From: "Aurelia Destiny" Subject: BUFFYFIC: (BUFFYFIC) Cloaked in Darkness 1/? Date: 01 May 1998 06:42:13 PDT Okay, I've FINALLY got it all worked out, so here it! Enjoy! Love, Aurelia ********************************************************************* TITLE: Cloaked In Darkness AUTHOR: Princess Destiny (princessdestiny@hotmail.com) SUMMARY: Things are not exactly what they seem when Giles finds an ancient diary, with news of the death of the Slayer. A new girl comes to Sunnydale and things start to go crazy, Angel is jealous because Buffy has a boyfriend and The Master gets a nasty surprise... It is naturally a Buffy/Angel Romance story, cause I'm a hopeless romantic! Although it starts off a bit rocky, but I assure you they will end up together in this one! RATING: PG. TIME PERIOD: Hmm, well since we have only seen up till 'Prophesy Girl' here in AustraliaBut I HAVE read the scripts for the rest of them...Okay, say just after the 'Angel' episode and we'll leave it at that! THANK-YOUS: FEEDBACK: PLEASE! I love to hear from people! DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first, I'll say yes anyway, but I want to know where it is going. DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel and the others are the property of Joss Whedon. Gabriella and any others I add later on are Mine, Mine, Mine! This is my first try at a Buffy fic so don't be too harsh, comments and suggestions or even praise for my lovely story are very welcome! ************************ CLOAKED IN DARKNESS ************************ ***PART 1: JEALOUSY*** Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm The Street lights went by in a blur, reflecting off of the glass windows as the bus crawled at a respectable speed through the town. Inside the bus was black, only a few snores and people muttering in their sleep, revealed that anyone was within except for the silent driver. His eyes swept the road for the stop sign and he spotted it a few meters from the end of the next street. He sighed and looked into the rear-view mirror at the girl sitting in the first row to the right. If he turned his head slightly he could look at her pale features from the corner of his eye. She was beautiful and his mind had been on nothing but her since the bus had started its trip from New York. She had stepped up and given him a sweet smile before taking her seat, watching all the other passengers as they, too, entered the bus. Her long dark hair was gorgeous, glossy and silken and just waiting for someone to run their hands through it. And her eyes, like emeralds, were dark green with dark lashes surrounding them. Her skin was white, like fine porcelain and her lips a natural red. He doubted she had ever needed to use makeup in her life. Her clothes were expensive, he could see at a glance, having seen many people getting onto his bus over the years. It occurred to him briefly to wonder why a lovely young girl, with obviously expensive taste, would be catching a bus to her destination when she could obviously afford to catch a plane...or a limo. He chuckled humorously, risking a slight glance over his shoulder at her sleeping face, so peaceful against the stained and worn red of the bus seat. The stop sign came closer and he slowed the bus. After a quick look at all the other sleeping people he got out of his seat and walked slowly towards her. He had intended to wake her gently, perhaps with soft endearment, his wife would never know...but when he had taken but one step towards her, her eyes flashed open, wide awake and without the slightest trace of sleep in their green depths. He paused, embarrassed, and saw a wariness in her eyes as she stared at him for a moment. Then her eyes softened and she smiled that sweet curving of the lips that he had not been able to forget since she entered his vehicle. "We’ve arrived, I didn’t want to startle you, or wake the others." He whispered almost nervously, wondering if those eyes had seen the flush enter his cheeks and the look of guilt in his eyes. A spark of laughter entered her face. She got fluidly to her feet and shrugged her shoulders lightly, trying to get the sleepiness out of her limbs. "Thank you, I enjoyed the ride." she said. A shiver went down his spine at the sound of her voice, he felt as if he would melt into a puddle as she stepped past him and descended the steps to the sidewalk. He saw her look around curiously, and then she turned slightly to looked back at him as he slid into the driver’s seat again. "Will you be all right? It’s a dangerous place here, I’ve heard stories..." he hesitated as she frowned slightly, stepping closer to the bus to peer in at him. A slender hand reached up to grasp the side of the door and he felt a sudden urge to take back his words and smooth the frown from her delicate face. "What stories?" she asked. He repressed the shudder that went through his body at the musical sound of her voice and tried to control his wandering mind enough to answer her question. "Ah...not much, just rumors you understand. They say this is the ‘Murder Capital’, people end up dead, especially the tourists" he told her in a low conspiratorial voice as someone stirred in the bus and a child started to whine about food. The girl released the door and severed her last link to the bus driver and his life. He felt it almost physically, she was so beautiful and he wanted to keep her there longer but knew he had a deadline to deliver all his passengers to their destinations. "I can take care of myself, I lived in New York remember?" she said softly, a laugh in her tone. He smiled foolishly at her as he started the bus again. She stepped back so as not to get in the way of the bus and he stared at her as if seeing a vision, feeling that something was not right. The moon shone down giving her skin an unearthly glow and her long dark hair blew lightly around her slender frame like a cloak. She raised her arms and hugged herself lightly, a farewell smile on her face and he closed the door on her, pulling away. She looked after the bus as it went slowly down the street and stopped at a light, then the light changed and the bus continued on faster until it was out of sight. She sighed a little, almost a whisper of breath and then looked around her, starting to walk the way the bus had gone. The breeze was cool and she wondered if she should have worn more appropriate clothes, her designer grey skirt just reached her knee’s and her top was light blue silk. The soft grey leather half-boots she wore did little to cover her legs and only her long hair kept her top half warm as it swirled around her in the wind. The night was lonely, but the moon was absolutely beautiful and she could not help but stare longingly at it as she walked along. She was so intent on the sky that when a bunch of teenagers ran past her, she was almost knocked over. "What a babe!" one guy said as he glanced over his shoulder to see who they had barreled past, the other guys looked back but then they grabbed the first guy and they continued on. "Yeah, she is! But we’ve gotta get to the ‘Bronze’ before the band starts!" their voices faded away as they ran and soon so did their hard footsteps. She sighed and ran a hand unconsciously through her hair, then smoothed her skirt down. She had to find a hotel or something and get some sleep before the sun came up. *************************************** The girl screamed again and Buffy gritted her teeth, silently willing the girl to shut up. Her eyes clashed with the vampire’s yellow one’s in a deadly struggle as each looked for an opening to attack. It would have helped, of course, if the vampire and Buffy weren’t in a sort of stalemate, each had a hand about the other’s throat. She was seriously pissed off at the male vampire for ruining her night and her glaring green eyes told him so. Her grip tightened and his did simultaneously, Buffy started to see stars and tried to get her other hand free from his. The long claws merely dug into her flesh harder and she gasped involuntarily. She kicked at him and he grunted with pain as it connected with his ribs. He snarled and bared his fangs as a wicked smile covered his face and he lifted her slightly from the ground. Buffy choked and saw the girl crawling rapidly away, only to run into the legs of another vampire, who was amused to see the slayer in such a weakened position and had forfeited dinner to watch the entertainment. "Going somewhere my Dear?" the second vampire purred. Grabbing the girl by the hair and holding her up by it. She screamed in pain and struggled futilely, eventually fainting. "I...really...wish..." Buffy panted as she kicked again at the vampire holding her up. Her neck muscles threatened to give way and she bit her lips as darkness entered the edges of her vision. "...they would LEARN..." She gave an especially hard kick to his solar plexus and the vampire was the one to gasp with pain this time, his grip loosening enough for Buffy to struggle free. She fell back to the ground and her eyes narrowed dangerously as she rubbed at the skin of her bruised neck. Buffy leapt to her feet and grabbed the stake she had dropped when he grabbed her. She roundhouse kicked his face and he spun backwards. "...Not to..." Another kick to his face and a few rapid punches, then she thrust the stake through his heart. He turned to dust in seconds and she spun at the ready. The second vampire looked a lot less amused as she raised the stake and leapt at him. He flew back and she staked him before he could get back on his feet. Buffy returned the stake to the back of her mini-skirt and leaned down to check the unconscious girl. "...piss a Slayer off, especially when she has a hot date!" Buffy finished triumphantly. The girl started to come around and Buffy helped her to her feet, explaining that they had been attacked by gang members. She seemed to accept it and took off without a word, too terrified to even thank Buffy for apparently ‘running off’ the ‘gang members’. "Geez, so much for gratitude, but that’s two less blood suckers." Buffy muttered as she straightened her dress and walked back out of the alley she had been passing before she heard the girl’s scream. "You’d think girls these days would have more sense than to go into a dark alley with a strange guy!" Buffy threw up her hands in disgust and continued on to the ‘Bronze’ and her date with Dwayne. She didn’t usually go for the football type, but he was nice and she was hoping to make Angel jealous, if nothing else. It was a month since she last talked to him. Though she constantly felt his eyes on her wherever she went, he never appeared and she had given up trying to speak to him. It just wasn’t meant to be, a vampire and a Slayer and he WAS 241 years old. Way to old for her, she convinced herself, she was only 16 after all. Dwayne was waiting upstairs and Buffy was pleasantly surprised to see a warmth enter his eyes when he saw her. He got to his feet and gave her a hug, not even mentioning the fact she was 20 minutes late for a date. "What a guy" she muttered dryly, not so sure if she should take his disinterest in her lateness as a compliment. "Well, well, so Buffy finally decided to turn up. Are you sure you want someone as...absent-minded as her as a girlfriend Dwayne? And that hair, you could have at least done your hair Buffy." Cordelia’s sarcastic voice clearly heard even over the loud music and Buffy’s hands flew to her hair in defense, finding that most of it had fallen from her ponytail in the struggle with the vampire. "You fight the un-dead each night and see how YOUR hair looks." Buffy muttered darkly under her breath, glaring as she rapidly fixed her hair and Cordelia watched with a snobby expression on her face. Dwayne but an arm around Buffy’s shoulders and smiled down at her softly, touching a blonde curl as it lay against her check. "I love your hair, messy or not." Dwayne told her and she smiled back, her eyes sparkling as he leaned in to give her a kiss. Buffy heard Cordelia snort un-lady-like, but they both ignored her. She leaned back and her eyes caught a slight movement in the corner of the room. "The world is coming to an end! Buffy is hanging with the same group as I am!" Cordelia glared accusingly upward for a moment as if waiting for some hint that it was all just a big mistake. Buffy didn’t hear her and Cordelia left, unnoticed, a second later, muttering about losers. A shiver went through Buffy and she knew only one guy could get that reaction out of her without her even seeing him. Angel. And even from the other side of the room she could feel his anger. He was jealous and a smile touched her lips before she could stop it. He was watching her but even her sharp eyes could only pick up the faintest outline of his form as he stood in the shadows. Buffy lifted her chin and deliberately turned her back on him. She looked at her date instead and contemplated his cute features. He was as light as Angel was dark, short hair as blonde as Buffy’s own and light blue eyes. He was good-looking, but not as good-looking as Angel, Buffy thought dreamily. She shook her head abruptly and focused on Dwayne as he asked her if she wanted a drink. She nodded and he got up from the table. Her eyes followed him and she looked at his muscled body absently, more muscle than she usually liked, but that was football players for you. It made her wonder if she was really serious about dating. She took her feelings out and examined them, ignoring the music and conversation of all Dwayne’s friends as they talked and laughed around her. Her feeling for Dwayne were, friendship only, as much as she wanted to feel more, there was only one person who could make her heart race. Buffy looked over her shoulder and towards the shadows but her senses told her that Angel was gone. She turned back with a sigh and gasped as she saw Angel sitting across the table from her. Staring with burning eyes.... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: KylenRevik Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Dark Thoughts" (1/1) Date: 01 May 1998 14:28:52 EDT This short little thing takes place just after "What's My Line, part 2" (Kendra ep), which I just saw last night thanks to my friend lending me some tapes. I haven't seen/heard what goes on just after that, though, as far as anything after Dru walking him out. So if this is in direct contrast (and I have done that once or twice, by mistake) and anyone cares to let me know, I'd appreciate it. OTOH, if this would mesh in just fine, then let me know that too and I'll do the happy dance around my room. :) So-- Spoilers: Not really. Up to "What's My Line, Part 2", I guess. Comments: Yea! And intensive ones, honest ones, etc. COnstructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome! Notes: Takes place back @ Spike and Dru's place after the end of the ep. A little profanity. Dru being _Dru_. ::rolls her eyes:: On with the show! ~ "Dark Thoughts" By Rachel Brody "Kitten," Spike moaned softly. Dru smiled a little, touching her protector's cheek lightly. "Yes, love?" she asked. She marvled at how much stronger her voice was, how she could think, see slightly clearer. Of course, it was all still a tremendous muddle, but she felt so much better-- so much _clearer_. Everything was singing in her head. If only, she sighed inwardly, the same were true of her Spike. She stroked his cheek lightly, leaning in and examining the scarred flesh that she'd first noticed when she brought him back here after the Slayer knocked that big load've wood down on the two of them. Nasty, wretched Slayer. Poor Spike, she thought. He was looking at her now with that sad, hurting look've his. "Does it 'urt much?" she breathed. Spike's jaw clenched tightly, and Drusilla bit her lip. "Yea," he got out, and Dru could tell the poor sweet thing was hurting something awful. "Wish I could 'elp," she whispered. "But everythin's singin', Spike, the 'ole _world_, an' I can..." She shook her head slowly, her voice dropping to a lower volume as she leaned closer, confiding in him. "I can barely 'ear meself thinkin'," she said, her voice betraying her tickled humor. That must have been the right thing to do, though, because Spike smiled a little, "S'awright, then," he said. "Are you sure?" she asked. She hoped he wasn't lying to her, because sometimes he did that to try and protect her from things she shoudln't be thinking about her, he loved her that much, he did. He nodded and smiled weakly in response, and Dru met his smile with a grin of her own. As she moved in to plant a kiss on his lips, though, she heard a small voice from the other side of the room. *"Mummy,"* the voice came, and Dru sighed in exasperation when she heard Miss Emily's plaintive cry. *"I'm 'ungry, Mum."* Dru turned back to face the dolls. "Not _now_, lovey," she chided gently, "stop both'rin' your Mum or she'll 'ave to be cruel to you, an' you know 'ow much that 'urts 'er, don't you." She smiled at Spike as his eyelids fluttered slightly. "Shh," she said. "What?" he asked, wincing a little. "Nuthing," she said. "Miss Em'ly's just bein' a bit spoiled, is all." Then she thought a moment. She couldn't just _leave_ the poor thing to starve, could she? And Spike would probably like something to eat, as well. "Mummy's goin' to go an' get us all a nice meal," she told him. "For the dollies, an' for you, too." "Dru," Spike breathed, and Dru had the feeling that if she stayed much longer, he might not let her go out. "I'll be back rather shortly," she told him, then she pressed a finger against his lips to silence the protest she was reasonably certain would come. When she felt him sigh, she nodded and turned to take her coat from its hook by the door, leaving quickly. She knew Spike always told her she didn't need to wear the jacket, but she'd taken it from a beautiful woman in Paris on the way out of Prague, and she hated to part with it just yet. It was so beautiful. Soft, and warm, and she could curl up in it and feel all safe and nothing could hurt her. She frowned as she reached the entrance to the warehouse, peeking outside just a bit. It was dark out, and as her eyes rose upward, she let a smile push the frown out of the way. She could see the stars, now. And they were...so beautiful. * "Dru," Spike whispered, hearing her skip away, wishing there were some way he could go after her. Damn it all, if only the Slayer hadn't shoved him into that organ, if he could just _move_ without pain shooting through him like he was some sort've bloody cripple...he was the _Vampire Master_ of the _Hellmouth_, damn it all, he wasn't supposed to be sitting here helpless like some sorta mewing kitten. He sighed. But that bitch had, and he was, and now his Dru was going out on er own to devil-only-knew-where, doing who knew what, treating him like he hadn't been taking care of her most nearly completely since she'd taken him to Angelus to be _made_. Angelus, that bastard. Spike glowered, best he could, ignoring for a moment the pain from the weight of the organ falling upon him. "At little sonuvabitch," he muttered. "Thinkin' 'e could just go and turn fuckin' human on them, thinking he could go out and get himself _involved_ with a damn _Slayer_." He sighed, relaxing slightly as the rememberance faded in response to his rapidly increasing pain, as well as the ever- increasing worry he was feeling over Dru. Yea, she was healthy now, but that wouldn't do her any damn good if she went and forgot that at the end of the night the sun peeked over the horizen and if she wasn't in the dark then it just wouldn't _matter_ that she'd been restored to her full health, because she'd be blooming _dead_, and now wouldn't _that_ just make a lovely ending to her altogether unproductive life. Spike cast a desperate look toward the chair across the room, wondering if there were a possibility that he could pull himself off this bed and somehow get himself over there. At least if he did that, he could sit _up_ 'stead of lying here in agony and not being able to see a bloody thing. Clenching his jaw, Spike cast an arm out to latch it onto the bedpost, and he wrapped his fingers around it as tightly as he could. He was sure his knuckles were turning white, but he couldn't see to tell because his eyes were squeezing shut against the pain that was shooting all through him. *Damn Slayer _bitch_,* he thought angrily. She'd gone and broken his spine in two-- or maybe more-- and it was gonna take damn near forever for it to heal. Damn long time, and he'd need to do a damn lot of feeding if he wanted it to go at any kind've reasonable rate. He was shaking his head now, ignoring how much it hurt. He'd just use the pain to fuel his taste for revenge against the Slayer and her damn lap dog of a spineless coward of a vampire. That bitch'd pay, he vowed silently. There was no doubt of that in Spike's mind. She was fucking dead, the moment he got his hands on her. Damn the perky little thing straight to hell. He was seeing red now, his fear for Dru's safety almost forgotten. Almost, until he realized that fact, at which point all his concerns came rushing out've nowhere. Now he was sitting on the edge've the bed, his legs dangling uselessly over it, and he was mostly supported by his hands, which were still gripping the posts of Dru's canopy bed. With a sigh, Spike let himself go, falling back into the matress and blankets with a sharp, pained _thud_. He grimaced as he hit, but refrained from crying out in case anybody mighta been near enough to hear. He wasn't about to go and make himself damned vulnerable to every frigging idiot around who might think killing him was a good way to earn a name for himself. Folding his hands over his chest, Spike wondered if the Slayer'd find herself in this much pain after he got his hands on her. If he took her in his hands and just about snapped her in two. His lips curled back in a predatory smile. He'd make her pay, that Slayer, just as soon as he could have time to heal. That, and soon as Dru came home. Spike glanced at his clock. He could give her about three more hours, he supposed, to get back here. But if she wasn't back by then, he'd have to call one of the peons pretending to be a vampire to go out looking for her. He chuckled slightly. He'd pick a peon he didn't like too much, he decided. Just in case Dru wasn't in the mood to come home. THE END ~ Comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please. Rachel ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Mark Jones Subject: BUFFYFIC: When (6/?) HELP NEEDED!!! Date: 01 May 1998 22:33:13 +0100 AUTHOR: Rachel Jones DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Buffy characters etc. they belong to Joss Weldon etc. PLEASE HELP! Ok, here's the thing, I have no idea at all on how to end this, the original story was not meant to be anything like this one, I just hope that you like it, I'm not too sure if I do, so it would be a great help it you would tell me what you think!! Thanks! Rach@altitudeprods.demon.co.uk In issue #153, there was a message saying 'Everton are rubbish...' and basically it had NOTHING to do with Buffy, here is what happened. I think my brother was sending the message to his friend who supports Everton, and he must have used the address book thing and clicked on the Buffyfic address by mistake, so I am VERY sorry about that! She just lay there waiting and concentration, Angel had to come soon Buffy hoped. To her amazement, at that exact moment Angel ran through the cemetery gates and towards Buffy, he then saw all of the other vampires and a chill ran down his spine, he didnt know what to do, he needed to talk to Buffy privately about her friends, he needed to give them some distraction. His mind was racing, until he knew what to do, these vampires would be hungry, he had to pretend to be one of them, just enough so that they would believe him, but Buffy would know that it was really Angel and not the evil vampire Angelus. He did the only thing that he felt he could do that would distract the vampires. He simply yelled Food, go and get it!!!! The other vampires looked at Buffy for a few seconds and then at Angel, they were stuck, but felt that if they went Angelus would watch over Buffy, little did they know ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jaclyn Amy Subject: BUFFYFIC: Angel's Memories (0/?) Date: 02 May 1998 08:10:00 EDT Angel’s Memories Prologue (0/?) by Jaclyn Amy TITLE: Angel’s Memories AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com RATING: PG/PG-13 SUMMARY: This is pretty much the story of Angel’s life before and as a vampire. Buffy finds Angel’s diary and decides to read it. If you notice any info that contradicts what the show has already said, please notify me. DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first. DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. No infringement intended. FEEDBACK: Please be nice; I’m still a newbie. Buffy started going through the possesions in Angel’s appartment. It was daytime, and he wasn’t there now, so she was safe. There, she looked for anything of Angel’s. //I owe it to him// she thought //to make sure that Angelus doesn’t have the benifit of Angel’s things.// The first thing she checked was his dresser. Inside she found mostly clothing. A red velvet box caught her eye. She opened it, unsure of what she was going to find. His cross. She put his cross around her neck. The Claddagh ring. Tears started to sting her eyes. She closed her eyes and remembered the night she gave him the ring. "I love you." The three words that would change her life forever. //I love you too.// She slid the ring on her finger. She dug throught books and boxes. Most of them had to do with demonology and Slayers. One of them, though, stood out from all the rest. It didn’t have a title or an author on the cover. It had a beautiful red leather cover and delicate pages. //What’s this?// she thought to herself. She opened the book up to the first page. It was dated April 23, 1776. The handwriting was his. //This is his diary// she thought. //Maybe now I’ll find out about his past.// She browsed through it recognizing a name or event here and there. But for the most part, it was new to her. //This could be the key to bringing Angel back. Maybe he wrote the ceremony in here.// The sun had started to set, so she grabbed her coat, the diary, the cross, the ring, and a few more personal items she had found. As fast as she could, she rushed home to read the diary. The last thing she need was to see a vamp on her way home. She quietly climbed up the side of her house. Little did she know, her mother was inside. "Buffy, where were you?" Mrs. Summers asked her daughter. "I was just with Xander and Willow. We were, uh, um- " "Forget it. I probably don’t want to hear it. I thought you were going to stay home and study for your English test on Monday." "I was, but, I uh…" Her mother sighed. "Until you learn some responsibility, you’re grounded. The rest of the evening and all of tomarrow I expect you to be in your room studying or reading. No TV or phone calls to Willow or Xander, okay?" "But, Mom," Buffy feigned being upset, "whatever will I do?" "You’ll think of something." She left the room. Buffy grabbed the diary and opened it. //This should be interesting…// End Prologue ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jaclyn Amy Subject: BUFFYFIC:Angel's Memories(1/?) Date: 02 May 1998 08:11:15 EDT Angel’s Memories (1/?) "Darla" by Jaclyn Amy TITLE: Angel’s Memories AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com RATING: PG/PG-13 SUMMARY: This is pretty much the story of Angel’s life before and as a vampire. Buffy finds Angel’s diary and decides to read it. If you notice any info that contradicts what the show has already said, please notify me. DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first. DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. No infringement intended. FEEDBACK: Please be nice; I’m still a newbie. PROOFREADERS: Thanks for your time and effort proofing this. I really appreciate it. She silently started to read the diary. A look of fear struck her face. "Darla," Buffy whispered aloud. Suddenly, everything changed. She was no longer in Sunnydale, but in an old, gorgeous church. She was seeing everything. Unable to speak, unable to move, unable to think. It was like a movie that couldn’t be stopped. She was in Angel’s mind. *** "Help!" a voice shrieked from outside the church. "Help, someone, please!" I ran quickly towards the scream. In front of me stood a beautiful woman with blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Her features, stiff in fright, were tear stained. Her clothing tattered, she sat in the dirt crying. "Are you alright, Miss?" "Please help me, kind sir. I was traveling across the grassy knoll in front of the church when a demon of some sort attacked me. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. Thus, I screamed. As soon as you appeared, he left. Thank you," she said. "Here, let me help you," I said. I lifted her in my arms and carried her inside. She seemed odd in some way, as if she had some sort of secret she was hiding but longed to tell me. "Are you sure you are alright?" "Yes, I am fine. Sir, what is your name?" "I am Father Angel, or soon to be. I am studdying with Father Lawrence to become a priest. What do they call you?" "I am Darla." "Darla," I spoke, "that’s a lovely name." "Thank you." Suddenly, my emotions went wild. I felt a feeling not even I described. I just wanted to hold her and never let her go. To kiss her and forget my vow of chastity. As I leaned forward, Sister Mary appeared. She cried out "Angel, what is here?" "Darla," I said. "She was attacked by demons and needs our aid." "Oh, poor dear. She will stay with us for a few nights. Come, girl, let’s away. I will bring you to the convent where you shall have a bed to sleep in and warm food to eat." She aided Darla away. *** I did not see her again until the next evening. The rain had been pouring terribly, and the thunder was fierce. I had been sitting in my cell, reading the bible when I heard a scream. "Angel!" I ran outside to see Darla, soaked to the bone, calling my name. "What is it?" "I saw a vampire. He tried to feed on me, but I put a stake through his heart." She seemed all shooken up. "I could’ve died tonight." "I would never let that happen. Come. You can spend the night in my room." "Thank you." She came in, soaking a freezing. "You’re shaking like a leaf. Here," I said, handing her a pair of clean clothing. "Put this on." "Thanks…for everything. If it wasn’t for you I would be-" I kissed her. "Shh. Don’t talk. What’s done is done." She kissed me back. I pulled her down onto the bed. "Angel," she whispered, "this isn’t right. You’re a priest; I’m a young girl. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong." "I’m a strong believer that sometimes its right to do the wrong thing." I held her in my arms that night as she slept. She was so peaceful, so innocent. Her hair clung to the side of her face as she sweated. I finally fell asleep around 3:00 that morning. When I awoke, though, she was gone. I noticed a note on the table. DEAREST ANGEL, I’m sorry I left so early this morning. I will see you again. At 10:00 this morning, meet me at the alter. YOUR BELOVED, DARLA It was almost 10:00, so I rushed to get dressed and bathe. When I got to the alter, though, she wasn’t there. I waited almost a half hour before she arived. She was careful to stay in the shadows. "Darla, come into the light." "I can’t." She walked farther towards me. "Come to me, Angel." I followed as she said. As I finally reached her, I noticed the strangeness of her face. "What has happened to you?" "It is amazing," she whispered. "I’ll show you." She bit into my neck. The blood slowly drained out of me. I felt warm blood run down my throat, choaking me. Then, everything went cold. End Part 1 (Darla) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jaclyn Amy Subject: BUFFYFIC:Angel's Memories(2/?) Date: 02 May 1998 08:12:13 EDT Angel’s Memories (2/?) "Angelus" by Jaclyn Amy TITLE: Angel’s Memories AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com RATING: PG/PG-13 SUMMARY: This is pretty much the story of Angel’s life before and as a vampire. Buffy finds Angel’s diary and decides to read it. If you notice any info that contradicts what the show has already said, please notify me. DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first. DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. No infringement intended. FEEDBACK: Please be nice; I’m still a newbie. PROOFREADERS: Thanks for your time and effort proofing this. I really appreciate it. I awoke the next evening in the church, in my church. I was dazed at first, but soon got my bearings. The coffin was dark but comfortable. I pushed my way out to see the church lit with beautiful white candles. Darla was wearing a beautiful dress and gorgeous jewelry. She came over to me, and before I could say a word, kissed me and smiled. I kissed her back, harder and more passionately. Finally, I pulled away, startled. "What happened?" "Do you not remember, Angel? I am a vampire. And now you are too." A wicked smile crossed her face. She took his hand and moved it to his face. "See? Come, now. You’re probably starving." We went outside and fed on a young couple before leaving. Darla had a place about a half mile from here. On our way, we fed on every mortal we past. That’s when Darla taught me how to change a human into a vampire. "First," she said, holding her victim, "is feed off their blood." She demonstrated. "Next, you bite into one of your vanes, such as your wrist." Blood poured from the spot. "Last, you pour it into their neck wound. In about a day or so, they should revive and start their first hunt. Go, on. Try it." I took the man I had in my grip and fed. Next, I bit my wrist. It was unusually painful. I thought you couldn’t feel pain as a vampire. I pushed my wrist against his neck and waited. Darla told me when took my hand when it was time to let go and licked some blood. From out of nowhere, a young girl showed up and fought with a nearby vampire. "She’s a Slayer," Darla explained. "Her destiny is to kill our kind. She has incredible strength; more than any human. Do not let her touch your heart with a stake, or you will die for good. Watch as I kill her." The Slayer easily staked her enemy and saw us. As she approached us, Darla spoke. "Hello, Maria. I’ve been waiting quite a while for this." The color drained out of her face. "You are…are…are" "That’s right. It’s Darla." The Slayer was frozen in fear as Darla advanced toward her. Suddenly, she kicked Darla in the face. But she was unfased. She returned that kick for a harder, stronger one to her stomach. The Slayer tried to punch her, but she blocked the punch and hit her in the stomach. She then through her against a wall. "Feed on her, Angel. She will give you strength." I did just that. Her blood tasted so sweet. "We must be going now, for the sun will be up soon." "So?" "A vampire is burnt to a crisp in the sun. It is increddibly painful. While, we’re on this subject, crosses, garlic, holy water: they won’t kill you, but they will burn your skin. Don’t let them touch you, love." *** The next night, we returned to the church to feed. We walked outside for a while. There we found the youngest and the oldest nuns, Mary and Catherine. //So pure, so chaste// I thought. Before I knew it, Darla was already feeding on Catherine. I grabbed Mary and flung her against a tree. "Angel!" she cried. "Please, no!" "It’s Angelus now." I ripped her clothes off of her weakened body and raped her before I killed her and made her one of us. "Angelus," Darla said, "I like it." End Part 2 (Angelus) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jaclyn Amy Subject: BUFFYFIC:Angel's Memories(3/?) Date: 02 May 1998 08:13:09 EDT Angel’s Memories (3/?) "Edith and Billy" by Jaclyn Amy TITLE: Angel’s Memories AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: This is pretty much the story of Angel’s life before and as a vampire. Buffy finds Angel’s diary and decides to read it. If you notice any info that contradicts what the show has already said, please notify me. DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first. DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. Nor do I own Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespere. No infringement intended. FEEDBACK: Please be nice; I’m still a newbie. PROOFREADERS: Thanks for your time and effort proofing this. I really appreciate it. For the next century, I traveled around Europe, killing and eating, murdering and torturing, making new vampires. Darla had gone her own way to Japan at the turn of the century, so I was alone. I had killed a Slayer in Germany, two in France, and one in Sweden. I was bored of just killing, and wanted to cause pain. Not to someone who was strong and could fight back, but to someone who was innocent and vulnerable. I was now aboard the Heaven, a ship taking me for England. I’d heard of a young noblewoman, Edith, whom was young and beautiful. She supposedly came from a filthily wealthy family. About twenty, she was an old maid looking for a suitor. That’s where I would come in. I brought with me a painting of her. She was fair, with curly black hair and dark eyes. Her beauty made me wonder why she had not been wed. It took me two nights to reach her town. Even there, it took me many hours before I could find her. One evening, I found her in her garden, planting flowers. I spoke, "Hello, ma’am." "Hello, sir," she spoke. "Would you like a daisy?" "No, thank you. My name is Angelus. Call me Angel." "I’m Edith, Edith Rosaline Buckler." "That’s a beautiful name." "Thank you. What brings you here?" I got all choked up. She appoligized, "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked." "No, it alright. My whole family was murdered. I was unable to stop the killing, but managed to get away. I have no home, no family, no friends." "Oh, you poor dear! You shall stay at my home while you are here." "I don’t want to impose." "No, it’s no trouble at all." "Just go in through the front door. Tell them that you are here to seak my marriage. They shall give you a room and a meal. I shall explain to you later." She suddenly seemed in a hurry for me to go. I went towards the door, but hid in the bushes. A man came into the garden. He had short blond hair and warm, inviting eyes. "Edith," he spoke. She looked stunned. "What are you doing here? This place is death filled, considering who you are. Father told me that I am forbidden to see you again. And if I do, God knows what will happen." "I’d rather die tonight with you than live a thousand years without your love. Therefore," he cried in vain, "nothing shall keep me from this place." She pulled him away from the window’s sight. "If they see you, they will murder you. Please, be gone. I would not for the world wish that you are seen." "But I love you." He kissed her lips. "I must go. We cannot take this any farther. Not here, not now." "’Oh wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?’" he quoted Shakespere. "What satisfaction do you wish for tonight?" "Marry me." He dropped on one knee. "Vow to be my wife." He slipped a ring on her finger. "Do you fancy it, pet?" "Billy!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Her arms wapped around his neck. "I’ve waited so long to here those words." I moved and Edith heard the noise. "I here a noise. I must leave before they find us together. Good night." She ran off into the house. "Good night, love. Goodnight. I shall see you again tomarrow." *** "Who was that?" Edith was in her room brushing her hair that evening. "Who was who?" "That man I saw you with in the garden." "I was with no man in the garden. What in heaven’s name gave you that idea?" "Edith, don’t lie to me. I saw you with him." "Shhh. If my mummy ever found out…" "So, who is this man?" "Billy. He is my fiance. We plan to be wed tomarrow evening." //This doesn’t give me much time.// "Congratulations. You’re parents must be very happy." "Shhh. You can’t tell Mummy and Daddy. They forbid me to see him since he is poor." She grabbed a comb and started brushing a doll’s hair. "Has Miss Drusilla been a good girl?" Edith’s parents came into the room. "Edith, who is this man?" Mrs. Buckler asked. "Angel, uh,…Angel. He has come to wed me." "So," said Mr. Buckler, "you fancy our little Edith here." "Very much, sir. I only hope she feels the same way." "Well, Edith," Mrs. Buckler said, "go to sleep. We have big plans to make." "Good night, Mummy, Daddy. Good night, Angel." *** I stayed in my room until the rest of the house was asleep. I crept out into the streets, then. Luckily, Billy was outside, wandering the streets. "Billy," I said. He turned around. "How do you know my name?" "I’m a friend of Edith’s." "Oh. Why’re you here, mate?" "I’ve got a message for you." "What is it?" I sank my teeth into his neck. End Part 3 (Edith and Billy) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Aurelia Destiny" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Cloaked in Darkness: chapter 2/? Date: 02 May 1998 05:25:58 PDT TITLE: Cloaked In Darkness AUTHOR: Princess Destiny (princessdestiny@hotmail.com) SUMMARY: Things are not exactly what they seem when Giles finds an ancient diary, with news of the death of the Slayer. A new girl comes to Sunnydale and things start to go crazy, Angel is jealous because Buffy has a boyfriend and The Master gets a nasty surprise... It is naturally a Buffy/Angel Romance story, cause I'm a hopeless romantic! Although it starts off a bit rocky, but I assure you they will end up together in this one! RATING: PG. TIME PERIOD: Hmm, well since we have only seen up till 'Prophesy Girl' here in AustraliaBut I HAVE read the scripts for the rest of them...Okay, say just after the 'Angel' episode and we'll leave it at that! THANK-YOUS: FEEDBACK: PLEASE! I love to hear from people! DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first, I'll say yes anyway, but I want to know where it is going. DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel and the others are the property of Joss Whedon. Gabriella and any others I add later on are Mine, Mine, Mine! This is my first try at a Buffy fic so don't be too harsh, comments and suggestions or even praise for my lovely story are very welcome! ************************ CLOAKED IN DARKNESS ************************ Chapter 2: Loosing The Slayer "Angel! What are you doing here?" Buffy demanded, looking for Dwayne with anxious eyes, if he came back and found Angel with her... "I come here every night, you know that" Angel said, his voice low, almost accusing. Buffy snorted, much as Cordelia had earlier. Angel was in no mood for games however and his eyes told her that, they seemed to burn a hole into her with their angered intensity. "Well you can go sit somewhere else, I’m with Dwayne" she told him and turned away with feigned disinterest, a low growl came from Angel and she pretended not to hear it. "Who is he? Does he know about you?" Angel demanded and Buffy turned back with a sweet smile, leaning in slightly towards him over the table. "Maybe" she taunted. Angel clenched his fists, visibly fighting for control and Buffy felt a thrill of fear and excitement at causing such a strong reaction. Angel pretended to be indifferent, but it was obvious to her that he was anything but...and the danger she sensed from Angel made her reckless. "He’s my boyfriend if you must know, so go away, he’ll be back any moment!" Buffy said with a sugary tone. Angel leaned forward also, seeming about to deliver some scathing retort but then he got to his feet and towered over her. "It won’t last." he said with a slight smile. They both watched as Buffy’s fingernails scraped strips of wood out of the surface of the table. She realized what she had done and turned away abruptly, furious that he had gotten to her so easily. Something thumped onto the table and she spun to face Angel angrily only to see that it was Dwayne back with the drinks. He saw her face and held up his hands mock-frightened. Buffy flushed and toyed with the straw in her coke. "What’s got you so angry, did I do something?" he joked and Buffy forced a smile to her face, though her eyes remained furious. "No, not you. Just..." she was interrupted as Cordelia stormed over to their table, her eyes annoyed. "Buffy, what did you say to Angel about me? I tried to talk to him and he just brushed right past me. ME!" she ranted at Buffy. The blonde sighed, Dwayne looking slightly confused until Cordelia left. "Who’s Angel?" he wanted to know. Buffy twisted the straw almost viciously, her thoughts again on the vampire who infuriated her as much as he made her heart leap with excitement at his presence. "No one. Just someone we both know, just...an acquaintance." Buffy said with a bright smile and took a sip of her drink while Dwayne talked about his last football game. Angel watched from the shadows again, baring his sharp teeth in fury. He was so angered that he had gone vampire. His eyes burned into Buffy’s back, her words echoing tauntingly in his mind. ‘No one’. His hands clenched, the nails biting sharply into his hands until blood was almost drawn. ‘Just someone we both know, just...an acquaintance’. He felt like breaking things, and even worse he felt like hurting the blonde guy Buffy was with. Sinking his fangs in and...he shook his head abruptly and his human face came back as he forced himself to relax. Buffy had made him this angry and Angel admitted he WAS jealous, she had a boyfriend now and wanted Angel out of her life. Well that was what she would get, he thought as he made his way unnoticed past her table and down the stairs to where he could see Xander and Willow talking and laughing together. They looked up and Willow smiled in welcome, though the look on Xanders face couldn’t possibly