your replies, this
story would have stayed dead :)
Buffyfic people, if you can't remember what happened before, go to
"http://www.geocities.com/~northlight/buffy.html"
Being out at night, Slayerless, was not the most intelligent thing
which Rupert Giles had ever attempted. Unfortunately, his Slayer was
tied up with a man who set Giles' teeth on edge and who wasn't the most
trustworthy of individuals.
Giles tried not to wince at the thought of the mess he was embroiled in
as he crept through the park, cross in hand. Along with a wad of cash,
it had been the only thing he'd had the time to grab before the door to
his recently acquired motel room had been busted down.
Not only had they scared him tremendously, but his 'visitors' had also
left him without protection from Sunnydale's demons. 'They're probably
hoping that some vampire takes care of their problem for them!' Giles
thought, jumping in surprise when his own foot snapped a twig.
He couldn't go back to Simon. The fact that he'd been found once
already after Simon had found a room for him implied that someone had
gotten to the other man. Once again, Giles felt a stab of guilt for
drawing Simon into something which he'd spent years attempting to
distance himself from.
"Giles!" the voice sent him swirling around, one hand brandishing the
cross, the other clutching at a stake. His eyes widened with relief
when they focused on the familiar sight of Angel's face.
"Thank God..." Giles gasped, his hand abandoning it's search for a
stake. The cross was tucked back into his coat pocked and Giles rubbed
at his bloodshot eyes wearily.
Angel took in the Watcher's less than immaculate appearance, and his
concern skyrocketed. "Where have you been?" he demanded, worry
colouring his low voice. "Buffy has been frantic with worry!"
Giles' drooping head shot up at the mention of his Slayer. "Buffy! Is
she well?"
"She's worried. And angry," Angel told the weary Watcher, remembering
Buffy's less than receptive feelings for Tyler.
Giles' lips quirked upwards, almost as if he knew exactly what Angel
was speaking of. 'I wonder how Tyler's enjoying his sparring sessions
with Buffy?' Shaking off his irrelevant thoughts, Giles drew his
attention back to the matters at hand. "I need someplace safe to stay
tonight. And I need you to inform Buffy of what's happening."
Angel nodded. "You can stay with me. Nobody knows where my apartment
is."
"Thank you," Giles nodded, relief in his voice. "Now why don't we move
along before a vampire _does_ finish me off?"
***
"So this is the Hellmouth," Gwendolyn Post said, a predatory smile on
her thin lips. "How very... _quaint_." She looked down at the large,
unwieldy looking metal glove encasing her right hand, and her smile grew
wider.
She'd only had this particular toy for a week or so, but she'd learned
to use it well enough in that time to recognize the spike of power
running through it. That was quite apparently the Hellmouth's doing.
For that, she could forgive the town it's less than impressive motel
accommodations.
Alain looked away from the papers he'd been shuffling through at the
sound of Ms. Post's voice. "He has a list," the young man said,
nervously watching the twitching fingers of the glove. He would have
protested Gwendolyn's acquisition of one of the more powerful objects,
but the last man who had done so had been on the receiving end of a well
aimed lightning bolt.
The woman's eyes narrowed, but the harsh grin remained firmly in
place. "It won't do him much good, will it? Mr. Giles is outnumbered
and outgunned. He can run all he wants and make plan after desperate
plan, but the truth is, he's already lost."
She laughed, and the glove continued to twitch.
***
Giles paced around Angel's apartment, his agitation growing as he told
the vampire of the events which had driven him away from his Slayer and
into hiding. "Within the last hundred years," Giles began in his best
lecture voice, "a rift formed among the Watcher's Council."
Angel nodded mutely, otherwise perfectly still while he waited for
Giles to continue.
"Some believed that we should continue as we have been doing for as
long as our organization has existed. Others believe that we should use
the magical artifacts we have gathered over the centuries. These
beliefs had manifested themselves as debates, and I had thought that
they would remain as such. But recently, the more active faction of the
latter group began to _act_ on these ideas."
"How so?" Angel asked. "Does their position on this matter truly make
them that dangerous?"
Giles nodded, "very much so. Most of these artifacts were created for
the purpose of evil. Such power cannot help but corrupt those who wield
it..." Giles grimaced. "They have the knowledge and the power to shape
the world as they see fit."
"Where does Tyler fit into this?"
Giles shrugged helplessly. "I just don't know."
