From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #230 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Sunday, June 14 1998 Volume 02 : Number 230 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (14/?) BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (25/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (17/?) BUFFYFIC: School Spirits. Part 1 See the end of the digest for information on (un)subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 13 Jun 1998 22:53:00 EDT From: Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (14/?) Title: Love's Revival (14/?) Author: Michelle Email Addy: Aglx@aol.com Rating: PG-13 -- just to be safe for mild indications. Spoiler: Nothing really...just a few spoiler hints... Feedback: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! Distribution: Ask first, please. Disclaimer: Savarah is mine! Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, etc. The Story and the characters not part of the regular cast are mine! Sumary: Buffy + Angel. Need I say more? IMPORTANT: Sequal to The Dark One Series. This story is explained as best as I could to fill in the blanks but you have to read "The Dark One" to understand it. You can check it out as well as all my other stories at: http://members.aol.com/aglx/fanfic.html Sorry for the delay with this...let's just say I've been seriously busy. 15 & 16 will be out in just a minute. *************** Part 14 He was sitting next to her, in the shadows, waiting patiently; she had been sleeping for hours. The doctors had sedated her while Giles had been persuading him to come. Angel stared at the floor, unable to bear the sight of what he had done to her. He reached for her hand and clasped it between his own. Her skin was soft, and the vampire closed his eyes against a flood of memories. "Angel?" Buffy awoke at his gentle touch, opening her eyes slowly to see him next to her. Keeping his gaze turned to the floor, he didn't respond. He had come because she wanted him there, but he didn't deserve to speak to her. Not anymore; not ever. "Angel?" She wrapped her fingers around his, and he finally looked up at her. She smiled when she saw his eyes. She knew instantly that it was him. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Buffy. I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Angel whispered as he pressed her hand against her face, struggling to hold back his tears. "Shhh. You did help me. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you." "What do you mean? I nearly killed you, Buffy-" "You know that's not true. You're not to blame for all this." "Buffy, look at yourself; look at what I did to you." "You didn't do anything to me, he did. He did it because Savarah told him to. *You* didn't do it." "Maybe you can convince yourself that, but it's not going to work for me." Buffy reached over and placed her other hand on top of Angel's. "Listen, I choose to go after you. I choose to get my soul back. I could have spent the rest of my life with you living in me." Angel smiled wanly. "That's the smile I've been waiting to see." ********* "I don't like this. We're just leaving her in there with him," Xander said. He still wasn't convinced by Angel's act. After seeing the pain he had caused Buffy and Giles, he wasn't going to be quick to forgive. "Buffy will be just fine. He's not going to hurt her anymore." Willow said, trying both to remain calm and to convince herself. "You don't know that!" Xander jumped in. Just because Buffy wanted him back didn't mean that that bastard deserved her. Giles sighed, rubbing his temples. 'Maybe I should have let him do it. Maybe Buffy would be better off if I just had let Angel stick that branch through his heart.' "No," Giles said slowly, "I think she's right." His tone was strangely accepting. Willow and Xander both looked at him for a second before Xander finally said, "I still don't know about this." "Just relax. Buffy will be just fine." ********* Buffy looked deep into his brown eyes. "It was you, wasn't it?" "What was me?" "You told everyone I was dying. You gave me your soul so I could live." "I would have do it again in a heartbeat- if I actually had one." Buffy laughed but then stopped. She had several broken ribs and each breath she took sent shivers of pain down her spine. Angel tightened his grip on her hand as she struggled to force the pain away. "I'm so sorry Buffy, I know it's not enough, but- I'm sorry." He felt her pain much more strongly than she did. "Stop saying that. I know it wasn't you who did this to me. You were the one who helped me survive it. Now I need *you* to help me get better; we have a few loose ends to tie up." "What?" "A certain creature from the hellmouth is still alive." "Oh. Don't worry about Savarah; I'm going to take care of her." "The hell you will. I'm the one in the hospital bed here, and I say: You are not taking her down without my help." Angel smiled at her enthusiasm. "Okay," Angel said as he stood up and kissed her on the cheek. He stopped when her saw the confused look on her face. "We've been through a lot in the past few months. Let's take it slow." She smiled back at him as he left the room. ********** His lips ran up her arm and worked their way to her neck. She let out a squeal as he gently bit her neck. "Just think. You and me, and no more Angel!" "You make it sound like a good thing," Dru said. A frown formed itself on her face. Spike stopped and looked at her. "Don't expect me to lie to you and say that I liked him. That bastard tried to take you from me." "You were jealous?" "Of course I was my sweet." "Good." Dru sat up a bit and kissed his lips. Spike chose not to make an issue of it. "Whatever you say, my sweet." Spike pushed her head back down on the pillow and kissed her again. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 12 Jun 1998 23:04:14 EDT From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Reunion" (25/?) by Ingrid DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine. SUMMARY: The effects of Buffy’s efforts are realized. FEEDBACK: Send. REQUESTS FOR PARTS: I’m happy to send you whatever you need. (Ingrid29@juno.com) NOTE: ********* "Reunion," by Ingrid Part Twenty-five: "Dawn" ********* Buffy rubbed her eyes and sat up. It was light out. She didn’t know how long she’d slept- the last thing she remembered was Willow and the dust. She sat up with her teeth clenched. She should have stopped- Or maybe she shouldn’t have. Maybe Willow’s "sacrifice" hadn’t been a sacrifice at all. Perhaps she’d wanted to end her existence all along, and the spell had simply provided a welcome opportunity. Buffy’s limbs protested as she stood, but she ignored the pain and found her way out of the woods. Things were still a little foggy, but she was anxious to get to Cordelia’s house to see what had happened. She gazed at the expanses of the horizon. It must have been close to noon, she reasoned, watching the sun blaze overhead. Despite the warm sky, however, the chill Massachusetts air was slowly freezing her, bit by bit. She shook it off, and headed for Xander and Cordelia’s house. Just a few more steps down this way, over this hill and- There was nothing where the house should have been. Nothing but open fields of melting gray snow. She turned around and around. Had she lost her way? No. No, this was it. This *had been* it. Now it was a green field. She should have expected it. Where the hell was everybody? She walked to the edge of the woods again, where a dark figure was slowly rising from over the hill, coming closer gradually. Her worries disappeared as she saw who it was. Angel. *** END, 25. I know it’s short, I know, but… finals!! _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 13:37:09 EDT From: Subject: BUFFYFIC: Love's Revival (17/?) Title: Love's Revival (17/?) Author: Michelle Email Addy: Aglx@aol.com Rating: PG Spoiler: Nothing really...just a few spoiler hints... Feedback: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! Distribution: Ask first, please. Disclaimer: Savarah is mine! Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, etc. The Story and the characters not part of the regular cast are mine! Sumary: Buffy + Angel. Need I say more? IMPORTANT: Sequal to The Dark One Series. This story is explained as best as I could to fill in the blanks but you have to read "The Dark One" to understand it. You can check it out as well as all my other stories at: http://members.aol.com/aglx/fanfic.html ***** Part 17 He walked over to the window and stared out at the quiet night in Sunnydale. It looked so peaceful, so innocent- but he knew better. The surface of Sunnydale was so deceiving. Inside, there was a mass of demons and destruction. Uncontrollable evil lurked about in the shadows of the night. Evil that only she could stop. But now the slayer was in no condition to even walk, let alone save the world from evil. The lights flickered on and Giles shielded his eyes from the brightness they produced. Days had passed since his eyes had closed for more than thirty seconds. So tired. He lay down on the couch which he had turned into a makeshift bed. He refused to go upstairs. Maybe someday he could bring himself to go up there, but it would take a lot of time to heal the wounds that Angelus had caused. ~ "Oh, I know, our ways are strange to you, but soon you will join us in the 20th century. With three whole years to spare!" Her soft image flooded through his mind. The first time they had met he had known that there was something special about her, even though he didn't like to let it show. "I never knew I was going to fall in love with you." Her body, laying awkwardly on the bed. That sight, that horrid sight, destroyed everything. "I never knew I was going to fall in love with you...fall in love with you...fall in love with you..." "I'm sorry I couldn't kill him for you. For her." "Sleep tight!" Angel's voice resounded in his mind, growing louder every time. "Sleep tight!" ~ He awoke with a start. Sweat beaded down his face as his heart pumped faster and faster. He couldn't make it stop. His head pounded heavily, keeping time with his heart. He lay there in the darkness; unable to sleep, unable to think. Everything had changed. Whether it was for the better or worse would be up to destiny. He could lead the Slayer in the right direction, but he couldn't change the way the world would be. His life would forever be changed. Jenny was gone and Angel was back. The switch wasn't something he wanted to accept. END PART 17 - Feedback anyone? ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 14 Jun 1998 14:05:21 -0700 From: Jeff Weitkamp Subject: BUFFYFIC: School Spirits. Part 1 Name: School Spirits Author: Jeff W E-Mail: weit@inlink.com Feedback: Yes please. Tell me anything. Was is good, bad, or what. Distribution: Please ask and I'll say yes. Summary: This story dosn't involve Buffy and Co. directly although they do make apperances. The main character is Amy Madison from 'The Witch' and 'Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered' which are both be aired this week on WB. But don't worry my next story will have the regular crew. Spoilers: The Witch. Rating: PG Time line: After Whe Witch. Sometime before Prophecy Girl. Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this story belong to Joss Wheadon ect. The only characters I can claim are Toni, Kyle and Marlene. ********************************* School Spirits Chapter 1 Friday 3:30 p.m. Amy sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, staring at nothing. She'd been sitting there for the last half-hour. Fifteen minutes ago she made up her mind what she had to do. The last fifteen minutes she had been trying to work up the courage to follow through. "Come on girl." Amy thought to herself as she stood up. "You know you've got to do it." "See. It's not so hard." Thought Amy as she reached the door. "Don't stop!" Amy said to herself as she reached the door, pulled it open, and walked through it and into the hall. Soon she was down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Suddenly the phone rang causing Amy to jump. "No distractions." Thought Amy as she stood staring at the phone as it rang. "I do NOT need any distractions now." After the forth ring Amy heard the answering machine pick up in the other room. "This is the Madison residence. We can't come to the phone right now." Amy heard her fathers recorded voice answer. "So if you would leave your name, number and a short message we will call you back. Thanks." "Hi Amy? This is Marlene. Call me, OK? Talk to you later." Amy stood in the kitchen staring in the direction of the answering machine. The whole thing somehow seemed wrong, Amy was thinking to herself. But she couldn't put her finger on exactly what was wrong. "It's just to, to=85" "Normal." Amy finished the thought out loud.=20 "Now you're stalling again girlfriend." Amy told herself again with a smile. "Let's get this over with." Amy said to the empty room as she turned again toward the door to the basement. "You knew that you would have to face this one day. This is as good of time as any." But, instead of heading for the basement door Amy turned to the right. With two quick steps she reached the refrigerator and pulled open the door. Looking inside Amy grabbed a bottle of the flavored drink of the week. Very deliberately Amy twisted off the cap and took a long drink. As soon as the fruity liquid hit her mouth Amy realized how dry her mouth had become. At the same time she also realized that her palms were very sweaty. After a moment Amy finished drinking and lowered the bottle from her mouth. Screwing the cap back in place Amy looked again at the door to the basement. As she did a quick shiver ran through her body. "Ahhhhhh!" Said Amy in a fit of frustration. She sat the bottle on the table with a light thud, and said, "This is so lame." Setting a determined look on her face Amy crossed the kitchen and was at the basement door. Quickly so as not to give herself time to think she twisted the knob and pulled the door open. As the door came open Amy was given pause as a slight draft hit her in the face. The air had an ever so slight chill to it. But it was a chill that felt like it penetrated to her bones. Amy found herself standing in the basement door staring down at the stairs as they disappeared into the darkness. Her sudden burst of courage gone, Amy slowly reached out with her right hand and felt for the light switch, and flipped it on. The action had immediate, but not the desired results. At the bottom of the stairs one of the tubes in the overhead fluorescent light fixture was out causing the other bulb to weakly flicker casting the area at the bottom of the stairs into a scene of ghostly, dancing shadows. "Perfect." Said Amy. "Just perfect." Amy took a deep breath and reached out for the handrail. Finding it she began to slowly descend the stairs. Despite her best efforts Amy could not suppress a feeling of dread that continued to grow inside her as she took each step into the near darkness. "It's been six months since Mom=85," Amy thought as she slowly passed the halfway point on her descent. "Since Mom. Went away." Images flashed through Amy's mind as she recalled the