From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #44 Reply-To: buffyfic@xmission.com Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk Buffyfic-digest Sunday, March 1 1998 Volume 02 : Number 044 In this issue: Re: HELP: BUFFYFIC: Welcome to the Hellmouth, Scully MISSING PARTS! BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (11/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Request for "Ghost of a Chance" BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (12/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (13/13) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: New Fic BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Welcome to the Hellmouth, Scully 6/6 BUFFYFIC: Hope (1/?) BUFFYFIC: Hope (2/?) 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: Fri, 27 Feb 1998 08:50:38 -0500 From: Carrie Subject: Re: HELP: BUFFYFIC: Welcome to the Hellmouth, Scully MISSING PARTS! At 08:25 PM 2/26/98 PST, Sapphire wrote: >Did you get them? >>Title: Welcome to the Hellmouth, Scully >>Author: Sapphire crap!! I just finished part 2 only to find out I don't have parts >3 or 4!!! Can someone send these to me? this is a good story :) Yes thanks, someone sent them to me :) GREAT story btw. My two favorite shows rolled up into one...:) Carrie - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Feb 1998 19:38:39 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (11/?) by Ingrid My just barely hanging on DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without permission, and I’m not making any money on this. SUMMARY: Okay, guys, I know I haven’t written for a long time. I’ve been busy, and sick, and I’m still sick…and busy. This takes place the morning after part 10, and is supposed to be funny. I hope you think so. Oh yeah. No more normal Buffyverse, since "Passion" killed that, if you’ll pardon the expression. So it takes place after "BBB." 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. I’d love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29@juno.com. I’ll continue to refer to the souls of each individual. If I’m talking about Willow’s soul in Angel’s body, for example, I’ll call her Willow, and I’ll refer to Willow as she (even if she is in Angel’s body). The Chemistry in here is purely stuff remembered from last year. I think it’s right. If it isn’t, you have my permission to beat me with a test tube. *** "Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid Part 11 *** It must be an earthquake, Angel thought. Everything was trembling, and there was some kind of siren going off. He bolted up in bed with the supposed emergency, and then relaxed again when he saw the alarm clock, buzzing like mad, and Buffy shaking him awake. No siren. No earthquake. Just Buffy. Which, in this situation, could be worse. "Come, on, Angel," you’ve got to get yourself out of bed now. The bus will be here in ten minutes, and you’re still wearing your PJ’s! Angel’s eyes popped open, and reality snapped back into place. He was Willow for the day, and he’d best not screw her up any more than he had to. Just get through the day, he thought to himself reassuringly. Buffy emerged from the closet, holding a pair of overalls and a green and blue-striped shirt. "Here- Put these on." Angel looked at the clothes in horror. Though he admired the hacker for her integrity and honesty, her fashion sense was well…different. "Angel, no time to be getting picky," Buffy cautioned, "Get a move on!" He flew into the bathroom, and emerged moments later wearing the rather loud outfit. "Now what?" "This is the way we wash our face," Buffy sang. "Oh." "Here." Buffy was merciful, taking control with the washcloth. Then she put paste on his tooth brush and shoved it at him. "Here. Go." He brushed his teeth furiously, finally setting the brush down on the bathroom counter. "Sit on the bed," Buffy ordered, whipping out a hairbrush. "Ow," Angel complained, as the brush caught a tangle in his long red hair, and Buffy yanked it out. "You know what they say… No pain, no gain" In seconds, Buffy had flipped the long red hair up into a clip with teeth. "That should do," she said, satisfied with her handiwork. "Now get your bookbag. Let’s go." She practically shoved Angel down the stairs. They broke into a run as they saw the bus pull up to the corner. Severely out of breath, they settled into a seat side by side. "Well you’re efficient," he commented, a slight smile playing on his face. "They don’t call me the slayer for nothing," she quipped, and then a serious