have been less inviting. "Hi Angel." She saw his face and the smile faded as he stood there and looked at them broodingly, something unreadable in his dark eyes. "Oh, you saw Buffy huh?" Willow said sadly, knowingly. Xander’s grin was tight, torn between relief that Buffy and Angel were no longer friends, and depression at the fact that she was now upstairs with another guy. "Yes" Angel said shortly, forcing a smile to his face and holding out a hand to Willow. "Care to dance?" he asked her, she smiled and put her hand in his. Willow ignored the daggered look her friend was giving her, sick of his comments about ‘dead boy’ as he called Angel regularly now. "Sure, nothing’s happening around here." she said innocently and was happily swept off by the gorgeous vampire, fervently hoping that Xander would be jealous. "In an alternate universe" she muttered as she put her arms around Angel and wondered if Buffy would be angry if she saw Willow dancing with the dark-haired vampire, especially to such a slow song. "So Angel..." Willow trailed off as she leaned back to look at his face and saw he was staring up at where Buffy and Dwayne could be seen. "You know, when you ask a girl to dance, it’s traditional to pay attention to her...maybe some light conversation?" Willow suggested lightly. Angel looked down at her, taking his eyes from Buffy for a moment. A rueful expression crossed his face and Willow suddenly wondered if it had been such a good idea to have a hunk like Angel giving her his full attention. He was so gorgeous, Willow found herself gaping like a fool at his face and looked down quickly. "You’re right, Willow." Angel’s voice came near her ear and she almost shivered, glancing up in shock, wondering vaguely if he could read minds. "I should be paying you more attention." he continued with a slight smile and Willow breathed easier, it had freaked her to think he knew she thought he was good-looking. Oh, Buffy, I could steal him away from you Willow told herself and almost stumbled to a halt at the un-Willow-like thoughts. "Willow?" Angel asked her and realized he had said something. She smiled brightly and met his dark eyes. "Yes?" she almost squeaked but he didn’t seem to notice, his eyes were again on Buffy and Dwayne, who were dancing slowly upstairs. "Do you think she’s serious about him?" Angel said almost under his breath and Willow felt suddenly protective of him, she smiled widely and flapped a hand nonchalantly. "Nah, it’s a faze" she assured him. Angel looked broodingly at the couple till the song ended, then he took her back to her seat and Xander. Willow was pleased to see that Xander was frowning like a thunderclap and her heart leapt. Angel sat down beside her and stared into space, his eyes dark and thoughtful. "What’s up vamp-man, can’t take the competition?" Xander asked laughingly and Angel’s eyes darkened even more as he swiftly glanced at Xander. Xander immediately realized his mistake and held up his hands as if to keep off the angry vampire. "Okay, sorry sorry. Bad joke" Xander muttered, turning away. Willow looked at him disapprovingly and Xander met her eyes almost guiltily. Willow turned back to apologize for Xander but saw the seat next to her was empty. A quick look around the room revealed nothing and she wondered where he had gone to in such a hurry. "Dead boy sure moves fast, I’ll give him that" Xander said happily and Willow sighed. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris Winslow" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fear No Evil (1/4) Date: 02 May 1998 07:28:49 PDT Fear No Evil (1/4) by Chris Winslow TITLE: Fear No Evil AUTHOR: blueeaglex@hotmail.com RATING: This section is PG, but later sections will be PG-13 for sure! SUMMARY: Well, what's so fun about reading a complete summary before actually reading the piece? FYI, though, the complete story includes all the main characters from the show, although this section just has Buffy, Xander, and Buffy’s mom. DISTRIBUTION: Sure, send it where ever you want! (You might want to wait until tomorrow when I send out the other 80% of the story, though.) DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but then, you already knew that, didn't you? They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. FEEDBACK: Sure, go for it. Send it to me and not to the whole list, if you could. As the clock inside Buffy’s home struck midnight, Buffy opened the door, ready to come in and go to sleep after a full night of staking vampires. Xander was behind her, politely walking Buffy home, and also more than a little hopeful that he could get a snack out of her fridge. "So what do we have here?" Xander said aloud, as he opened the refrigerator and peered in. Shaking his head in disgust, he said, "Your mom’s not one for junk food, is she? No Twinkies, no Snickers, no…" "’No toothaches, no fatty foods’, is how she would put it," Buffy butted in. Ready to go to sleep, she looked at Xander impatiently and hoped he would get the message. Unfortunately for her, Xander’s attention was focused squarely on the food (or lack of food) in the fridge. Having found a package of M&Ms in the back, he closed the fridge and opened the package, popping candies in his mouth by the handful. "Hey!" Buffy exclaimed. "Those are mine!" "I’ll share!" Xander said defensively. He dropped one M&M on the counter. "One for you…" Then he dropped three M&Ms in a pile next to that one. "And three for me." "I thought the concept of sharing MY M&Ms would include equal piles," Buffy commented. "Silly me." As Buffy put her hand on the M&Ms that had been designated for her, Xander put his hand over top of hers. "You can’t have the green M&Ms," he said quickly. "They’re supposed to be aphrodisiacs….I keep a jar of them next to my bed, and one day I hope to feed them to a woman of my choice, then bring her back to the couch where we can…" "Stop before you say too much," Buffy interrupted. "Seduction by candy—now that’s a new one." Before Xander could say something witty, his hand touched the counter, and a previously unseen piece of paper slipped off and to the floor. He bent down and picked it up. As Buffy finished off her own M&Ms and then ate some of Xander’s, he read the note, his eyebrows rising. "Uh, Buff?" he said. "I think you’d better read this." He passed it over to her and she read it aloud. "’Dear Buffy’"," she read aloud. "’Don’t wait up for me tonight….I may be out all night, as I have decided to jump off Danes Bridge. I’ll see you tomorrow, Joyce.’" "Your mom’s a little old to be jumping off bridges, don’cha think?" Xander said. "There’s something wrong with this," Buffy said, already walking towards the front door again. "Come on, we need to get down to the bridge." "Jealous of her fun?" Xander added, as he followed her out the door. Buffy shook her head, a grim look on her face. "Worried is more like it. The last three people who jumped off Danes Bridge were attempting suicide…and they all succeeded." Xander choked on his last M&M as he heard this, and both of them began to walk a bit faster, Buffy peered in the direction of the bridge. Inexplicably, a fog had formed that was keeping her and Xander from seeing all the way to the bridge. "Mom!" Buffy called out, hoping her mother could hear her. "Mom, are you there?" "Buffy, is that you?" Joyce called back. The wind whipped through Buffy’s hair as she raced towards her mother. She stopped and glanced back at Xander, who was trailing far behind, huffing and puffing. "Will you hurry?" she called back. "Must….eat…less….M&Ms," he gasped, finally reaching up with her. The two continued to run towards the bridge, and Buffy tried calling out again. "Mom what are you doing?" "Oh, you know, the usual, honey," Joyce yelled back, her voice calm. Buffy and Xander reached the bridge, and now they could see that Buffy’s mother was perched on the edge of the bridge, looking down into the water below. "I’m thinking about jumping off," she continued, in a smaller voice. "Don’t be crazy, Mom," Buffy argued, standing feet away from her mother. "The last people who jumped off this bridge are dead." "They just didn’t know how to do it properly," Joyce continued. Xander scratched his head in puzzlement, and whispered in Buffy’s ear. "This isn’t like your mother at all. She’s the gullible, slightly ditzy type, not the risk-taking, bridge-jumping type at all." Buffy nodded. "Somehow I don’t think she’s doing this because of a midlife crisis," she said. "I’m going out after her." And before Xander could warn her to be careful, Buffy jumped onto the edge of the bridge, then dangled herself on to the other side. "You’ve decided to join me?" Joyce said, with a slight smile. Her eyes had a vacant, glossy look, as though she had been drugged…or possessed. "I think a mother-daughter jump in the water would be nice, don’t you?" "What I think is that we should go back over to the other side," Buffy said, placing her hand on her mother’s wrist. "Now, come with me, and everything is going to be…" "No!" Joyce exclaimed, pulling away from her daughter with a strong tug. Buffy was amazed at her mother’s strength, and nearly lost her balance on the bridge. Her mother, in the meantime, suddenly blinked, her eyes returning to their normal state. "Buffy?" she asked, puzzled. "What am I doing here? And where exactly is ‘here’?" Before Buffy could regain her composure, and answer her mother’s question—something she wasn’t sure she could do—a huge gale whipped by, catching Joyce off guard. She screamed out something unintelligible, as her feet fell from the edge of the bridge, and she tumbled down into the water. "Mom!" Buffy screamed. Before she could even react, Joyce vanished into the fog. There was a loud splash in the water, and Buffy’s heart skipped a beat. "Go call 911," Buffy said, as she turned back towards Xander. "Tell them…well, tell them whatever you want." Xander nodded wordlessly, and then ran for a phone. Buffy just remained perched on the edge, a single tear streaming down her face as she shivered in the cold. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris Winslow" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fear No Evil (1/4) Date: 02 May 1998 07:28:47 PDT Fear No Evil (1/4) by Chris Winslow TITLE: Fear No Evil AUTHOR: blueeaglex@hotmail.com RATING: This section is PG, but later sections will be PG-13 for sure! SUMMARY: Well, what's so fun about reading a complete summary before actually reading the piece? FYI, though, the complete story includes all the main characters from the show, although this section just has Buffy, Xander, and Buffy’s mom. DISTRIBUTION: Sure, send it where ever you want! (You might want to wait until tomorrow when I send out the other 80% of the story, though.) DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but then, you already knew that, didn't you? They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. FEEDBACK: Sure, go for it. Send it to me and not to the whole list, if you could. As the clock inside Buffy’s home struck midnight, Buffy opened the door, ready to come in and go to sleep after a full night of staking vampires. Xander was behind her, politely walking Buffy home, and also more than a little hopeful that he could get a snack out of her fridge. "So what do we have here?" Xander said aloud, as he opened the refrigerator and peered in. Shaking his head in disgust, he said, "Your mom’s not one for junk food, is she? No Twinkies, no Snickers, no…" "’No toothaches, no fatty foods’, is how she would put it," Buffy butted in. Ready to go to sleep, she looked at Xander impatiently and hoped he would get the message. Unfortunately for her, Xander’s attention was focused squarely on the food (or lack of food) in the fridge. Having found a package of M&Ms in the back, he closed the fridge and opened the package, popping candies in his mouth by the handful. "Hey!" Buffy exclaimed. "Those are mine!" "I’ll share!" Xander said defensively. He dropped one M&M on the counter. "One for you…" Then he dropped three M&Ms in a pile next to that one. "And three for me." "I thought the concept of sharing MY M&Ms would include equal piles," Buffy commented. "Silly me." As Buffy put her hand on the M&Ms that had been designated for her, Xander put his hand over top of hers. "You can’t have the green M&Ms," he said quickly. "They’re supposed to be aphrodisiacs….I keep a jar of them next to my bed, and one day I hope to feed them to a woman of my choice, then bring her back to the couch where we can…" "Stop before you say too much," Buffy interrupted. "Seduction by candy—now that’s a new one." Before Xander could say something witty, his hand touched the counter, and a previously unseen piece of paper slipped off and to the floor. He bent down and picked it up. As Buffy finished off her own M&Ms and then ate some of Xander’s, he read the note, his eyebrows rising. "Uh, Buff?" he said. "I think you’d better read this." He passed it over to her and she read it aloud. "’Dear Buffy’"," she read aloud. "’Don’t wait up for me tonight….I may be out all night, as I have decided to jump off Danes Bridge. I’ll see you tomorrow, Joyce.’" "Your mom’s a little old to be jumping off bridges, don’cha think?" Xander said. "There’s something wrong with this," Buffy said, already walking towards the front door again. "Come on, we need to get down to the bridge." "Jealous of her fun?" Xander added, as he followed her out the door. Buffy shook her head, a grim look on her face. "Worried is more like it. The last three people who jumped off Danes Bridge were attempting suicide…and they all succeeded." Xander choked on his last M&M as he heard this, and both of them began to walk a bit faster, Buffy peered in the direction of the bridge. Inexplicably, a fog had formed that was keeping her and Xander from seeing all the way to the bridge. "Mom!" Buffy called out, hoping her mother could hear her. "Mom, are you there?" "Buffy, is that you?" Joyce called back. The wind whipped through Buffy’s hair as she raced towards her mother. She stopped and glanced back at Xander, who was trailing far behind, huffing and puffing. "Will you hurry?" she called back. "Must….eat…less….M&Ms," he gasped, finally reaching up with her. The two continued to run towards the bridge, and Buffy tried calling out again. "Mom what are you doing?" "Oh, you know, the usual, honey," Joyce yelled back, her voice calm. Buffy and Xander reached the bridge, and now they could see that Buffy’s mother was perched on the edge of the bridge, looking down into the water below. "I’m thinking about jumping off," she continued, in a smaller voice. "Don’t be crazy, Mom," Buffy argued, standing feet away from her mother. "The last people who jumped off this bridge are dead." "They just didn’t know how to do it properly," Joyce continued. Xander scratched his head in puzzlement, and whispered in Buffy’s ear. "This isn’t like your mother at all. She’s the gullible, slightly ditzy type, not the risk-taking, bridge-jumping type at all." Buffy nodded. "Somehow I don’t think she’s doing this because of a midlife crisis," she said. "I’m going out after her." And before Xander could warn her to be careful, Buffy jumped onto the edge of the bridge, then dangled herself on to the other side. "You’ve decided to join me?" Joyce said, with a slight smile. Her eyes had a vacant, glossy look, as though she had been drugged…or possessed. "I think a mother-daughter jump in the water would be nice, don’t you?" "What I think is that we should go back over to the other side," Buffy said, placing her hand on her mother’s wrist. "Now, come with me, and everything is going to be…" "No!" Joyce exclaimed, pulling away from her daughter with a strong tug. Buffy was amazed at her mother’s strength, and nearly lost her balance on the bridge. Her mother, in the meantime, suddenly blinked, her eyes returning to their normal state. "Buffy?" she asked, puzzled. "What am I doing here? And where exactly is ‘here’?" Before Buffy could regain her composure, and answer her mother’s question—something she wasn’t sure she could do—a huge gale whipped by, catching Joyce off guard. She screamed out something unintelligible, as her feet fell from the edge of the bridge, and she tumbled down into the water. "Mom!" Buffy screamed. Before she could even react, Joyce vanished into the fog. There was a loud splash in the water, and Buffy’s heart skipped a beat. "Go call 911," Buffy said, as she turned back towards Xander. "Tell them…well, tell them whatever you want." Xander nodded wordlessly, and then ran for a phone. Buffy just remained perched on the edge, a single tear streaming down her face as she shivered in the cold. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Mark Jones" Subject: BUFFYFIC: It's Time (2/2) Date: 02 May 1998 22:31:28 +0100 Here's part 2! Rach@altitudeprods.demon.co.uk IT'S TIME They left at 8pm promptly and arrived at Xanders at 10 past, he answered the door already to tell his new joke, but his breath was taken, “Wow!” was all he could manage, he was speechless! Buffy and Willow just laughed and Buffy said “is he here yet?” “Not yet, don’t worry, he’s not late, he has another 10 minutes, and _then_ he’s late!” The house was set up, Buffy suddenly thought that she was _too_ dressed up, I mean it’s only people from school, but she pushed the thought out of her mind, and let herself only think of him. Xander took Buffy and Willow by the hand and lead them through the hallway to the back, where everyone was sitting, talking, waiting. The doorbell rang, Buffys’ heart started to race and Xander told everyone “PLACES!” Buffy heard Xander open the door, say ‘Hi’ and tell him that the girls weren ’t round yet, so they should go into the back and wait. The door to the back opened slowly, they saw Xander and then Angel behind him and everyone yelled “Surprise!!” The music was turned right up, dancing started, Willow danced with Xander, leaving Buffy with the birthday boy! “Wow! This is amazing, you _look_ amazing! I can’t believe it!” His voice was drowned out by the music and all he heard was Buffy say, “And now time for part of your present!” And with that she raised her head up to his and placed her lips gently onto his and they stood there, kissing for what seemed like an eternity. Thanks for reading!! What do you think? Please do tell me1 Rach@altitudeprods.demon.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Mark Jones" Subject: BUFFYFIC: It's Time (1/2) Date: 02 May 1998 22:29:40 +0100 Author: Rachel Jones E-mail me with ANY comments of yours, as I want to imporve!! - which I kow that I can! so please e-mail me with comments! Rach@altitudeprods.demon.co.uk IT'S TIME (1/2) The cold day was drawing to a close. Buffy was stretched right out on the sofa watching some boring old chat show. She felt like drifting off and having a quick sleep before the big night, but she daren’t, tonight was much to big and important to miss. She pulled herself up, by the looks of it taking all of the energy she had left and made Willow do the same. They staggered into the kitchen to find something to eat and drink, “See what doing nothing as relaxation does to you? Make’s you ten times more tired than before, when you were stressed!” Buffy exclaimed, with a short laugh afterwards. “Yes, but remember, we CAN’T fall asleep, we just can’t, not tonight.” Willows reply was deadly serious. “I know,” Buffy sighed, “and although I am excited, I feel too tired to go!” “Buffy! You have to go, you can’t not, what will people think, what will you do, where will you go, you will be all alone…” Willows voice seemed like it would never stop, she just kept reeling off reasons why Buffy had to go. ‘She believes ANYTHING!’ Buffy had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. Willow quickly noticed this and realised Buffy had no intention of NOT going, she was just doing it to wind her up! “Oh! _very_ funny! You’ve had your fun, now let’s go get ready!!!!” The girls had so much fun giving each other facials, doing their hair and make-up, but most importantly picking out what they were going to wear! Willow chose a simple dress, short sleeves, black with red tulips in a pretty pattern on it, she looked stunning. Buffy however could not chose so easily. Each outfit she tried on didn’t seem right for the occasion, she knew that whatever she wore would be fine but she still had trouble! In the end Willow chose a short, black, halter necked dress, which sparkled in the light, it looked amazing. Not too dressy or outgoing, just right. Thank you all for reading, you have an opinion, so please tell me! I don't mind if it is good or bad! Rach@altitudeprods.demon.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Aglx Subject: BUFFYFIC: Editors & Beta Readers --- Please? Date: 02 May 1998 18:21:44 EDT I'm working on both the sequals to my stories. Love's Revival and my new one that has yet to be sent to the list Deadly Instincts (the next in the series after Vengeance and Lost & Found). I do need editors and beta readers!!! If you can help, please let me know. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas for my stories. E-mail me back if you can help me out with editing or beta testing. (both if you can) -Michelle http://members.aol.com/aglx/main.html Author of "Vengeance," "Lost & Found," "The Dark One," "Love's Revival" and soon to come "Deadly Instincts." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Jaclyn Amy Subject: BUFFYFIC:Angel's Memories (4/?) Date: 02 May 1998 18:40:50 EDT Angel’s Memories (4/?) "Spike and Drusilla" by Jaclyn Amy TITLE: Angel’s Memories AUTHOR: Jaclyn Amy@aol.com RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: This is pretty much the story of Angel’s life before and as a vampire. Buffy finds Angel’s diary and decides to read it. If you notice any info that contradicts what the show has already said, please notify me. DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first. DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. Nor do I own Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespere. No infringement intended. FEEDBACK: Please be nice; I’m still a newbie. PROOFREADERS: Thanks for your time and effort proofing this. I really appreciate it. "Angel!" Edith cried. "Angel!" I asked, "Edith, what’s the matter?" "He’s dead," she shrieked. "He was murdered!" Tears started streaming down her face. "Shh. It’s okay. Everything will be fine." I pressed her body close to mine. She cried in my arms for a while. Then it happened: I kissed her. And for some strange reason, she kissed me back. //So pure, so chaste// I though. //Well, tonight’s going to change that.// *** Before she awoke the next morning, I had left the bed. Her family’s warm bodies just cried out to me to be fed on. So, I did. Her aunt and uncle were easy. I killed them while they were still asleep. It was her little sister, Juliette, that was hard. Just as I was about to grab her, she woke up, saw me, and screamed. I had to cover her mouth and drag her all the way out into the garden without anyone noticing us. There, I quickly twisted her neck. The sun was starting to rise, so I rushed back into the house and into the bed. When Edith awoke, she was startled to see me next to her. "Angel, what are you doing in my bed?" she asked. I gave her a confused answer, "We spent the night together. Don’t you remember?" "No, no I can’t. I thought I spent the night with Billy." "Billy is dead." Quickly, Edith stepped out of theh bed and started getting her robe on. I followed her lead. "What happened last night was, was wrong. Please understand that." "I understand." With that, she walked out of her room and gave a deafening scream. *** For days, she just sat in her room, weaping over her love and her sister. I played little mind games on her, like leaving little "messages" on her bedroom wall, such as things I heard Billy say to her. I even left her a message saying, "Was Angel good?" She started losing her mind. One evening, I roamed around the graveyard. There, I met up with Billy. He was torturing a victim with a railroad spike. "Angel," he said. "Spike." "Spike?" he asked. "Where the hell’d you find that one, mate?" "The way to torture your victims with railroad spikes. The name fits you." "How’s my Edith?" "Oh, she was great." "What?" "Never mind. She’s upset about your death." "Then I guess I’ll have to pay her a visit." *** Edith walked outside in a long white dress. In her garden, she started rubbing her hands in the dirt. Miss Drusilla was sitting next to her. I came along, Spike behind me. "Angel," she smiled. "Do you like daisies? Hmm? I plant them, but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies." I walked over to her, but she barely noticed me. "Guess what I found today. Mummy and Daddy were lying on my bed, dead." "Edith, I-" "Shh. No more words. Come ‘ere, Spike." She seemed to know his name without ever hearing it. "I’ve missed you." She rubbed her hand against his neck. "Edith?" Spike asked. "It’s Drusilla now." Spike leaned down to bite into her neck, but I pushed him away. "She’s mine." "Angel, what’s going on?" she asked, confused. "Well, Dru," I shoved her against a wall, "it’s all pretty simple." She let out a moan. "You, you killed ‘em. You killed ‘em all. And now you’re going to kill me." I kissed her lips before changing her into a vampire. "Nighty night, Dru." End Part 4 (Spike and Drusilla) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.) Subject: BUFFYFIC: My Moria (5/?) Date: 02 May 1998 17:42:43 -0700 TITLE: My Moria (5/?) AUTHOR: Taygeta E-MAIL: taygeta@juno.com RATING: PG DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first. FEEDBACK: Please??? SPOILER: Not really DISCLAIMER:The characters portrayed in this story and any other references to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are the property of its creater Joss Whedon, and its owners Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions, Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other words, these characters do not belong to me, and I am just borrowing them. DESCRIPTION: Twenty years into the future, 'nuff said. ********************** My Moria #5 By: Taygeta Buffy held vigilance over the glowing kitchen clock in the dark room, as she drowned her sorrows in a piece of chocolate cake. The kitchen door creaked loudly, but she didn't turn to see who had intruded on her silence and her darkness…she already knew who it was. He stood beside her, and poured a cup of warm coffee from the decanter on the counter. "You, okay?" he said quietly, cradling the steaming mug of brown, sugary liquid. She glanced at Xander and sighed, "What do you think?" "Sorry…stupid question," he replied, delicately lifting a loose wisp of her blonde hair away from her face, and his hand held the side of her face gently. Buffy's hand fell over her husband's before he could pull away and she closed her eyes as she felt his tender touch against her skin, "Oh, Xander, what are we going to do?" He embraced her and felt her body shake from uncontrollable sobs and felt tears in his eyes as well, "I wish I knew, Buffy, but how can you tell your daughter that she is destined to walk down this path. This path where you know she's going to stumble, fall, and quite possibly…die before she could live a real life? And how can you *let* your daughter walk down this path with the knowledge that you may lose her forever?" "I've fought these demons for so long, and all these years I thought I had finally stepped away from it all, but no…no, I couldn't," she said bitterly, "they wouldn't let me. If it was just me they were hurting, I could possibly handle this, but they've taken my daughter…my life." "You have to remember Buffy that when you were a slayer, all of us were endangered and there are some days that I didn't think we would have ever made it, but we did make it," Xander replied. "And I guess that's what we have to think about when we tell her and when we actually accept the fact ourselves that if we made it, then maybe she will too." "But *maybe* she'll live isn't enough," she said shaking her head in animosity at the very word, "I don't want to have a supposition to rely on, I want to know, not just hope that Moria will live through this. Y'know, I'm glad that I knew I was a slayer before Mom found out because she didn't have to go through all of this." "But she still had to worry, Buffy," sighed Xander kissing her softly on the forehead before looking into her eyes, "Just like we're worrying now." **************************** Cordelia stepped away from the kitchen door and felt guilty for eavesdropping on such a private conversation. She had meant to listen in, but she ended up doing so when she stopped by the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. She had begun to hear them talk, and had meant to step away, but she didn't…couldn't. Thoughts of her past romance with Xander so long ago came back to her when she first saw him earlier that day. She had never really gotten use to the idea that he and Buffy was married and had a child not even after 20 years, at least…until now. As she had watched them holding and comforting each other, she knew that everything had turned out, as it should be, perhaps even as it was destined to be. Except destiny had played a poor role in their lives when it chose Moira to be the new slayer. It would be a task, Cordelia understood, to watch over and to teach Moira, and it was especially difficult when she could see Xander and Buffy in her ways and her manner. Every time she saw Moira, she would immediately think of them, and know that they were depending on her…to help their daughter survive. _____________________________________________________________________ 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] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Mark Jones" Subject: BUFFYFIC: When? (7/?) Date: 03 May 1998 10:14:57 +0100 Author: Rachel Jones WHEN? [part6] The vampires suddenly jumped at the opportunity for a quick feed, leaving Buffy with Angel. He was well aware that he would have to explain everything to her, and quick. “Buffy…” He began, but she cut him off “What is going on here, who do you think you are? Making me stay here when my friends are in trouble?!” She stood up, her face red and annoyed, she stilled loved him, and knew he would have an explanation, but was still worried. “Buffy, before you jump in, hear me out” “OK Angel, make it quick though” “I asked you here because I was wondering if you wanted to go out again, Buffy I love you.” “Angel, I don’t know what to say” All of her worries seemed to vanish, she wanted Angel more than anything, but why was he doing this, there were more important things to worry about. “Angel, later. What is going on, how did you force me here?” “I honestly don’t know Buff. I wanted to meet you in the daylight because I had been told that I was able to go outside in the day. They lied. And so told me the only way to make sure that you stayed was to wish it, I never thought it would work, I am so sorry Buffy, believe me, I would never hurt you, I love you.” He spoke with absolute sincerely, and Buffy knew he meant it. “I love you too, but my friends…” She trailed off, never finishing her sentence, too upset. What do you think? Rachel@altitudeprods.demon.