From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #26 Reply-To: buffyfic@xmission.com Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk Buffyfic-digest Tuesday, February 3 1998 Volume 02 : Number 026 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (15/?) by Ingrid Re: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (15/?) by Ingrid Re: BUFFYFIC: Proofreaders needed. Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: I Will Survive Re: BUFFYFIC: I Will Survive BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: #23 Re: BUFFYFIC: I Will Survive BUFFYFIC: question BUFFYFIC: Even the Score (1/1) DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: Even the Score (1/1) BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (16/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: All Alone in the Night Part 3/5 BUFFYFIC: ADMIN: List rules BUFFYFIC: Nightmare At The Hellmouth (1/13) See the end of the digest for information on subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 1 Feb 1998 16:41:03 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (15/?) by Ingrid First things First… DISCLAIMER: To my great despair, I don’t own Buffy or any of her friends. They belong to an evil man named Joss, and an evil network known as The WB. Just don’t sue me, okay guys? SUMMARY: Where we left off with Buffy and Angel… the "cliffhanger," if you will. This one's pretty sad. If you don’t get this, that’s ‘cause you haven’t read the other parts. If you want to get this, mail me (Ingrid29@juno.com) and ask me for them. If you don’t…well I don’t need *you* either. Here it is! Enjoy! WARNING: Fairly graphic description of blood & guts. I try to be tasteful. Et je commence… *** "One Vampire’s Headache…" (15/?) by Ingrid *** "Forgive my grief for one removed, thy creature whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thee, and there I find him worthier to be loved." - -In Memoriam, Alfred Lord Tennyson *** Willow sauntered into the library, hoping she wasn’t interrupting anything too steamy, but she had to get that book for her history assignment. She froze when she caught sight of the scene in the library. Pale ashes covered the blood stained floor, and broken glass lay all about. Splintered remains left the banister looking like a hideous weapon. There, in the center of it all, a blood- soaked Buffy lay next to a motionless Angel. Her pale hair was dyed crimson and Angel’s shoulder had all but been ripped off. Her screams were so loud that her own ears seemed to shatter, phantom blood flowing from her brain. Xander, Giles and Cordelia came rushing into the room, only to halt in horror at the vision before them. Giles was the first to run to Buffy’s side, and Willow was quick after him. Xander and Cordelia looked on from afar, holding each other in what little comfort they could offer. Giles looked at them and dropped his head. Certainly they would have wanted to die this way, together. Through the bloody mess, Giles could almost make out a peaceful expression on Buffy’s face, with her arm wrapped loosely around the only hope in her hellish world. He too, wore a calm face, almost as if he were smiling at her. Giles began to shake. He sat down hard, and stared listlessly ahead. This meant another slayer had- "NO!" The thunderous sound scared even Giles. Cordelia jumped and buried her head in Xander’s shoulder. Ever practical Willow just watched, completely stunned as he fled from the room. *But wait. Had he even-* She touched Buffy’s neck. Something was coursing through the veins, and strongly, too. "Giles!" she screamed, and seconds later he was racing back into the room. "Buffy’s Alive!" She touched Angel. "And he is too!" we’ve got to get an ambulance! Xander didn’t hesitate is racing for Giles’ office. In moments, he came back out. "They’re coming," he informed them, and flew out the door. Willow had no concept of time or space as she sat huddled in the corner watching the paramedics lift the two unconscious bodies onto stretchers and carry them out. It wasn’t fair, screamed the voice inside her. After all they’d been through, for it to end like this. She twisted her long hair around her finger, unconscious of the pain she might have felt. Buffy… what had she ever done to- Xander appeared behind her, patting her back gently. "Will? You wanna go home now?" His question was little more than a breath in her ear. She nodded, but said nothing, standing up numbly and following him to his car. Giles waited in the hospital lobby, pacing hurriedly, as if he was attempting to go somewhere. He said silent prayers for them even as he dammed himself for giving up. For abandoning her, whom he was supposed to protect. But now, he couldn’t protect her. He could only wait and helplessly, foolishly hope. *** END, PART 15. "We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow." - -Tennyson, *I.M.