expression stole across her face. "You do have the report, right?" Panic took hold until he pulled a small black binder from Willow’s bookbag. He sighed audibly. "Now remember what we went over. Avoid any potential non-Willow-like behavior. Check in at the library at lunch. Make sure to eat, but beware of the meatloaf, and I cannot emphasize that enough. It’s deadly. Quiz time: What’s a mole?" Angel thought about what Willow had told him for a moment. "6.02 x 10 to the negative 23rd. Is that right?" Buffy’s brow wrinkled "How should I know?" She paused. "Okay, let’s move on. How about situational irony?" "I think that covers the current situation," he remarked with a twitch of his lips. "Oh. Right," she answered distractedly, "You’ll be okay. Just avoid…everything." "Uh… I’ll try." "Now Oz knows what’s going on. He’ll help you out if you’re not sure of something." "Okay, Buffy. You’d better relax. It’s just a day of school. I think I can handle it." "It’s not that, really. I’m just nervous. About tonight." "Me too. But Giles said this spell was easy. Don’t worry, Buffy. I’ll be back to normal tonight." She smiled nervously. "I hope so." *** END, PART 11 Tell me everything! (Ingrid29@juno.com) "You don't look back along time, but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface; sometimes that; sometimes nothing." --Margaret Atwood _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 15:08:51 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Request for "Ghost of a Chance" To whom it may concern: I got some requests for my story, "Ghost of a Chance," and I think I may have deleted one of them. If you sent a request to me and didn't get a response, write again. I'll be happy to send them to you. My apologies!! - -Ingrid "You don't look back along time, but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface; sometimes that; sometimes nothing." --Margaret Atwood _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 15:39:30 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (12/?) by Ingrid My dying =P DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without permission, and I’m not making any money on this. SUMMARY: I’m trying to keep writing, even though I have a hundred billion other things to do! Forgive me if I whine. =) This takes place the same day as part 11, and deals with Angel in school. Oh yeah. No more normal Buffyverse, since "Passion" killed that, if you’ll pardon the expression. So it takes place after "BBB." 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. I’d love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29@juno.com. I’ll continue to refer to the souls of each individual. If I’m talking about Willow’s soul in Angel’s body, for example, I’ll call her Willow, and I’ll refer to Willow as she (even if she is in Angel’s body). *** "Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid Part 12 *** Angel made a noble attempt to fight the current of students that plowed through the halls, but he wasn’t making much progress. A tall girl elbowed him on her way into the gym. He’d almost forgotten about his new size. How could she stand being this low to the ground? He had to stand on his toes to see anything now. Buffy was gone, and he was adrift in a sea of oblivious, but brutal students. Eventually, after a few unsuccessful trips through the halls, he managed to find homeroom. Oh great- computer class. He didn’t know the first thing about computers. He wandered into the room nervously, drifting past one terminal and another wondering how the hell he was going to find his seat. Ms. Calendar was no where to be found- Ms. Calendar, he thought. Good. That meant he wouldn’t have to answer any questions this period. After searching through the pile of disks at each terminal, he eventually found a disk with Willow’s name on it. He plopped down on one of the hard plastic chairs, exhausted already. And the day had just begun. Ugh. Then, as if by some comic cue, things got worse. Xander sat down on his right. "Hey Will. What’s with the Buffy hair?" "Xander- This is kind of hard to explain, but I’m not Willow." He paused, then he mocked comprehension and hit himself on the head. "Right, you must be her evil twin, Brillo." "No. Xander, listen to me. I’m not Willow. I’m Angel." "Is there a punch-line to this joke, Willow?" "It’s not a joke. Um… there was this ritual that Miss Calendar performed. It was a way to retrieve my soul. Things kind of got mixed up, and now I’m Willow, and she’s me." "If I laugh, will you stop? ‘Cause