near nightmare that had started one morning when she woke up in her mother's bed. Not just her bed, she was in her mother's body. The memories flooded through her mind in a torrent that ended in a flash. And when her eyes had adjusted from the flash all that had been in the room were herself, and Buffy holding a mirror. And where her mother had been standing. Nothing. Since that day there had been no sign of her mother. Was she dead? Was she alive somewhere and plotting some kind of awful revenge? No one knew. As she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the light above her head gave off a slight buzz and increased ever so slightly in brightness. Then just as suddenly it dimmed returning the area into shadows. Amy looked up the hall to the door that her goal lay behind. After a moment she took a step in that direction. Amy felt like she was trying to walk through molasses on a cold day. Each step seemed harder than the one before. Like something was here holding her back. But what? Tension? Fear? Or something else? Amy didn't know what it was but there was something. Amy thought "It's just my imagination." Then out loud she said, "There is 'Nothing' here." In the enclosed area her voice sounded out of place, and caught her off guard because she hadn't intended to speak out loud. She looked around the dimly lit area to make sure it really was her who had spoken. Nearing the door the feeling of dread continued to mount. As she reached out for the door knob Amy couldn't help but think. "Maybe there is something, or someone here. Maybe mom has come back and is ready to take her revenge out on her." Taking the doorknob into her hand Amy thought, "Well. I've come this far." As she turned the knob, she could hear a little voice in the back of her head screaming to run. Run for her life. Run, and never come back. Ignoring the voice she slowly pushed the door open. It swung back with a slight squeak. As it opened the light behind her brightened again just for an instant. Then returned to it's dim flicker. But the light was bright enough to cast more shadows that came and went so fast all that remained was an afterimage in her eyes. Amy pushed the door open far enough to allow what light there was filtering into the room to fall onto the chest. The chest that held the tools of he mothers trade. Her trade now. The tools of a witch. Swallowing hard Amy entered the room, telling herself, "There's nothing to be afraid of. There is no one here besides me." Just then Amy jerked her head to the right. Did she hear something over there? For what seemed like hours but in reality must have been just a hand full of seconds Amy stood there straining, listening as hard as she had ever listened in her life. Finally she decided there was nothing there and took a deep breath. It wasn't till that moment she realized she had been holding her breath. Despite the voice in her head screaming to get away from here, Amy finally stepped into the room and up to the chest. It only took a moment to remove the items that had been stacked on the chest during the last few months. Amy reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a key. The key that she had kept with her these last months. Ever since she and Willow had packed away her mother's things. Amy had to step to one side to allow enough light onto the lock so she could use the key to unlock the case. It turned easily. And with a click that sounded deafening she knew that the lock was open. Removing the key from the lock Amy replaced the key in her pocket and slowly opened the chest. When nothing jumped out of the at her, Amy felt the tension drain from her body and said. "See. That wasn't so tough was it? "Why didn't I bring a flashlight?" Said Amy as she knelt in front of the chest. When suddenly from her right she saw something leap at her. As she fell backwards all she could do, was scream. Chapter 2: Wednesday 7:50 am. Two days earlier. "He's is a little cute, but all he want's to talk about is sports." Amy was listening to Marlene with only half an ear. She was talking about her second favorite subject. Boys. Still Amy preferred this over Marlene's favorite subject. Marlene herself. Marlene was one of Amy's best friends. But sometimes it paid to tune her out. Sometimes Amy secretly wondered if maybe Marlene preferred it that way. Less chance of being interrupted. The pair stopped with other students at the last intersection before reaching Sunnydale High, and waited for the light to change. As they stood there Marlene suddenly and with practiced ease changed subjects and began to talk about a pair of shoes she wanted to buy. Amy let her mind wander. Something had been bothering her all morning. She couldn't identify what it was. For that matter she couldn't really describe the feeling. Something between apprehension, and depression. No that wasn't right either. Amy sighed inwardly and tried to shake the feeling for the hundredth time that morning. Still with no more success than the other ninety-nine times.