* _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] - - ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 1 Feb 1998 20:14:37 EST From: NuPhalanx@aol.com Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (15/?) by Ingrid Hi! Can you send me parts 1-14 of this, please? Thanks! cordially, Mike Z. - - ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 1 Feb 1998 21:45:48 EST From: Lml1996@aol.com Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Proofreaders needed. In a message dated 98-02-01 15:28:11 EST, you write: << rorhoad@ibm.net >> - - ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 1 Feb 1998 22:52:12 EST From: TreyCash@aol.com Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: I Will Survive Ingrid, Glad to be of service. Did you like the other one That Was the Day? Thanks again, Alex - - ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 01 Feb 1998 22:23:27 -0600 From: Guttilla Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: I Will Survive Hey! I loved both of your stories! I have a small fanfiction site and was wondering if you'd mind if I'd post them? If you want to check it out before you decide its here: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/3586/fanfic.html And check out the rest of my site too. Jen(AngelsSoul):} reply to angelssoul@hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 1 Feb 1998 23:24:41 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: #23 Anyone- Please, please tell me if you got issue number 23. If no one got it, I'll have to repost part of my story! If you did get it, and you're willing to help, please forward me a copy. Thank you. =) - -Ingrid _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] - - ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 01 Feb 1998 22:24:30 -0600 From: Guttilla Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: I Will Survive Sorry I didn't mean to send it the list! Jen - - ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 08:57:10 EST From: Pndora17@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: question how do I unsubscribe? - - ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 09:48:55 EST From: Isis212@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: Even the Score (1/1) Hi Guys! I was reading yet another story where Angelus wreaks havoc on Buffy's mental state and I said no more! It's time Buffy shook up Angelus' world a bit. Here's my take on it. Now keep in mind, I wrote this in 20 minutes and where I am, it's really late. It's rough and I think it may need work. So help me out. And if you like it, I may write a second part. TITLE: Even The Score AUTHOR: Aramat EMAIL: Aramat330@aol.com SPOILERS: Innocence RATING: PG SUMMARY: Buffy evens the score DIST: Ask and you'll recieve. After I edit. DISC: The characters are property of Joss Whedon and the WB. FEEDBACK: Please, I beg you. I need it. Even the Score She smiled when she saw him. As he strolled across the room to her she felt a spark of desire for who he used to be, a spark of love for the one he'd replaced. She didn't try to ignore it. Turning her back was how she'd gotten to this point to begin with. She was not ignoring her feelings anymore. And she was going to make sure he didn't ignore his. She waited patiently as he took his time meeting her. She knew it was all part of the game. Keep her waiting, make her sweat. All designed to break her down. It wasn't working this time. This time she had a plan of her own. "You're prompt," she said when he reached her finally. "I like that." He smiled, amused at her words. "I'm glad I could make you happy," he replied his voice deep and smooth. He took a step toward her. "So, why the meeting?" "I wanted to see you," she answered matter-of-factly. She smiled when he raised an eyebrow in quesiton. "Is that so hard to believe?" He nodded. "A little," he answered with a shrug. "But who am I to question how you feel?" "True." She took a step toward him. "Take my hand." He was confused. She saw it in his eyes. It pleased her. He wasn't the only one who could be unpredictable. But along with confusion there was curiousity. He wanted to know what was going on. He obeyed her command, taking her hand in his. He pulled her closer and their bodies were touching. He leaned down, his mouth only inches from hers. "Are we entering the game now, Buffy?" he asked softly. With her hand still in his, he wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her arm behind her back. Buffy felt a moments pain, but she ignored it. She had him where she wanted him. Looking deep into his eyes she shook her head. "Not yet," she answered. "Just taking what I want. And learning a few things along the way." Then slowly, she stretched up and placed her lips on his. There was a pause, and his surprise was clear, but after a second he responded to her lips. Gently he kissed her and she opened up to him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth engaging hers in battle. But Buffy fought strong. Without taking her mouth from his she slammed Angelus into a wall, pinning him hard against it. He groaned softly, as the pain registered, but he didn't stop kissing her. And she didn't stop kissing him. It was only when it was obvious she had to breath did they seperate. She took a moment to catch her breath before she pulled away from him. They stood there watching and waiting to see who would make the first move. It was Buffy who spoke first. "I called you here