there really isn’t anything that can save this joke." Angel rolled his eyes. "I’m serious, Xander." Finally, realization hit. "Where is Willow," he demanded seriously, getting territorial. "She’s staying at Ms. Calendar’s house," Angel replied reassuringly, "Don’t worry, Xander. We’re performing the soul-switch ritual tonight. Giles said it’s one of the easier spells. We’ll both be back to ourselves tonight. "You’d better," Xander threatened. Surveying him suspiciously. Then he turned back to his computer. Angel sighed in exasperation. This was going to be a long day. Jenny Calendar rushed into her class just as the bell rang. She shot a sympathetic glance at Angel as she dropped her books on the table. "Okay, Class," she began, "Today we’re going to work on some more C++ coding. Take out your saved programs." *** Angel wracked his brain for an answer. Geez. Why couldn’t they have had a history quiz, he asked himself, perturbed. They hadn’t had math courses like this when he was young. Hell, school was a joke back then! Then it came to him. He grabbed the pen and wrote "The Heisenberg uncertainty principal." The bell buzzed obnoxiously. Angel handed in his test and forced his way into the library. Buffy was waiting at the table, anxiously playing with her hair. Angel tried to look cheerful. "Hi," he greeted, sitting down next to her. She jumped, looking up instantly. "Oh. Hey. You okay?" "Sure," he answered, shrugging, "I’m managing." "That bad?" She patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah." He hit his head against the desk. "I never believed the stuff you told me. It all seemed so exaggerated." She tapped a pencil on the desk. "But…?" "Okay, okay. You were right." "Even about Robby the Jello slinger?" He covered his eyes and groaned. "Don’t remind me." She laughed. "It’s not so bad when you get used to it." He peeked at her from behind his fingers. "Okay, it is." She laughed. "Poor Angel. I’d always hoped that being a vampire, you’d never have to know the horrors of high school. Another one of my dreams down the drain." She looked at the clock. "Uh-oh. Time for sixth period. That’s History. Don’t worry. I’ll shove you if you start snoring." Angel rolled his eyes and picked up his bookbag. Another three periods to go. He’d be really relieved after tonight. That was if he made it to tonight. At this rate, he didn’t know if he would. *** END, PART 12. If you don’t have anything nice to say… tell me anyway!!!! (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: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 21:59:56 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Ghost of a Chance" (13/13) by Ingrid My dead =P DISCLAIMER: Buffy Sommers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, Jenny Calendar & co. are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and the WB. I borrow them without permission, and I’m not making any money on this. SUMMARY: Conclusion. It’s ritual time! Oh yeah. No more normal Buffyverse, since "Passion" killed that, if you’ll pardon the expression. So it takes place after "BBB." 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. I’d love to hear any comments you have, so write to me at Ingrid29@juno.com. I’ll continue to refer to the souls of each individual. If I’m talking about Willow’s soul in Angel’s body, for example, I’ll call her Willow, and I’ll refer to Willow as she (even if she is in Angel’s body). *** "Ghost of a Chance," by Ingrid Part 13 *** "A Limrick's writtn to plas, Lik a man on a flying trapz. I rgrt that this sampl Sts no good xampl, But you may rdm it with as." - -Laurence Perrine *** Angel looked down at the desk in surprise. A tiny teardrop soaked into his book cover. He didn’t believe it: bored to tears. He’d always thought that was just an expression. *Guess not,* he thought as another dark spot appeared on the book. The professor’s monotonous voice continued to drone in his ear like an obstinate fly. He closed his eyes momentarily and exhaled slowly. Just a few more minutes… Something shoved him hard. Buffy, he thought. "Miss Rosenberg?" He turned to look at Buffy, who was anxiously gesturing at the front of the room. Suddenly, he saw the bottom of a suit and a tie in front of the desk. Looking up timidly, he found beady black eyes boring into his own. "Miss Rosenberg! Do you mind telling us what you were doing with your face on the desk?" He looked at Buffy, who was shrugging with a pained expression on her face. "Uh… resting my head?" Buffy’s features crunched