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris Winslow" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fear No Evil (2/4) Date: 03 May 1998 06:40:42 PDT Fear No Evil (2/4) by Chris Winslow TITLE: Fear No Evil AUTHOR: blueeaglex@hotmail.com RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: Well, what's so fun about reading a complete summary before actually reading the piece? FYI, though, the complete story includes all the main characters from the show, although this section just has Buffy, Xander, and Buffy’s mom. DISTRIBUTION: Sure, send it where ever you want! (You might want to wait until tomorrow when I send out the other 80% of the story, though.) DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but then, you already knew that, didn't you? They were created by Joss Wheden and are owned by 20th Century Fox, Sandollar Television, Mutant Enemy, etc. FEEDBACK: Sure, go for it. Send it to me and not to the whole list, if you could. In the waiting room of the nearest hospital, Buffy sat in a chair, waiting to hear from a doctor. Xander was pacing next to her. While Buffy was the one who looked distraught, Xander looked nervous, tapping his fingers together without even thinking about it. "How long have they been in there?" Buffy asked, looking up at Xander for the first time in several minutes. Xander shrugged. "Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes." Buffy nodded and then dropped her head down again, looking at the tiles on the floor. After a long, uneasy pause, Buffy’s head jerked up again, staring straight at Xander. Xander stopped pacing and looked back at her. "Do you think my mother is going to make it?" she asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly. Xander considered the question carefully before answering. "I don’t know." He came up behind her, and squeezed her shoulders affectionately. "I just don’t know…it’s a miracle she didn’t die on impact She didn’t look all that hot when they brought her in…" He paused to take a breath, wanting to choose his words carefully. Before he had a chance to say anything else, a door opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked in stiffly. Buffy stood immediately, knowing without being told that he was there to talk with her. "Buffy Summers?" he asked, looking at her. She nodded, wiping her eyes. "How is my mother?" Buffy asked, suddenly taking control of the situation. The tears were gone from her eyes, and she’d taken control of her voice again. The doctor let out a brief sigh before beginning to speak. "She wasn’t in the best of shape when she came here…the fall from the bridge shattered several of her bones, most of them in her legs. We have managed to stabilize her, though, and she should be okay for the time being." "How does she feel?" Buffy asked. "Is she in any pain?" Again, the doctor let out a soft sigh. "There’s no way of knowing…at this time, your mother is in a coma. If she wakes up, we’ll be able to tell you more." Buffy’s eyes opened widely, and her whole face began to shift, the anger beginning to show. "*IF* she wakes up? What do you mean IF she wakes up?" Before the doctor could say another word, Buffy continued to ramble on. "My mother will wake up, and there is nothing hypothetical about that. She’s going to be as good as new once she leaves this hospital!" The doctor struggled with what to say. Xander pulled Buffy away from the doctor, since his friend looked like he wanted to strangle him right now. "Thank you for coming out," Xander said solemnly. "I’ll keep you informed as your mother’s prognosis changes," the doctor said. Then he turned and left the room. Buffy sank down in her chair again, as Xander took the seat next to her. "I can’t believe this is happening," Buffy said. "My mother—jumping of a bridge… Who would have thought?" The door to the waiting room opened, and several familiar faces walked in. First came Willow, who was still dressed in her night clothes…the most prominent piece of clothing being a pair of pink bunny slippers, which looked the size of clown shoes. Next came Giles, dressed as usual. Finally, Cordelia entered, her dour look revealing that she didn’t really want to be there in the first place. "Oh…" Willow came towards Buffy with open arms, hugging her friend close to her. Buffy hugged Willow tightly. As the two released their grips on each other, Willow looked at her friend, not knowing what to say. "We all came as soon as we could," Giles said. "I’m—that is, we—are all so sorry to hear about what has happened to your mother. Isn’t that right, Cordelia?" Cordelia yawned. "Tell me, though, why was your mother jumping off the bridge in the middle of the night? It doesn’t seem like her at all." Buffy and Xander went on to answer Giles’ question, with each of them adding different parts to the story. As they finished, Xander said, "And that was about it. The paramedics pulled her out of the water, and now she is in a coma." "Very strange," Giles whispered softly. "Very strange indeed." "Do you think that what happened is something supernatural?" Cordelia asked, stating the obvious. "You know, like demons and witches and vampires stuff." "Yes, yes," Giles said impatiently. "The only question now, is, WHICH supernatural force is at work here. Perhaps a demonic possession, or a spell of some sort…" The same doctor who had been out a few minutes before came back, a bit surprised to see that the waiting room had filled up so quickly. He looked at Buffy and said, "If you would like, you may go in with your mother now…she’s still unconscious, but there is a chance she could hear you." "Thank you, doctor," Buffy said quietly, walking towards the door. She turned back to her friends almost as an afterthought. "You can all go home for the night. I can handle things here just fine." "Buffy, this doesn’t seem like something you should go through al—" "I’m fine, Giles," Buffy said. "I am the Slayer…I can handle anything." She said the last sentence with a quiet sigh, as though she was trying to convince herself of that. Then, Buffy left the room, leaving the others by themselves. "Well, so much for my show of support," Cordelia said nonchalantly. "Ciao—I need my rest." She walked out of the hospital alone, closing the door behind her. "I’ve never seen Buffy so…" Willow said, struggling for the right word. No one finished Willow’s sentence, because they knew exactly what she was talking about. Giles said, "Because Buffy is so strong, we often forget that she is just as human as the rest of us." As soon as the doors to Sunnydale High began to open, students streamed through the doors, a new school day about to begin. Willow remained near her locker, her books pressing against her chest as she stared down the hallway. "Hello," came a familiar voice. Willow smiled briefly, as she recognized the voice as belonging to her boyfriend Oz. He kissed her on the cheek, and she kissed him back. "Is something wrong?" "That’s right, you weren’t there," Willow said. "And since you weren’t there, that means you wouldn’t know. And since you don’t know, then that means—" "That means I wouldn’t have any idea what you’re rambling about." Oz said. Xander walked up just then. "Ah, the horrors!" Xander said. "Don’t you just hate being out of the loop, Oz-Man?" Then, more seriously, he said, "Buffy’s mother jumped off Danes Bridge last night—and, last we heard, she was lying in the hospital in a coma." "Ugh," Oz said. "Tough. I take it that Buffy won’t be in school today?" "Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m here," Buffy said, calling out from the end of the hall. She was walking down the hallway with several books in tow. "How is your mom?" Willow asked, concerned. "She’s still in a coma," Buffy said. She smiled as she said, "I’m sure that by the time school is over, she’ll be up and walking." The bell began to ring and Buffy continued walking down the hallway towards her class. Willow and Xander shared a look. Oz, still out of the loop, said, Would someone mind filling me in on what’s going on around here? For someone with their mother in the hospital, Buffy sure does look chipper." Willow glanced at the clock on the wall. "I have to go," she said quickly. "I’m still teaching Miss Calendar’s class through the end of this week." She kissed Oz on his cheek again, then rushed down the hallway. When Oz turned back to get an answer from Xander, he saw that Xander had left as well. "I’ve got to find a way to get into the loop," Oz muttered under his breath, as he walked towards his first class. Walking alone through the hospital parking lot, Buffy revisited her evening in her mind. After school she had come directly to the hospital to sit with her mother, and she’d spent most of the past eight hours sitting by Joyce’s bed. Sometimes she had held her mother’s hand, other times she had sang softly to her. Just once she had left the room, going to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. When she had been out of the room, she’d felt a pang of guilt, as though she had done something wrong by leaving. And now she was returning home..for a few hours, at least. She planned on getting up an hour earlier than usual to visit her mother before school. Now, though, she was just ready to collapse in her bed. She had never known how tiring it could be to sit in a hospital room all day. She wasn’t going to rest just yet, though. The silence of the parking lot was interrupted by a loud voice coming from several yards away. "I hear your mother isn’t doing that well. What a shame!" Buffy glanced over to see who was speaking, and tensed up inside when she saw a vampire coming towards her. The vampire was a tall, indescript male, and he was walking towards her casually, as though he was her best buddy, probably because he knew she was exhausted. Buffy was about to prove she was as strong as ever. She came towards the vampire in a flash, and before the vampire knew what was coming, her left leg connected with his chest. He flew back through the air, caught off guard by her attack. "I should have known better than to think I’d get a night off from fighting scum like you," Buffy said. Picking himself up off from the ground, the vampire began to walk back towards her. "On the contrary, we’re all excited about what happened to your mother," he said. "Some of us have even considered going in and finishing her off." Buffy’s eyes flared when she heard this, and again she went after the vampire. A few inches away from a tree, she snapped a large branch as though it was a twig, then thrust her hand forward, aiming for his chest. The vampire leaped to the side, narrowly missing her attack. Suddenly, though, Buffy leaped forward, the branch inches from the vampire’s heart. "I know who’s behind your mother’s behavior," the vampire blurted out, hoping to be saved. Hearing her mother mentioned again suddenly made Buffy ill, but she stood her ground. "Who is it?" she asked. "If I tell you, you have to let me go," the vampire said nervously. "Promise." Buffy kept her hand ready to stake the vampire, thinking about the question carefully. She released her grip on the vampire. "Tell me, and tell me now. If you make a run for it, count on me coming after you—and there won’t be any second chances." The vampire gulped, taking a small step away from Buffy. He opened his mouth to speak. "The person who made your mother want to jump off the bridge is—" A tree branch suddenly sliced through the vampire’s back and he vanished before he could tell Buffy what he knew. Buffy wasn’t at all surprised to see who was holding the branch: Angel. "Oh, did I spoil your fun?" Angel said, walking towards Buffy. "He was about to tell you who made your mother so crazy, wasn’t he?" Angel was grinning, and his fangs looked ready to bite Buffy’s neck. "Did I spoil all your fun? I’m so, so sorry about that." "I just don’t have time for your wisecracks tonight," Buffy said, sighing. Without missing a beat, she brought the tree branch in her hand towards Angel, slashing down towards his chest. Predictably, he jumped away before the branch could destroy him. "Oooh, testy," Angel said with a smirk. Then, in a quieter voice, he said, "I was just visiting your mother in her hospital room. Her neck looked very tasty…" "Liar!" Buffy snapped back. "I just left her room, and there’s a doctor with her now." Angel grimaced, and jumped towards Buffy, knocking her down. "Don’t screw with me, Buffy. If I wanted to, I’d make sure your mother didn’t leave the hospital alive—but I don’t think I’ll have to do anything to get what I want." When Buffy got up from where she had been knocked down, Angel was gone. Buffy was not the only person up so late. In the school library, Willow was hunched over a stack of books, reading through them to find any information she could on what had happened to Joyce. Her head dipped down as she began to fall asleep on the stack of books. After a moment of slumber, her head popped up again. "Need sleep," was all she managed to whisper, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up. She jumped up with a start as she heard someone talking from a nearby classroom. "Who else is up at this hour?" she asked herself, seeing that it was after 3 A.M. Yawning, she stood up and decided to go see what was going on. In the classroom a few feet away from Willow, three students were seated on top of the teacher’s desk, and one of them was twirling a small revolver in his hand. "It’s time to get the show on the road," the gun holder said ominously. He handed the gun to Grace, the only girl in the room. Without a second thought, Grace grasped the gun and placed it to her temple, aiming it in the middle of her forehead. "Bang, bang," she whispered. Then, she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The gun was passed to the next student, who also put the gun to his head, after first cocking it. This time there was no whisper, just the cocking of the gun. Then, he pulled the trigger as Grace had done. Nothing happened. The gun was again passed, this time to the student who had held the gun first. He held the gun in his hand, looking carefully at it, then cocked the gun again. The door to the classroom opened, and Willow walked in casually. "What’s going on?" she asked. "Is this some kind of late night study party?" Then she saw the gun in the young man’s hand and froze. The student holding the gun put it to his head, and pulled the trigger. This time, something happened. A bullet exploded out of the gun, striking the student in the forehead. He went flying off of the desk, his body collapsing in a heap on the floor. Willow screamed, somehow bringing the other two out of their trances. The game of Russian roulette was over. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: tabbylink@patrol.i-way.co.uk Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: General Problems Please Help!! Date: 03 May 1998 22:26:40 Sorry for this, I know that if I'm missing parts of fanfic from an author I should write to that author and ask but my server has done the *all time* screw up and has given me no mail since Friday through to Sunday 2pm GMT! This means I *know* I'm missing Angel's Memories 1-3 by Jaclyn Amy, 1-6 of When? by Mark Jones, and It's Time 1 by Mark Jones. If anyone else posted during this time and I don't know about it (some people take a long time before sending in more fic so I can't even guess - I just know weekends are *usually* busy) could you please, please be kind enough to forward parts I've missed to me. Alternately could someone please write to me if they'd be prepared to discuss what parts of what stories they have so I can compare what I'm missing? I know that for the last few weeks my server has been unreliable and I've only known I've been missing something when a part comes in and I haven't had the three before it or something. I'd really like to know whether I'm missing entire story parts after part 1 without disturbing authors to find they've been busy. :) If anyone could help I'd be really grateful. Betzi ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Buffy716 Subject: BUFFYFIC: Angel 1/1 By- Buffy716 Date: 03 May 1998 17:55:17 EDT Some of you my have seen this on the other list written by XanBufAngl but don't worry their both me. FEEDBACK Please!!!!! ***Angel*** By- Buffy716 Angel. I was always told angels would protect me from harm. This angel is causing the pain. My pain. It hurts so much. I can barely eat, sleep, even walk. Sometimes the pain is so great all I can do is fall to the ground and cry. A million times a day, I ask myself why? Why did he change so much? Nothing in my life ever seems to stay happy for long and I was happy. I'm starting to think the cycle is starting all over again. It started with my parents fighting. Ended with my burning down the gym. Now, it is starting again. My theory about it being me is starting to sound more right everyday. Everyone who comes in contact with me ends up dead. My first watcher, Merick, then Jenny, Theresa, Ford. Really no need to go on after that. Even those I don't know I feel died because of me. He killed some, all just to hurt me. He succeeded. His plan is to make me crazy. It's going perfectly. I know I have to stay strong for them. For Xander, Willow, Giles, even Cordelia. God, she is no help at all. Her little remarks. They all put me on this pedestal and expect me to be the strong one. How am I supposed when everyone is trying to rip me apart? I'm the object of everyone's obsession. Xander's and Angel's mostly--even Spikes's. They don't know how hard it is. To have the weight of the world on my shoulders plus the added pressure of being a teenage girl. They can never understand. No one. The pain I've gone through is more then anyone should ever experience. But, I had the pleasure of experiencing it. Lucky me. I know I have to kill him. But I can't because it was me who made him. They say everything comes in threes. Angel was number two. Pike was number one. All I can think about is who will be number three. And I wonder if number three will finally grant me my greatest wish. To end the pain. One problem. The only way I know to achieve my greatest wish, is to experience my worst fear; death. ***The End*** So did you like it? Email me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: KylenRevik Subject: BUFFYFIC: "I, Alone" Date: 03 May 1998 20:29:53 EDT TITLE: "I, Alone" TIME: Directly at the end of/after "I Only Have Eyes For You". NOTES: Some strong profanity. Some sexual innuendo, but nothing worse than you'd see on an NBC sitcom. FEEDBACK: Yes please, to KylenRevik@aol.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I, Alone" By Rachel Brody //It's easier not to be wise And measure these things by your brains.// Buffy reached out, her fingers tracing her lover's cheek. She felt something in her gut twist, knowing this couldn't be him no matter how badly she wanted it to be. She couldn't let herself hope she'd receive anything past what she had already been given. She swallowed hard, wondering what she could do to know for sure. But somehow, she could feel if she spoke the moment would be broken and she would lose him-- again. "Angel," she whispered anyway, her voice shaking ever-so- slightly. He stood for a moment as though he, too, couldn't believe he was so close to her. That he was holding her so tenderly. There was a moment of silence. Then he growled and pushed her away, and Buffy felt the wall coming up at her. She winced, but didn't fight or try to stay up. She let him knock her down and rush away, leaving an emptiness in both the room and in her heart. //I sank into Eden with you. Alone in the church, by and by.// Her knees came up to her chest, and she shook, soft sobs coming up in her throat, breaking through the thin veneer of control she'd barely been able to keep up when he'd been standing so close, and which she had just lost control of now that he was gone. * //I'll read to you here, save your eyes You'll need them, your boat is at sea Your anchor is up, you've been swept away And the greatest of teachers won't hesitate To leave you there by yourself, chained to fate.// She walked slowly, trembling with every step, not knowing how to focus on where she was going or where she had been. Not knowing how to rid herself of the feeling that she was going to break to pieces like a shattering glass, any second. She stepped out of the school, not even noticing that the clouds of wasps had gone. They hadn't hurt him, but he had hurt her, and why was it she couldn't get over what was wrong with her and what was wrong between them? He was a vampire. She was the Slayer. She should never have let herself love him. Everything anyone had ever told her about how she and Angel would be like oil and water was slowly echoing over in her head. The worst part was, a rather large part of her was beginning to seriously wonder, for the first time since Angel had first changed, if maybe everyone else hadn't been right. * //I alone love you I alone tempt you I alone love you Fear is not the end of this!// Angelus felt the roar of his bike's motor as he peeled out of Sunnydale High's parking lot, the harley rumbling beneath him like the monster he himself was. His face was twisted into an expression of complete and utter disgust, and it was all he could do to keep from shuddering hard enough to fall off the damn bike. He felt as though he'd been rolled in a pit of slime, or forced to sit through an episode of that damned kid's show with the giant purple dinosaur. The entire time that ghost-bitch had been in his body, using him, all he had wanted to do was get her out. But he hadn't been able to. She had been controlling him. Not hurting him, but _there_, where she wasn't wanted. Something inside him started to speak up about that, and Angelus beat it back down into submission. The crowning insult, of course, was that he had been forced to touch that _Slayer_ again. Sure, she was one hot little blonde, but damnit...he had a _history_ with her, and if he wasn't going to use it to manipulate her he didn't want anything to do with it. *Why?* the part of him he'd thought he'd beaten back already asked. *It's sick,* his conscious mind answered. *This whole deal, it's fuckin' perverted.* *Is that it, or is it that you think I might win out if you get too close to her?* "Like I care what you say, _Angel_," he muttered as the bike pulled up to his new home. He looked upward, toward where he and Spike and Dru had put their new lair together so far. He'd have to get rid of Spike, he decided. He'd made a mistake when he'd made that one. Spike was too rash, too...well, too damned annoying. Parking his bike in some shrubs, out of sight, Angel entered the building. * //It's easier not to be great And measure these things by your resolve alone in the church by and by to cradle the baby in space And leave you there by yourself chained to fate.// Spike glowered at the door as it slammed, and that arrogant sonuvabitch took his Dru with him on a hunt. He sighed. Angelus really did think altogether much too slowly. He had known Spike since Dru had brought Spike to be made, and he hadn't realized that his childe wasn't going to simply stand by and watch while Angel took Dru away from him? Musing on that thought for a moment, Spike didn't let his glare fade as he tapped his toe carefully inside his boot, ignoring the pain that shot up his leg at the movement. It was nothing compared to what it had been a few weeks ago. He had healed faster than any of them would have suspected, and that fact meant he was going to be able to have...well, one hell of a time, once he finished deciding just what he was going to do to put Angelus through his own, personal hell. Making the decision to get up, Spike slowly, carefully put his foot on the ground. Sometimes he moved too quickly, and the pain in his lower back would amplify remarkably. He wasn't in the mood to feel that right now. For the moment, he was in the mood to have someone _else_ be in pain, and he himself would just enjoy the sound of bones snapping. Putting his full weight on his feet, Spike marveled for the uncounted number of times he had taken this simple ability for granted. All these years, he had never been hurt quite so badly as this Slayer had hurt him. *Hm,* he thought as he stood, wondering where to begin. *Shall I pay the Slayer a visit? I could mebbe rip 'er throat out...gut her an' use 'er entrails as Christmas Tree decorations...put 'er 'ead on a stake an' use it to scare the neighborhood kiddies away...or I could jus' drain one've 'er friends...* Then he remembered, he couldn't do any of those at all. If one of his vampires should see him on the prowl...well, it would be all too easy for them to slip up and mention to Angel that they had seen the Master up and about-- and that would just ruin the lovely surprise he had planned, wouldn't it. He shoved his wheelchair over with a sudden burst of fury, not watching as it hit the ground and left him standing free. After a few moments, the smile on his lips curled upward a bit more, and he chuckled. "My god, Angelus," he said quietly, almost unsure if he was speaking aloud or only in his mind, "You're so damn screwed over, mate, an' you 'aven't even th'slightest clue." The chuckle turned into a laugh, and soon Spike found himself laughing so hard that the pain lingering in his limbs was barely noticeable. Poor Angelus, he thought, with an insincere sort of pity. Poor, stupid, naive, dead, screwed-over Angelus. Too bad Spike really just didn't give a damn, one way or another. * //Yeah, now, we took it back too far Only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn will come runnin' back to you, all these rhythms that you hide only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn.// Something felt uneasy, Angelus thought as he sank his teeth into the squirming toddler Dru had procured for him. Something back there, with Spike... "Angel," Dru sighed, her hands tracing cold lines on the back of his neck as he fed, "are you feelin' any better?" Angelus smiled slightly, finishing off the last few drops of blood from his prey, then let the limp body drop like a rock, standing and moving his hands up and over Dru's arms, pulling her so close their noses were almost touching. "Fine, babe," he said, then he pretended to nip at her, and she giggled in his arms. His smile widened. "Nothing a little bit've fun couldn't fix." "I like fun," Dru said, as though she were imparting him with some great secret. Angel let her lean against him, nestled close. This was what he liked. A girl who was not only hot as fucking hell, but also too messed up to really try much of anything as far as getting herself emotionally attached went. He wondered if that would work with the Slayer-- fuck her head up so far she couldn't think straight, then get her in bed and fuck around with the rest of her. He grinned a little more. "Dru," he said, "Babe, I think that's enough hunting for one night." She put on a pout. "But Angel--" "Spike'll miss you," Angel reminded her. Not like he cared, but having Spike around to baby-sit for Dru when Angel was too busy to care _was_ damn handy. Dru sighed, then nodded. "You're right," she said. Then she gave him a sideways glance. "Can we bring sumthin' 'ome for 'im, though?" she asked. "'E'll be 'ungry..." Angel nodded. "Sure," he said with a grin. "Let's go find some defenseless old lady or something." Not giving Dru a chance to answer him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and directed her away from the body he'd dropped a few moments away. He smiled slightly. That dirty feeling he'd had earlier was almost gone. *Nothing like a little blood 'n gore to put a guy back into a good mood,* he thought, ignoring Dru's chatter about where the best place to find a meal for "her Spike" would be. *Though,* he thought, correcting himself as he thought about the look that had been on the Slayer's face when he had left her at the high school earlier, *breaking people's spirits ranks a close second.