because I had something to tell you." One second she was standing there looking up at him, the next she was pinned to the wall exactly the way he'd been moments before. "So tell," he said, his voice cold and lethal. He was angry. She liked that. "I just wanted to let you know, you and Angel have two things in common." "Do we really?" he asked in amusement. "Mind filling me in." She nodded. "One, you both want me," she said boldly. "And while they may be for different reasons, the song is still the same. You want me. You need me." His eyes darkened with anger but he didn't bother to deny it, he couldn't. "What's the other thing?" he asked impatiently, suddenly eager for this to be over. Buffy smiled broadly, her eyes reflecting nothing as she looked at him. With a speed that surprised him, Buffy pushed Angelus away from her. While he was still off balance her foot connected with his abdomen and he fell to his knees. She grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to look into her eyes. "The other thing is I'll be the downfall of you both." She leaned forward, placing one more kiss to his lips before punching him, knocking him unconcious. Pushing him away from her, she watched as his body fell to the ground. She picked up her leather jacket from the arm of the chair and slipped it on. With one last look at Angelus' body she walked to the door. Just before she left she whispered two more words. "Game's tied." The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, let me know what you think. If it made absolutely no sense to you at all, tell me. That's why I begged for feedback. I know what's going on, and I want to know if you don't. So, everyone, send those emails! Fill my inbox with feedback. - - ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 02 Feb 1998 08:51:41 PST From: "Black Fire" Subject: DISCUSS: BUFFYFIC: Even the Score (1/1) >Okay, let me know what you think. If it made absolutely no sense to you >at all, tell me. That's why I begged for feedback. I know what's going on, >and I want to know if you don't. So, everyone, send those emails! Fill my >inbox with feedback. Whoa... The Black Fire ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 20:07:44 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "One Vampire's Headache..." (16/?) by Ingrid First is the worst… DISCLAIMER: The characters of Buffy, Giles, Angel, Xander, Willow, Cordy, Spike and Dru, and anyone else I forgot to mention belong to Joss Whedon and the WB. SUMMARY: Takes place day and a half after the last part. If you don’t get this, that’s ‘cause you haven’t read the other parts. If you want to get this, ask me for them. Here’s Johnny! *** "One Vampire’s Headache…" Part the Sixteenth *** "When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools." - --King Lear *** Pale starchy sheets scratched at Buffy’s cheeks as she turned her face up to the light. She was lying in a hospital bed, she realized as she got her bearings. It all came rushing back, and her head throbbed with the memory of it. Wounds near her face and neck were nearly healed- being the slayer, she had that ability, but there was someone who didn’t. The aching emptiness of the room scared her. There was nothing- no word of him, no sign, not even a feeling inside her that told her. There was only a gut-wrenching knot in her stomach that nothing could allay except the knowledge that *he* had survived. *And what if he hadn’t,* her mind railed, almost driving her to the edge. But no. She wouldn’t even go there until she knew. Giles- Giles could tell her. But where was he? A nurse entered the room, perfunctorily checking the stats on the monitor next to Buffy’s bed. When she realized that Buffy was awake, she did a double take. "How could- So soon after- My! How are you feeling?" "Not so bad. But if I’m allowed visitors…" "Oh! Of course! That teacher who’s been waiting around here for so long. Sure. I’ll go get him. You’re sure you feel aright?" "Yeah. Do you know anything about the man they brought in with me? He was attacked too." The nurse raised her eyebrows. "I haven’t seen anyone who’s been attacked here but you. But I have only been on watch today." The knot tightened. "Okay, thanks." A few moments later Giles came rushing into the room. The supposedly unemotional Brit. gathered her up into a warm hug. Buffy was surprised, but Giles’ presence alone was reassuring enough to help her focus reality. Giles Pulled up a chair next to the bed eagerly, and begin a little monologue. "Buffy, I was so worried. The way we found you… I’m just so glad you’re aright-" Buffy smiled, but the tension in the pit of her stomach seemed to rise and fall as if she were on a roller coaster, her fragile soul being jerked about violently. "Giles?" She interrupted him. The words were pathetic. Pleading. Like a child asking a question that could only kill her. But she had to know. "Angel. Is he-" Giles sighed and pulled at his suit jacket. "Buffy, he’s in critical condition. Not only was he mauled by one of the strongest existing vampires in the world, but he was weak from becoming human." "But he’s gonna be okay, right?" Buffy almost wanted a lie. Almost. "They