up and she shook her head in dismay. "Would you mind telling us the name of the ship that was sunk by the British U-Boats?" "The Lusitania," Angel answered easily. That was almost too easy. Less than one-hundred years ago! The history teacher seemed taken aback. "Very well, Miss Rosenberg. Just rest your head at home next time." Angel sank back into the chair confidently, and shot a sly glance at Buffy. She was watching him appreciatively, giving him a thumbs-up sign. Then the bell rang. Angel ambled out of class smiling. He was finally getting the hang of this, he thought, expertly guiding himself through the maze that was Sunnydale High. He could almost stand life like this. Then he thought of Robby the Jello-slinger. Almost. *** Jenny placed the huge book down on the desk and looked up at Giles anxiously. "We’re gonna get this." It was nighttime in the library, and Giles and Jenny were preparing for the ritual in his office. The gang was waiting in the library, chatting- or arguing together. "Jenny, calm down. This isn’t the most difficult spell you’ve performed." "But it better be the most successful," she expressed vehemently, "I can’t mess this up Rupert. I have an obligation. To Buffy. To Angel. To Willow. If I don’t get this right-" "You will," he assured her, folding one of her hands in his. Then it was time. They proceeded out into the main floor quickly, familiar with the ritual, having performed it twice already. Angel and Willow stepped into the circle and held hands and Jenny began to chant. "Lach-nah-tae," Buffy mumbled along with Jenny, the words ingrained in her memory. The familiar fire cascaded down around the two figures, and played like a video before the slayer. The smoke expanded quickly, filling the room. Jenny coughed a bit, but this time, she didn’t pass out. Buffy approached the circle with a mixture of apprehension and hope. Once again, the two figures were sprawled out on the floor haphazardly. She took both their hands and smiled. Somehow, she knew. This time, it *had* worked. Miss Calendar looked on pensively. Giles waited beside her, offering his quiet support. They awoke almost at once. Willow grabbed her hair and squealed. "I’m back! I’m back!" Her smile was contagious. She hugged Buffy fiercely, and then even swept Angel into a bear hug. She released him, and a pained look of sympathy rested on her face. "I understand," she said simply, wincing as she said it. And he knew. He nodded in appreciation. Willow was a wonderful friend, he thought. Buffy was lucky to have her. Then his gaze returned to Buffy. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. Over her shoulder, he saw Jenny Calendar with a bigger grin than he’d thought her capable of. Even the watcher was beaming. He had so much to tell Buffy- they had so much to work out, and he instantly wanted her alone. There was time for that, though, he thought, as he looked at the smiling faces around him, now that he finally had time back. *** END. What did you think, fellow slayerettes? Let me know! Ingrid29@juno.com. Did anybody enjoy my Limerick? Hee hee! _____________________________________________________________________ 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 Mar 1998 00:09:06 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: New Fic (A few notes from the author) This is just so everybody knows I haven't dropped off the face of the earth when you stop getting my fanfics. I AM writing a new fanfic, but I'm going to post it only after I've written the whole thing. This should be a fun one. It takes place about 10 years into the future, and it's a mix of the post-"passion" universe and my post-"One Vampire's Headache..." universe. If anyone wants to help me with ideas, feel free to write. In particular, I'm having trouble with what to do with Willow in 10 years. If you have any suggestions, please write! (Ingrid29@juno.com) - -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, 1 Mar 1998 00:51:33 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Welcome to the Hellmouth, Scully 6/6 This was fantastic! Normally I detest crossovers, but this was a fine job! It was a bit mushy for Mulder and Scully, but I loved the way you brought Angel back! The werewolf comment at the end was hysterical! - -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: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 23:30:23 PST From: "Sara Barton" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope (1/?) Author: Sara B. Sara114@hotmail.com Rating: Varies...will be posted at beginning of each part. Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its characters, yada yada yada belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, WB, and Fox.... I’m just borrowing them, (although I wish Angel was mine!) Everything else belongs to me! Author’s note: This is your usual generic story. Angel is still good, so basically in my story surprise/innocence didn’t happen. Willow and Oz are together, and Xander and Cordy are still hiding their secret utility closet rondevu’s. This is going to be a long story, and will take some time so be patient with me. I’m not very good at story telling, so if this totally sucks and isn’t read-worthy, just let me know.Oh yeah, and I want feedback, feedback, and more feedback. I don’t care if it’s good or bad, just tell me what you thought of it. PART 1 PG: Mild language It was a beautiful day in Sunnydale. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there hadn’t been a vampire attack in days. This worried Rupert Giles. He knew that some kind of evil would be coming to Sunnydale. He could sense it. The only problem was that he didn’t know what was going to happen, or when. He feared for Buffy, Xander, Willow, Jenny, and even Cordelia’s safety. If anything ever happened to them, especially Buffy, he would never forgive himself. Giles sat in the library, going through all his books, but he was having no luck. He had been up all night researching. His worries had made him unable to sleep. “This is hopeless,” he sighed and put his book down. “I can’t find a damn thing.” He took a quick glance at the clock. “10:00 a.m.” With his elbows propped on the table he closed his eyes and rubbed his aching temples. Slowly the watcher opened his eyes and glanced down at the open book. He was about to close it and give up, but something caught his eye. He picked up his glasses and turned on his desk lamp. “What is this?” He began reading: “On the night of the first full moon in the first month of the One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eighth year ‘El Noche de Ascende’ will fall over the earth , and all the vampires in the world will join together and create an unstoppable force killing everything in their path, taking no mercy.” He stopped reading, and laughed at himself. “Well this is almost the same damn thing as before,” He had the sinking feeling of defeat, but decided to read the rest of it. “Leading them will be Angelus...” He started violently choking on the drink of water he had taken. “Dear *cough* God *cough*.” When he was able to compose himself, he almost felt as if he would throw up. “Angel? Leading the vampires?” Giles grabbed the book and finished reading “He will be named as the new Master at midnight on the full moon for the true Master was killed by the slayer. In a ceremony he will become the most vicious and powerful vampire. By his side will be his one true love, and together they will rule the earth.” Giles felt his heart almost stop. “Oh God,” he breathed and panic set in. He looked over is shoulder at the calendar. The next full moon was Saturday. That was only four days away. “This can’t be true.” He sat there, trying to stay calm. He read the prophecy again and again. As he got to the last line, fear overwhelmed him. “By his side will be his one true love, and together they will rule the earth....” his voice trailed off. “Oh no. BUFFY!!!” he cried out loudly. “What am I going to do? I can’t tell her this.” He sat in his thoughts, not knowing what do to. Just then the silence was broken by two familiar voices. “So which color looked better on me? The blue or the green?” “The blue. It brings out your highlights.” “Are you sure? I mean, the green goes with most of my clothes.” Giles looked up to see Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenburg laughing and talking as they strolled on over to their usual table. “Hey Giles, what’s up?” Buffy asked in her usual cheerful way. She hopped up on the table and crossed her legs. He just looked at her, not knowing what to say. “Hello? Earth to Giles? Come in Giles?” she said, waving her hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. “Huh? W-What? Oh, oh yes. Hello Buffy.” He turned his back to her. “Um, is there something wrong? Are you okay? You seem kind of, well, out of it. Like your mind is somewhere else.” The watcher just stood there, not knowing what to tell her. “Uh...I...I am fine, Buffy.” He knew that he had to tell her about he prophecy, but he was afraid of how she would