***
The dream was the same as always, except... _worse_. She stood, wide
eyed, her boots stained red with the blood she was forced to wade
through. Fire raged around her, lapping closer to her. She could feel
it's heat against her body, but still could not make herself move.
Her senses screamed at her in warning as the vampires surged past her.
They brushed right against her body, and still she remained rooted to
the ground.
The vision that finally broke her unmoving stance was the sight of
Giles, tumbling down and down into the darkness, his wide, empty eyes
staring straight at her.
As Buffy woke, struggling for air, a single word shot through her
horrified mind.
'_Soon_.'
~End Part 11~
------------------------------
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 21:19:10 -0000
From: "mace" <mace@digitechs.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: "The Game Played" (3a/6) by Mace
Yes, this is part 3a. I'm sorry, but I've been experiencing technical
difficulties (I'm sick) all day. I can't think straight, and I only deci=
ded
to post this because I couldn't sleep anymore. Sorry for all the hassle.
TITLE: The Game Played
AUTHOR: Mace
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to be affiliated with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enem=
y,
the Warner Brothers, or Twentieth Century Fox. I do not own Buffy the
Vampire Slayer or related characters, topics, settings, or personalities.
All this is owned by those mentioned above. Avoid suing me. I would
appreciate it and so will you.
SUMMARY: Buffy/Angel with some Willow/Oz thrown into it. This takes place
after "Lover's Walk." Faith didn't like being used by her 'Watcher' or by
one Alexander Harris. She decided it was time other people got what they
wanted. With Cordelia in the hospital and Willow and Oz having their own
problems, Faith turns to the person who wants nothing but happiness for h=
er
daughter.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realize some of this might be off-character. I can't yet
write for Faith or really Oz. I'll get better. Upon writing this, I reali=
ze
that there is very little plot, and it is primarily an emotional piece. I
think you like it anyway because it's lacking all that **MUSH** and has s=
ome
substance.
FEEDBACK: The phrase here is 'of course.' I really love feedback. Send as
much as possible. Bubba, Snake, and Eugene are my biggest fans. They thin=
k
*everyone* should send feedback. We *know* you're reading this. Don't mak=
e
my biggest fans ruin their clothes (and yours) by making them come after
you. Send it to: mace@digitechs.com
*****
PART THREE
*****
"So . . ." Joyce said.
"This=97 this wasn't a good idea," Angel murmured.
Angel turned around and startled to walk away. << No! You can't leave!
Faith isn't finished yet! >> Joyce thought.
"Fine," Joyce said, an evil smirk gracing her face, "but if a vampire kil=
ls
me, it'll be *your* fault."
Angel turned around and glared at the completely frustrating woman. He
suddenly knew where Buffy got her stubbornness.
"Okay, so what do you want to hear?" Angel acquiesced.
"I guess I know how you lost your soul," Joyce said.
She could have sworn she saw the vampire blush.
"I want to know how you actually *got* to Sunnydale, why you came here, a=
nd
everything that lead up to the actual . . . losing of your soul," Joyce
said.
Angel sighed.
"In 1898, I killed a gypsy girl, the Elders of her tribe found the perfec=
t
punishment. They restored my soul," Angel said.
"They were out of boils and blinding torment?" Joyce asked.
Angel couldn't help but smile.
"I lived in Europe for about twenty years before the war got really bad, =
and
I went to America. I went, like so many . . . immigrants . . . to New
York," Angel said.
"Where are you originally from?" Joyce asked.
"Galway, Ireland. Darla sired me in 1753," Angel said.
"Darla? The girl that attacked me in my house made you into a vampire?!?=
"
Joyce asked.
Angel could only nod.
"How old were you?" Joyce asked with a sickening feeling in her stomach.
"Twenty-two," Angel answered.
"So, you're about five years older than Buffy?"
"Joyce, I'm two-hundred-forty five. I'm two-hundred-twenty-eight-years
older than Buffy," Angel said severely.
"What about the time you were human?"
"It doesn't really count. That person is dead," Angel said. "I was
twenty-two, and my life was over. I deserved it. I was drunk all the ti=
me,
stole from my pig of a father, and visited the=97 uh=97 local establishme=
nts,"
Angel said.
"No one deserves to have lived through that," Joyce said softly.
"I don't want any pity. If you had seen it, you wouldn't have been offer=
ing
me comfort, Joyce. It's my own fault for being drunk, stupid, and unawar=
e,"
Angel said.
She was tired of listening to the immortal << Immortal . . . >> vampire p=
ut
himself down and was anxious to see what happened to him. So . . .