don’t know Buffy. He lost a lot of blood." Before she knew where it was coming from, a sob wracked her body and she buried her face in the uncomfortable pillow. She could almost feel her heart break in that moment. All she could think was *I can’t go on if-* Friendly tears were quick to offer their comfort, but the wetness that slid down her cheeks only cemented the reality she now faced. Giles stood and walked out uncomfortably, knowing she had to be alone, yet unwilling to leave her. Buffy breathed deeply, strength growing with the air in her lungs. She swallowed her grief and resolved to wait. It was all she could do. All there was left to do. She slept. *** END, PART 16 Comments? Questions? Write to me at Ingrid29@juno.com. _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 3 Feb 1998 10:45:45 EST From: NuPhalanx@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: All Alone in the Night Part 3/5 TITLE: All Alone in the Night AUTHOR: NuPhalanx (Mike Z.) EMAIL ADDRESS: NuPhalanx@aol.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anya and Zandarah. Others please ask. FEEDBACK: All comments/CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is greatly appreciated RATING: PG-13 DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of this. The story is my idea; I'm just borrowing certain characters and situations from Joss Whedon's BtVS. All Alone in the Night Part 3 By NuPhalanx (Mike Z.) The fog had thinned somewhat, but visibility was still poor in some areas. Angel took his time as he patrolled the streets, not finding anyone or anything. He was grateful that he had not run in to any vampires. Angel had helped Buffy slay several vampires, but it was something he really didn’t like to do. The Bronze had closed down early tonight since most of the kids had stayed home, and out of the weather. Angel made several sweeps near the warehouses adjacent to the club. The large buildings were a prime hiding place for vampires looking for unwary prey. Finding nothing, he decided to make a run out to the outlying areas of Sunnydale. Usually the vampires preferred to remain near the city, as the suburbs had fewer hiding places. However, with the heavy fog a hungry vamp might range quite far looking for a meal. Angel glanced at his watch. 11PM. With any luck, he would be finished in an hour or so, and he could resume his post outside of Buffy’s bedroom window. He would watch her through the night; to make sure no one would come along and try to fight her in her weakened state. *** Cordelia screamed as she wriggled in the man’s grasp. He winced, then used one of his hands to cover her mouth until he could get through to her. Cordelia kept squealing through his hand. "Miss, I’m not trying to hurt you! What’s wrong?" he asked, in a low, calm voice. Cordelia stopped trying to scream and looked up at him. He slowly removed the hand from her mouth. "Okay, now, tell me what’s wrong?" He was looking around, but couldn’t see anything. Cordelia sagged against him. "There’s two people chasing me. I can’t see them. Help me!" she wailed. She was trying to look over her shoulder. She couldn’t see anything moving through the fog and trees behind her. Had Marci given up? Or was she still waiting for her out there? "Okay, who’s chasing you? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" he asked, holding her at arms length while peering at some nearby trees. "I don’t see anyone," he muttered, keeping his voice low. Cordelia took the chance to look at her rescuer. The man was Caucasian, about five foot nine, with a totally bald head. He had a large, bushy mustache that hung over the corners of his mouth. He was dressed in a black jumpsuit, and was wearing hiking boots and an army field jacket. A strange looking pair of glasses was hanging off his belt. ‘Who is this guy?" she wondered. "A nature boy? Or maybe a vampire?" That thought sent a wave of panic up her body. "Could you let me go now?" she asked meekly, watching him closely. He released her and she backed off a step. She felt the back of her head where Marci had struck her. Her fingers came away sticky with half-dried blood. Grimacing, Cordelia wiped her hand off on some wet leaves. "My name is André. That’s a nasty looking cut you have on your head," he observed, carefully brushing some of her hair away from the wound. Cordelia hissed as his fingers touched a sensitive spot. "Sorry, but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t bleeding." Andrea told her, looking at the top of her head. "One of these people slugged you pretty hard. How’s your head feel?" Cordelia winced as she tried to shrug. "It hurts a little. Nothing a couple of Advil can’t fix." She tried to appear calm as she glanced at some nearby undergrowth. "Um, what are you doing out here?" André smiled at her. "I’m looking for bats. They’re kind of my specialty." He motioned towards the nearby road. "Do you want to get out of here? Is your house close by?" His head was turning back and forth as he surveyed the area. "I still don’t see anybody, but it would be best if we got inside." Cordelia hesitated. This man was alone, as far as she could tell. Marci and her helper were still out here. Yet, Buffy had always told her to be careful whom you invite in to your house. That was the only way a vampire could get in. ‘What do I do now?’ she wondered, watching André closely. He was just standing there, watching her, then glancing at the trees. The silence stretched on while Cordelia debated what to do. ‘If only my head would stop throbbing,’ she thought. ‘At least there’s some other stuff at the house. I can hit this guy if he gets too frisky.’ "Look, if someone out here is after you, let’s get moving, okay?" he stated, keeping his voice low. His tone obviously said: ‘ Quit messing around.’ Cordelia was torn. Her house had been broken in to, but no one else was home and she wasn’t going anywhere else with this guy. ‘Okay, we’ll try my house." She started walking through the woods towards the road. André was right beside her, holding her arm as they maneuvered around the trees. She watched him warily as they left the treeline and headed for the road. *** No one accosted the pair as they walked up the driveway to the Chase mansion. Cordelia’s nerves were on edge. She was expecting Marci to come at her at any time. However, nothing happened. Andrea had been talking to her in a low voice the entire time. He had been asking questions about who had attacked her, and what they looked like. Cordelia wisely decided to say nothing more about Marci and her friend being invisible. Instead, she just gave a vague description of Marci. That seemed to satisfy him. She stepped up to the front door and looked around. Nothing. André gently pushed her aside and slowly opened the door. He peered around it, stepped in, then motioned for her to follow. André closed the door behind them and locked it securely. "Where’s your nearest phone?" he asked her in a whisper. "The phones weren’t working. But there’s a cell phone in the kitchen," she replied, keeping her voice low. She pointed towards a hallway. "That way." "Come on," he said, leading her further in to the house. His was obviously alert, as he kept glancing around the living room as they went through it. Cordelia was glad he was here. She managed to see his reflection in a mirror as they walked by. She sighed with relief at the thought that he wasn’t a vampire. He cautiously pushed his way through the parlor doors in to the kitchen. He whistled in appreciation when he saw the entire room. "This is a nice setup! I bet you mother likes to cook!" he enthused, examining the large food preparation area. Cordelia snorted. "Not really. She lets the cook do all the work. I don’t think she’s even turned the oven on in years." She pulled the cell phone out of its recharging socket and tried to turn it on. There was no dial tone. "Damn it, what is wrong with this thing?" she yelled in frustration. André took the phone from her and looked at the tiny LCD display. "The batteries are dead. That’s odd, considering it was plugged in to that charger." He tossed the phone on to the counter. "Okay, anything else?" he asked. Cordelia shook her head. "The other phones are out. And right now, I really don’t need this!" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She started when something banged against the house. She was trembling when she looked at André. André moved closer to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled reassuringly. She gripped his other arm tightly. The noise didn’t repeat itself. Cordelia was breathing rapidly; her eyes were darting around the kitchen, looking for something, anything, out of place. The only thing they could hear was the sound of their own breathing. André waited for ten minutes, then slowly pried her fingers from his arm. "You’ve got a good grip. Are there any other phones in this house? Anything at all?" Cordelia frantically tried to remember. She shook her head. "No. Now what do we do?" she asked, starting to pace. ‘I still don’t trust this guy, but he hasn’t made a move yet.’ Her eyes wandered over to the rack where several large knives were stored. ‘Only if I have to,’ she thought. ‘Mom would freak if I got blood on her floor.’ "Look, show me one of the phones. Maybe I can fix it?" André asked. "Follow me," Cordelia replied, leading him to the family room. Some of the furniture had been overturned, and pieces of a lamp lay in a heap on the floor. CD’s and their cases were scattered around the room, like someone had been playing with Frisbees. Cordelia gasped as she saw the remnants of the china in its cabinet. Her mom would probably have another breakdown when she saw this. Andrea retrieved the phone from its spot on the floor and examined it closely. He went over to the nearby phone jack and looked up at Cordelia. "Do you have any tools? A sharp knife and a screwdriver would be good." He set the phone on the floor and proceeded to pull some wires out of the wall. "I think I can get this working." He smiled encouragingly at her. "I’ll get some from the utility room," Cordelia answered, relieved to be getting her phone back. She quickly left him and started looking in the small room off the kitchen. She found some tools in the second box she opened. As she made her way back, she grabbed a paring knife