* After that thought, Angelus decided he was going to banish thoughts of the Slayer from his mind for the rest of the night, and until at least tomorrow, he was just going to enjoy himself. THE END Copyright 1998 Rachel Brody *Lyrics from "I Alone" by Live, off the "Throwing Copper" CD. Used here without permission. ~ Comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: BMTHESPIAN Subject: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: story request Date: 03 May 1998 22:33:08 EDT could the person who sent the part story on sunday (5/3) ( besides the story called Angel) please send it to me it got deleted before I had a chance to read it. I'm sorry to post this to the list but I don't know who the author is. Brandi ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes Date: 03 May 1998 20:37:49 -0700 I'm so sorry for all of you who like a Stroke of Luck. But see the problem is, the disk it's on crashed! So, I have to wait to get a Norton program that will fix the disk right up. My father said he can do it no problem. So give it about a week (Hopefully less!) and I'll post the rest of a strok of luck This story is not a Willow or Spike ditty. It's an Angelus and Dru *one of those, how dru went insane stories yah know* Anyways, I hope you like it! It's murder to write! :) Charlotte Sometimes (prologue) "...Through Christ our Lord, Amen." Drusilla stood up from her from her kneeling position at the alter, flatting out the ripples on her long dress, while gently taking hold of her sisters petite wrist. She titled her head to look down at Lydia. Are you ready to go?" Her little sister nodded, trying to contain her childhood enthusiasm as she munched on the communion wafer given to her by the pastor. Smiling, Drusilla gathered her baguette, gently placing the red and blue rosary at the bottom of the bag ensuring that it was safely snug before closing the baguette and turning towards her sister. Looking around for her family. She saw none, and wondered for a minute how long she had kept them long as she prayed. Drusilla lead her sister past the rows and rows of pews, to the fresh night air of their city Prague. She smiled curtly at every man she walked by while they tipped their hats as the two young women walked through the crowed of the midnight mass that had gathered early. "Where's Mummy?" Lydia yawned. Drusilla shook her head, and bent her knees to Lydia's height. She was about to say she was not sure, but instead saw her father coming towards them "Come here Dru. Let's get home" He said, addressing the eldest sister with his soft voice. Drusilla grabbed her sisters wrist again and in the other hand bundled up the side of her dress so she might not get it dirtied. The two girls had to walk fast as they tried to keep up with her father, as he maneuvered through the ever growing crowd of the cathedral. And stepped into the awaiting carriage. ~ "Angelus?" The young girl peered over his shoulder, trying to affix his attention on her. It didn't work "Angelus!" She hissed loudly. He turned towards her, taking a second to let his thoughts focus. Darla peered over him, searching for what he'd been looking for. She easily found it. A young maiden, with long hair, running quickly through the crowed. She rolled her eyes. He always went for the pretty ones. "What's her name?" She asked as she watched the girl get into a rather fancy carriage. Angelus sighed "Drusilla Hurst." His voice carried the name, causing Darla to glance curiously at him, she turned quickly enough to see the dreamy look, and obsessive grin, before it made it's way to and evil thought. -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 1) Date: 03 May 1998 20:38:29 -0700 Charlotte Sometimes (Part 1) The carriage came to a slow stop and Dru shuddered as the horsemen yelled to the other servants. Drusilla caressed her sisters thick blonde hair, as her head lay asleep on her sister's lap. Coaxing her awake "Drusilla?" Isabelle said to her daughter Her attention was snapped back to her mothers smiling face. "Yes mum?" "Tuck your sister into bed, would you dear?" Dru smiled looking down at the peaceful face of her sister as her eyes fluttered awake, and nodded her head. "Wake up Lydia, where home" She said gently Isabelle smiled, she couldn't help but think of how lucky she was to have such a gracious daughter. Her thoughts had been plagued as of late though. Drusilla was nearly a maid of 17, and the people had begun to talk. She'd been putting off with marriage for long enough. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to give her Dru away. It was time she be married, before people started to gossip, and her Dru got a bad reputation, at such a young age. The horseman helped out the three ladies, lifting Lydia up into Drusilla's waiting arms. "Dru?" asked the small voice of her sister. "Come on, Lydia. Your old enough to walk" Drusilla said and she sat her young sister on the ground. Lydia immediately began to pout "Carry me Dru!" "Lydia!" Drusilla whispered as though ashamed of her sisters' childish ways. Lydia put her arms up of her head "Please!" She couldn't be denied Dru thought as she leaned down to pick up her sisters small body. Drusilla's mother gave Dru a small grin, as she helped hold the door open for her two daughters. ~ Angelus stood outside of the estate, hooded by the darkness, as he watched Drusilla lift her sister, easily hearing their conversations as they stood over fifty yards away from him. "D'you want me to stay?" Darla asked as she circled in front of him, snapping the branch of a tree. "No" Angelus said, truthful. "I'll be fine" He added after a minute, not wanting to hurt Darla's fragile feelings. Darla nodded, looking back at Drusilla Hursts' house. The forth girl in these 5 decades to steal her angels heart. Angelus noted Darla's departure but made no move to acknowledge it. Waiting for the doors to slam completely shut, he looked around the large Hurst mansion. He had to walk around the large building before he stopped at Drusilla's bedroom. It wasn't hard to find. He stared at the empty bedroom, as he waited for her to enter, and light a candle so he might see the detail of the decorum and gaze at her face. ~ "Now Lydia. You must go to sleep! If you don't, I'll be quite upset!" Drusilla said, as her sister yawned complaining that she was not in the least bit tired. "Sing me a song Dru!" Lydia said, bouncing straight up in her bed "Sing me the song mummy sings!" Lydia began to sway "Run, and Catch. The lamp is--" "Lydia, please. I'm very tired. I'll sing to you some other time." Her sister frowned. "Promise?" "Cross my heart" Drusilla said making a gesture with her hand over her chest. Lydia gave Dru a quick kiss on the cheek and hug her tight "You're my favorite sister in the whole world Dru" She smiled "I'm your only sister" Drusilla laughed back. They parted and Dru tucked Lydia back into bed. "But if I did have another sister, you'd still be my favorite." Drusilla smiled at her sister. The dimple on her cheeks came out in contrast to her blonde hair. She looked just like their father. Dru blew out the candle "Sleep tight" she whispered and walked out of the room, shutting the door lightly. -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 2) Date: 03 May 1998 20:39:02 -0700 Charlotte Sometimes (Part 2) Angelus' head shot up, as a candle light came on in Drusilla's room. He watched as Drusilla stand their staring at her face in the mirror, Her eyes were large and pure, she looked like a saint. Angelus smiled as he remembered the first time he had seen Drusilla. He'd been out on a hunt with Darla. He plan was to kill them Drusilla and her Sister. But one look at her face. At her innocence and purity... He couldn't kill her! Not yet. Perhaps not ever. ~ Drusilla knew what her parents were doing. They were looking for a suitor, someone to care for Drusilla now that she was of age. In all truth she had been of age for the past three years. But she didn't want to married, she loved her sister, and wanted to stay here with her. Grabbing a hand full of water from the fresh pitcher the servants had left her she cleansed her face. Drusilla sighed as she walked to the closet, looking for a nightgown to wear. Looking up and down her clothes, there were so many. She could easily tell them all apart, what with them being her clothes. She thought of her sister. Would she pass these clothes down to her younger? Or, knowing her parents, they would throw them all away as soon as Dru left, and buy Lydia a fresh new closet. She picked up a white, modest nightgown, that came up around her neck, and ended at her ankles. ~ Angel thrust to the side, as his eyes suddenly lost track of his latest obsession, he smiled as her watched her take off the many layers of clothing she was forced to wear as a noble woman. It hardly was worth it. She'd be just as perfect without the ton of clothes she wore. He never understood the great drive the country put on looks these days. In a couple year's it'd all be but a passing phase, what was the point? Angelus' body moved to the side once again as he watched as Drusilla maid two braids in her long hair and tied a large gold ribbons at the bottoms, to keep it out of her face as she slept. She took as minute as she moved the numerous amount of dolls off her bed, onto the large rug that lay under her feet. She kept one though. He watched as she lifted the doll into her arms, and situated herself before blowing out the candles. Angelus waited for a minute, reliving the last few moments he had just seen, and turned on his heel, she was so pretty, and perfect. The fact that she live with her parents means she must be a maiden still. He smiled. A perfect, beautiful, young, virgin. He started to walk. He should wait, he told himself. Waiting's half the fun, half of the trill comes from perfect timing. He should wait. He should... But would he? Angelus turned back towards her house, and towards her window. He looked at the stair way that lead to two rooms below Dru's and then to her bedroom. He took a deep breathe. He could wait. He would wait. Timing was everything. It still is. He turned back towards the house and began to walk up the stair way and gazed into her room. She lay snuggled under her covers, holding the golden haired doll. Angelus smiled, and jumped on to the balcony of her room, to get a better look at this sleeping beauty. Her hair was so long, and beautiful. She had had it down early today, it was flowing past her waist. But now she had it up, not quiet as pretty. He couldn't see her eyes. But that didn't matter, he could remember them. A brimming chestnut hue. "Grrrr" Angelus looked down off the balcony, to the large dog the stand at the bottom of the staircase threatening to come upwards. Angelus smiled, and turned to look towards the sleeping Drusilla again "we'll meet soon." He sighed. "but first, you deserve a little fun" Angel turned to growl back at the dog, his face distorted and mangled. The dog immediately attacked, and ran right into Angelus' awaiting arms. -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Chris Winslow" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fear No Evil (3/5) Date: 04 May 1998 05:46:50 PDT Fear No Evil (3/5) (This was a 4 parter, but I changed that.) by Chris Winslow TITLE: Fear No Evil AUTHOR: blueeaglex@hotmail.com RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: Well, what's so fun about reading a complete summary before actually reading the piece? DISTRIBUTION: Sure, send it where ever you want DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters from or the movie or show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but then, you already knew that, didn't you? FEEDBACK: Sure, go for it. Send it to me and not to the whole list, if you could. As usual, the library at Sunnydale High was extremely quiet for such early hours. Giles sat at a desk reading through a large tome, looking up from his book every few minutes to check the time. Not a sound was to be heard in the room, although outside the door students were hurrying to their first class. Giles’ solitude was interrupted as the door to the library opened with a loud squeak. He snapped to attention, seeing Willow enter the room. "You really need to oil that door," she said, walking towards Giles with a depressed look on her face. Buffy followed her friend into the room and shut the door. "Willow!" Giles said, closing the book quickly. "You’re just the person I’ve been looking for." Seeing Buffy standing there, he changed the subject briefly and asked, "Oh, Buffy, how is your mother doing? Has there been any change in her status?" Buffy shook her head. "She’s still dead to the world….but I know that any day she’s going to wake up and she’ll be just fine." Giles and Willow glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. Buffy’s reassurances that her mother was "going to be just fine" was almost her mantra nowadays. Giles filed a mental note to discuss this with Buffy later. Turning back to Willow, he said, "The suicide of Jeff Brooks was in all the papers this morning. Am I correct in assuming that the death was not exactly how it was described in the papers?" Willow nodded, and then explained what had happened the day before. She trembled as she spoke, recalling everything that had happened…everything up to the point where Jeff had blown his own brains out. "Grace and Larry don’t seem to remember what they did," Willow said. "Could they be repressing their memories because what happened was so traumatic?" Giles shook his head. "I think the cause is probably more simple than that…some force of evil is at work here. I just wish I knew which one it was!" "Well, I’m off to class," Buffy said, turning to leave. "Have fun with your research." She left before Willow and Giles could say anything. "Is it just me, or is Buffy…not very Buffy-like?" Willow asked, staring straight at Giles. He nodded. "I think the stress of the last few days has gotten to her. I’m sure it would be traumatic enough to merely have your mother in a coma, but she’s also still dealing with the—loss of Angel." He opened the book he had been reading before. "I hope to have a heart to heart conversation with her tonight while she’s patrolling the cemetery." Willow looked over Giles’ shoulder as he flipped through the book aimlessly. Then she shoved her hand forward, holding on to a certain page. "Read this," she said excitedly, pointing at a certain article. Giles frowned and then read the piece, glancing back up to Willow as he finished. "Extraordinary. I’ve been looking through this book all morning! How can you have found this out so quickly?" Willow shrugged, and then grinned. "You know what they say about talent. If you’ve got it, you’ve got it; if you don’t, you don’t." "Well, in any case, I think you’ve stumbled across the truth about the problems that have been plaguing Sunnydale these past few days. I just hope we can find a way to stop it—before more people are hurt." In an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Sunnydale, a young couple perched on a crate full of cans of gasoline. The two were embracing passionately, their lips locked together as they made out. The young man pushed himself on top of the woman, ready to take their relationship further. "Barry," the young woman complained. "Are you sure what we’re doing is right?" Barry released his grip on Carla, and she was so startled she fell off the crate. "Damn, woman! Your yammering is the best birth control money can’t buy! I thought you said you were ready for sex?" Carla stood up, brushing the dirt off of her. "I am, Barry…but not if you’re going to get angry about it!" She turned away from her boyfriend and began to cry quietly to herself. Softening just a little, Barry stood up and moved towards Carla. "Hey, baby," he cooed in her ear. "I’m sorry. Now how can I make things up to you?" She looked at him, unsure if she wanted to take him back. "You can start by saying you’ll drop all this nonsense about Phobos and get back to a normal life." Barry shoved Carla hard, and this time she fell back onto the crate. "Are you crazy?" he yelled. "Babe, we’ve just STARTED what we’ve set out to do. We can’t go back now!" Carla sniffed as she sat up. "People are dying because of what we’ve done. Don’t you feel even the teensy weensiest bit guilty?" Barry shook his head. "First of all, PEOPLE haven’t died—one person has died. And second of all, you know this is all for the best. We need the sacrifices for our spell, and without them, we’re going to be white trash for the rest of our lives. Is that something you want for us?" Carla began to shake her head back and forth. "You know I want everything you do. But I can’t do it anymore, Barry! I just can’t! People are dead because of me…because of us!" She stood up and began walking towards the door. "Where do you think you’re going?" Barry called out towards her. "I’m through with this, Barry," Carla called back, without even turning around. "If you really love me, you’ll follow me. Otherwise, see ya!" As Carla slammed the door behind her, Barry’s frown spread across his face. Picking up a black book from behind the crate he had been sitting on, he opened the book to page 69, reading the spell carefully. "You