"You were in New York?" Joyce prompted.
"Yes, ma'am, New York. I lived on the streets, avoiding any contact with
any human beings, living off rats and other vermin that infested the city.
I lost my Irish accent and gained this one from New York, primarily
Manhattan," Angel said.
"It was 1996 before I really spoke to anyone. A demon name Whistler, a g=
ood
demon=97 or something close to it=97 convinced me to go to Los Angeles. =
He
showed me Buffy. Most Slayers are trained from birth or close to it. I
knew she would have a hard time if she hadn't been training since she was
little. I watched her for a little while. She was just so confused=97 I
started to care again. I didn't want to care=97 especially about a vampi=
re
Slayer, but I did.
"I was weak, and Whistler trained me, got me in shape. I met Buffy for t=
he
first time in an alleyway outside the Bronze. She didn't know I'd been
watching her since she lived in L.A., and she still doesn't. When I met
her, I pretty much acted like an arrogant jerk. I delivered a couple of
cryptic messages . . ."
And Angel continued to relate the story. . . .
*****
Later that night . . .
"So you spent three months in Hell?" Joyce asked.
"It turned out to be about one-hundred-years. The time is different in H=
ell
than it is here," Angel said.
Joyce was intrigued and terrified at the same time.
"What was it like?"
Joyce could almost feel the air change. Angel tensed and seemed to shake=
a
little bit. He sat down on a bench and looked up at the woman. She seem=
ed
to ooze maternal instinct.
"It was bad?" Joyce asked as she sat down.
"It was Hell," Angel said. "I don't remember what it looks like, but I
remember the pain and the screams and the torment, not just mine. Everyo=
ne
else's too. It was almost a tangent thing, and I was still alive . . . o=
r
not just a soul," Angel said softly.
"How did you get out?" Joyce asked.
Angel looked at the woman with tear-filled eyes. "A miracle? I don't kn=
ow.
I was just back, insane, but back."
"Insane?"
Angel looked like he would have blushed. "I=97 I couldn't handle the
memories, the pain. I shut down."
"How did you get your sanity back?"
Angel looked at the woman. She knew more about him than every Watcher di=
ary
ever written, more than anyone except maybe Whistler.
"This . . . thing. It attacked Buffy, and I knew." Angel frowned. << Yea=
h,
sound like a psychopath to the lady. >> "Buffy=97 she had me changed up i=
n the
mansion so I would hurt anyone or myself. I knew there was something wron=
g,
so I broke free. He was attacking Buffy, and I . . ." he trailed off,
embarrassed.
"You what?"
Joyce already knew what he was going to say, but she wanted to hear it.
Listening to Angel talk was enthralling. He leaned back on the bench.
"I killed him. All I knew was that it was trying to hurt her. She was t=
he
only thing I think I half-way remembered. I remembered bits and pieces o=
f
memories, that I'd hurt her. I didn't want her to come near me, in case,=
I
hurt her. I remembered her, and I didn't want him to hurt her. I killed
him, and, suddenly, it's like this fog was lifted. I remembered everythi=
ng.
I wanted to scream, and all I said was her name," Angel said.
Joyce knew he wasn't talking to her anymore. He was talking to himself a=
nd
to Buffy. She admired the pale countenance of her daughter's love. He
looked just like what he was, a man in love. She supposed it wasn't
unnatural for Angel to be in love with Buffy. In his time, she was the
right age to be married off or even have a child. << Married? >> she
wondered. << *Would* he marry her? >>
"*Would* you marry her?" Joyce asked.
*****
End Part 3a
*****
------------------------------
Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 23:25:21 -0600
From: Katie Malone <kamalone@usa.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: New Fiction List (Repost)
I'm not sure if this came through, so here it is again:
It looks like everyone has the fate of the discussion list well under
control, but I haven't seen much talk about that of the fiction list.
As assistant admin of an already existing Buffy fiction list on xmission
(erotica only, sorry minors), the other admin and I decided to create a
"sister" list. The new list will hopefully fill the vacuum created by the
departure of this list (that is, for the posting of Gen Buffy fic). It is
aptly named BUFFYFIC2 and will also be hosted out of xmission:
buffyfic2@lists.xmission.com. The new list is ready to go.
Anyone interested in subscribing should send email to
majordomo@xmission.com with the command: s*bscribe buffyfic2
I know I'm going to miss this list, but perhaps with the new list there
won't be too much interruption in service.
Katie Malone
kamalone@usa.net
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