from the kitchen and hid it in her sock. ‘Just in case,’ she thought to herself. While Cordelia was off on her errand, André had pulled a small cellular phone out of his jacket. He glanced around to make sure that Cordelia wasn’t watching; then turned it on and punched a number in to it. He let it ring twice before he stuffed the device back in his jacket pocket. He had managed to get some of the wires untangled before Cordelia returned. André thanked her for the tools and proceeded to work on the phone. After a few minutes, he had the wires connected. It was a sloppy job, but it couldn’t be helped. "Will it work?" Cordelia asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Andrea shook his head. "Maybe. Here we go," he said, plugging the phone line in. He picked up the headset and tried to dial. A grim look spread across his face. "Nothing." He rose and gestured towards the kitchen. "I hate to be a pushy guest, but can I get something to drink?" He focused his gaze on her head and continued. "And that cut should be cleaned out." Cordelia blinked, taken aback by the question. "Sure, I guess. But what do we do about getting help?" She tried to keep her voice level. "We stay put until daylight. Then we’ll have to hike out of here. Okay?" He saw how pale her face was getting and gathered her in his arms. "Take it easy. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you." He ran a hand through her tangled hair and looked in her eyes. "Promise." Cordelia kept her body from shaking by pure force of will. ‘I’m not afraid, I’m NOT!’ she thought. "I’m glad you’re here," she whispered, breaking eye contact as she went back to the kitchen. André just stared at her as she walked away. *** Angel was near the end of his patrol. He had left the Kawasaki near the entrance to the Sunnydale Hills residential area. The Hills, as the locals called them, was an exclusive community. The families who lived out here had money, power, or both. Most of the residents reminded Angel of feudal lords. He was relishing this part of his sweep. Angel raced from place to place, using his vampiric senses to scope out the area. It felt good to be in the open, and to be hunting. He wished that Buffy could be with him. The two of them were so much alike – both enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, and the kill. He hoped that someday she would be able to accept him, all of him, including his dark side. He had just cleared a small rise when he saw them. Two figures were moving along the road below. He couldn’t make out any details in the fog, but he could sense their heartbeats. ‘Why would two people be out here at night?’ Angel wondered, dropping to a crouch to observe. He watched as the pair walked closer to a nearby house, and turned to go towards it. ‘Cordelia lives there,’ he thought. ‘This is looking strange.’ He started running, watching the two strangers as he closed the distance. *** Cordelia had brought André a soda. The two of them were in the family room, looking out through the large bay windows. Cordelia was finally starting to relax a little. The throbbing in her head had lessened, thanks to some Advil and André’s careful ministrations.. André had been the perfect gentleman. He had complimented her on the décor of the house, and had admired the Monet that hung over the fireplace. He had just started questioning her about her family when someone knocked at the front door. Cordelia’s eyes went wide with fright. Andre placed a finger on his lips and shook his head. She nodded her understanding as he took her hand and led her to the front room. "Wait here," he whispered, as he pulled a 9mm Baretta from inside his coat. "What the hell –" she started, but a stern glance from him quieted her. He crept slowly to the front door as the knocking started again. He looked back at her once, then nodded. He pulled the door open and backed away, brining the gun to bear. Two figures were standing on the front porch. "Evening, ladies," André Dulcimer said, waving Marci and Rissalla in. The two girls hustled inside and stood near him. Marci giggled at the shocked expression on Cordelia’s face. "Cordelia, let me introduce my associates." Dulcimer had a strange smile on his face. He waved his hand at Marci and Rissalla. "But then, you’ve already met. Ready to finish this, girls?" Cordelia didn’t bother to scream. She just turned and ran for the back of the house. End part 3. - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 11:24:58 -0500 From: sah (by way of sah ) Subject: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN: List rules Welcome! This list is for fiction related to "Buffy The Vampire Slayer," both the TV series and the movie. 