=20 Automatically Amy began to cross the street with the other students when the light changed. Suddenly the feeling intensified. Amy felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck as she focused on the feeling. Then she knew what it was. She felt like she was being watched. Stopping where she stood Amy turned around quickly. She looked up the street the way they had just come. Everything looked normal. Just like you'd expect on a sunny spring morning. Then she looked to each side trying to locate someone, or something that was out of place. Anything that would explain her mood. Nothing. Amy jumped when without warning a car horn sounded and brought her back from her distraction. She was standing in the middle of the street. Amy looked at the car to her left that had sounded the horn. In the drivers seat sat a lady. Probably on her way to work. The woman had a slightly annoyed look on her face. After a moment the woman raised her hand off the steering wheel and motioned to her. Politely indicated that Amy might want to continue across the street. "Amy! Amy!!." Amy turned towards the sound of her name. Marlene stood on the sidewalk with an expression that said, "Duh-uh." Amy wondered how long she had been standing there calling her name. "Are we spacing today?" Marlene asked. "Don't just stand there. Get out of the road. We've got to get to class. You know what a pain Mr. Sanders can be when we're late." Amy quickly turned and ran the rest of the way to the sidewalk. "What's the matter with you?" Asked Marlene. "Huh." Said Amy as they began to walk up the stairs to the main entrance to Sunnydale High. "Oh nothing. I just thought for a moment that I may have left my history assignment at home." "Well call you Over Reaction Girl." Marlene said as they passed through the doors. Then she began to talk about the sweater she wore draped over her shoulders. And how naturally, the sweater was the perfect match to her skirt. Amy blinked as her eyes adjusted from the bright sunshine as the walked down the hall. Just before they turned the corner towards their first class of the day, Amy could not resist the urge to glance back out the doors they had just come through. As she half expected, she saw nothing. Five feet from the door to Mr. Sander's English class the bell rang. "We're late. Again." Said Marlene. "Great!" If she wasn't sure before she was sure now. It was going to be a great day.=20 "Oh well." Amy rationalized. "It sure can't get any worse. Can it?"=20 She was wrong. The day just dragged on and on. And so did Amy's mysterious mood. Always something out there just out of reach. Something she couldn't put her finger on. Sometimes she would be walking down the hall or sitting in class and the feeling would turn up a notch . Amy would look around but she could see no one or no thing out of the ordinary. Then just as quickly the feeling would pass. The whole thing was getting on Amy's nerves. She was even starting to=20 wonder if she was starting to see things. Like at lunch. Amy was sitting outside with Marlene and Toni, who was the third member of their trio. The other two girls just chatting away like any other day. All Amy could do was sit there and pretend she had an appetite. All of a sudden Amy got that feeling like she was being watched again. She looked around slowly. But she saw nothing. Then suddenly something caught her attention. Something so minor that she had almost missed it. Over near the school building sat a pair of large green trash dumpsters. The kind that the garbage trucks would pull up to with some kind of huge claw like thing hanging out of the front. Then like some kind of monster this claw would grab the dumpster, lift it over the cab and dump the contents into the back of the truck. Well sitting on top of one of the dumpsters was a cat. From where she sat it seemed to just sit there. But what caught Amy's attention was the fact that the cat seemed to be staring directly at her. "That's just your imagination." Amy thought. "This whole morning has got you really spooked." But as she watched the cat Amy became convinced that it was really watching her. Finally she had enough. Amy was just about to stand up and go investigate when two people passed between her and the cat momentarily blocking her view. Then when they had moved out of the way of her view of the dumpsters the cat was gone. No sign at all. Or had it really ever been there at all. ********=20 End of Part 1 ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #230 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. You will need to go through a confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually approve your subscription request, so it may take some time. To unsubscribe, send email to majordomo@xmission.com with unsubscribe buffyfic-digest or unsubscribe buffyfic in the body. Back issues of this digest can be found at: ftp://ftp.xmission.com/pub/lists/buffyfic/archive/ Dalton Spence has also provided an index of the buffyfic archive at: http://www.hwcn.org/~ag775/BUFFYFIC.HTM For help, contact Jill Kirby (jtkirby@mcs.com) or sah (romana@mindspring.com)