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Jill Kirby (jtkirby@mcs.com) & sah (romana@mindspring.com) Listowners, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fiction List buffyfic@xmission.com - - - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 20:46:37 EST From: "The Mistress" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Nightmare At The Hellmouth (1/13) Title:Nightmare At The Hellmouth Author: EA Karras Email address: mattacks@hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anya has a different version (script format) For this version: Anya,, possibly Zandarah. Also me. Others please ask. My page is http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/1205/space.html FEEDBACK: All comments/opinions and suggestions. Rating: Maybe Between PG 13 and R Spoilers: None, that I see Disclaimers: Nightmare On Elm Street belongs to Wes Craven and New Line Cinema. Buffy: The Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and The WB. Jack Mender, the premis of the Dream Slayer and Dr. Vandari belong to me. Part One - "The Nightmare Springwood 1941 John Mender locked the back door to St. Michael's Seminary, feeling quite exausted. Mender was a student, studying to be a priest, as he had for about 6 months. He was nineteen years of age, just barely out of high school. His mother had been less than ecstatic when he'd told her what he was going to do with his life. He hadn't really seen anything else he could have done, he wasn't athletic enough for anything of that sort, and he was too bookish for his own good. His mother still didn't understand. Hearing a noise coming from the end of the alley, he slowly went to investigate, finding what appeared to be a young woman in trouble. He knew he shouldn't interfere, and that he should go to find help. But, something deep inside him told him that he could help her. Something almost primal. As he got closer to the woman, a girl really, he noticed that the two men she was trying to fight off were wearing some kind of stage makeup. A feeling deep in his gut told him that this was very wrong, something was seriously wrong. "Good God..." he muttered, and ran to her aide. With strength that he didn't even know he had, he grabbed the wrist of one of them men. "Let her go. Now." The man hissed at him, a reaction that Mender had not been expecting. The woman looked enraged as well. "You idiot!" she shouted. "Get out of here before...." Her sudden lapse in concentration made the 2nd man jump at her. As he bit into her throat, Mender screamed. He tried to grab the man, but was knocked flat by the first. The last thing Mender heard was the sound of sirens on their way. *********** When he came around, he found himself in a jail cell. His mind was still reeling from what he'd seen. As he sat up, he noticed that an older man was staring at him from outside the bars. The man was wearing a dark brown coat, and his hair looked uncombed. He looked deeply disturbed by something. After a short pause, he asked "Are you John Mender?" Mender walked up to the bars, a question in his eyes. He put his hands, which were shaking, around the steel bars. "Yes...what.." Before he could finish the sentence, the older man had yanked him by the shoulders against the bars. Mender fought the urge to cry out. "My name is Merrick, and I want you to tell me exactly what you saw. Is that clear?" He looked almost deranged. Mender nodded, quickly and was promptly dropped on the floor. Mender struggled to recall exactly wht had happened. His voice was stuttering a bit, "S-some men with um..stage makeup...they uh..t-they attacked a girl..." Merrick nodded, urging Mender to go on. "I uh..I tried to help her..But I couldn't..." Merrick smiled, amused. "You were afraid." He looked as if he found the mere thought of fear a ludicrus idea. That idea horrified Mender. Blind panic was the phrase that would best describe what he was feeling now, and he attempted to quell it. "Of course I was afraid...what kind of stupid...." Merrick hushed him, a kinder smile coming into place. It calmed the young student a bit. But not much. "John, do you believe in the forces of darkness?" That question sent a chill down Mender's back. His stutter seemed to get worse, and he could barely control his shaking hands. He let go of the bars, running a hand through his hair. "Yes...of course...for all things good there is it's evil counterpart....It's..it's w-written in the...C-C-Codex" Merrick looked serious, for the first time in this conversation he looked like someone Mender could trust. "John, I want to help you..." Mender looked at Merrick with an examining look in his eyes. "You're wondering who I am? I'm a watcher, John. And you...well, let's just say you're very important to us...to the Slayer." He let that sink in. Finally,. Mender cleared his throat. His throat felt very dry. "What...what is it you want me to do?" Merrick paused, looking at Mender uncertainly. "I want you to plead insanity..." He saw the look of disbelief in Mender's eyes. "If you don't, they'll surely send you to the electric chair, or worse. They believe you killed that girl.." He paused again. "Besides, we need to you do something for us...Have you heard of the hellmouths?" "The Seven Gates to Hell from Earth?" "We want to send you one, here. In Springwood. You assisted in killing the Slayer, how ever inadvertantly it was.. The new one won't be ready to fight for a while. We have to find her as well, she's moved around quite a bit. " He smiled. "In the meantime, John, you're it. You are our Slayer." ************* End PArt One. 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