react. He thought back to when she overheard him and Angel talking about how she would be led into hell and the Master would kill her. She was hysterical. He didn’t want to put her through that pain again. “There is something wrong, isn’t there?” Buffy could always sense emotion. She knew that there was something terribly wrong with him. She sensed his fear. Giles couldn’t look at her. “I won’t lie to you. Yes, there is something wrong.” “Then tell me what it is.” He slowly turned to face her. Her blue eyes gazed at him intently, waiting for his answer. He hesitated. “W..Well, Buffy, I have come across something very disturbing...I-I had begun to get worried on account of the lack of vampire activity, so I consulted my books and....” Interrupting him, Xander Harris bolted into the library with Cordelia Chase right at his heels. They were arguing about something. “Excuse me, monkey boy, but I’m not finished with you!” Cordelia shouted, annoyed. Xander spun around so quickly it caused Cordelia to run right into him. “Ooooohhh. Is Cordy getting mad? You shouldn’t be getting angry. It leads to stress, and stress causes zits. You wouldn’t want a blemish, would you?” Xander said, mocking her. “Shut up!!! Maybe if you weren’t such a complete moron, I wouldn’t have to get angry!” she snarled. “God, Cordelia. What is your freaking problem?!” “My freaking problem is you!!! “Why are you like this? Every day you drag me into that closed to do God knows what, then you yell at me. Just admit it. You know you want me....” Cordelia sharply elbowed him and Xander stopped talking and looked up and saw Buffy, Willow, and Giles starting at them with perplexed expressions on their face. “Uhhh...you uhh...uhh...you, uhh...want me to fix your car,” he said, quickly and walked as far away form her as he could. Cordelia gave him a dirty look. “So guys, ha ha ha, what’s up?” “Everything okay?” Buffy asked suspiciously. “Of course it is!” Cordelia said, with fake enthusiasm. “Xander and I were just, arguing, about, um, stuff.” She knew that they weren’t buying it, so she changed the subject. “So, what’s on the agenda for today? Vampires, obituaries, Inca mummies, oh, lemme guess...you found a dead body in the locker room?” “Well Giles was just about to tell me something important. Giles?” The slayer said. The watcher took a deep breath and started to speak. “W..Well y..you all need to hear this,” he stammered, “so listen carefully. I’m going to warn you that this horrible news. I have come across a new prophecy.” He looked at Buffy and almost shed a tear. , he thought, He took another deep breath, and noticed his hands were shaking. Giles bent down and picked up is book. “I’m going to read something that will affect us all.” With a deep breath, he spoke. “O-on the n..ight of the first full moon in the f-first month of the One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eighth year ‘El Noche del Ascende’ will fall over the earth, and all the vampires in the world will join together and create an unstoppable force, killing everything in their path, taking no mercy...” He stopped, not wanting to keep reading. “Its okay, Giles, just keep reading,” Buffy said softly. He felt a huge lump in his throat and gulped. He wiped the sweat of his brow, and looked down. Buffy just stared at him. All of the sudden she felt overwhelming fear and grabbed the book away from him. “Buffy! No!” he cried, but it was to late. She began to read. “Leading them will be...Angelus,” she heard Willow gasp. Buffy stopped reading and looked at Giles, but he looked away. She continued, “He will be named as the new Master at midnight on the full moon for the true Master was killed by the slayer. In a ceremony he will become the most vicious and powerful vampire. By his side will be his one true love, and together they will rule the earth.” ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 23:32:41 PST From: "Sara Barton" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope (2/?) Author: Sara B. Sara114@hotmail.com Rating: Varies...will be posted at beginning of each part. Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its characters, yada yada yada belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, WB, and Fox.... I’m just borrowing them, (although I wish Angel was mine!) Everything else belongs to me! Author’s note: This is your usual generic story. Angel is still good, so basically in my story surprise/innocence didn’t happen. Willow and Oz are together, and Xander and Cordy are still hiding their secret utility closet rondevu’s. This is going to be a long story, and will take some time so be patient with me. I’m not very good at story telling, so if this totally sucks and isn’t read-worthy, just let me know.Oh yeah, and I want feedback, feedback, and more feedback. I don’t care if it’s good or bad, just tell me what you thought of it. PART 2 PG (Language) “Oh my God.” she said softly. She dropped the book and backed away from it. Buffy felt like her body was going to collapse. She flung her hand over her mouth as tears formed in her eyes. “That can’t be true.” Everyone sat there in silence. Buffy started turned to her watcher and grabbed his arms. “This can’t be true! The other prophecy didn’t come true? Remember, I lived. I didn’t die. I lived. I lived damn it! And I killed the master!” “No Buffy,” Willow said softly, “You died. Even though it was only for a few moments, you still died.”. “No. It won’t happen to Angel. We have to do something. We have to stop it.” She ran over to the pile of books that Gills had been searching through and threw one at him.” She did the same to Cordy, Xander, and Willow, but they just stood there, not really knowing what to do. “What are you all waiting for? Start looking!” Xander put down the book and walked over to his blonde haired friend. “There isn’t anything we can do.” He tried to put his arm around her but she pushed him away. “No. There is something. There has got to be.” She pleaded. But she knew deep in her heart that it was hopeless. She sat down on the steps and didn’t say anything. She didn’t cry. She didn’t move. There was an awkward silence. Giles spoke first. “Buffy, we have got to keep you safe.” “Me? What about Angel? It said...Oh God...no...” her voice trailed off into silence. “This is awful. What can we do?” Willow asked, putting her arms around her still friend. “Its gonna be okay,” she whispered to Buffy. “I don’t know Willow, I just don’t know.” Giles replied. He felt so helpless. “What does “El Noche del Ascende’ mean, Giles?” Willow asked. “Uhh...roughly translated, it would be spanish for ‘The Night of the Rising’,” he told her. Cordelia spoke up. “Well who is Angel’s true love?” “Duh Einstein. It’s Buffy. Everyone knows how much he loves her.” Xander said dryly. “Just can it, Xander. Stop trying to be funny, ” snapped Cordelia. “What? All I said was...” “Your not helping!!!” she interrupted. “Huh? Why I oughta just...” Xander stood up and started walking toward her, but Giles stopped him. “Cordelia, Xander, please stop it. We don’t need you arguing right now. This is a very serious matter and the whole damn world is at stake,” Giles said. The two teenagers stopped and gave each other dirty looks. Even thought they pretended to hate each other, secretly there was such passion and chemistry between them that they couldn’t control. “Xander, you are right. Buffy is Angel’s true love. That is why we have got to keep her away from him.” “No.” “What?” “You heard me, Giles. I said no. There is no way you can keep me away from him.” “But Buffy you read the prophecy. It said that his true love will rule by his side. They will make you a vampire.” Willow said. “I’m sorry but I will never stay away from him. I love him too damn much.” “Buffy you are one of the strongest slayers in history, but there is no way that you can take on an army of that caliber and force.” Giles said. “No. I have to face it. It is my job. I can’t just run away when something like this happens. Maybe your right. Maybe I will die, but I will die fighting.” Buffy walked over to where her weapons are kept and picked up a crossbow. “I’m the slayer and I was chosen to fight all the vampires, and that is exactly what I will do.” “Buffy...” “I’m sorry but this is a risk I will just have to take.” “Look. You wanted me to run when it was prophesied that the Master was going to kill me, and when Spike and Drusilla came into town, but I can’t do it. I can’t run away from these things. It is my destiny to fight.” The Slayer slammed the crossbow down on the table, snapping it in two, and picked up Giles’ book. “I can’t believe all this is happening.” “We will do all we can. I’ll see what I can find in my diaries. Willow, uh, uh, you should s..start looking on that blasted machine--” “Do you mean the computer?” She asked with a smile. “Y..y.es. And Xander, Cordelia and you--” “..should start looking in all the books. I know I know.” “Uuggghhh!!! Why do I always get stuck with him?” Cordy whined. “NOT NOW, Cordelia!” Buffy, Xander, and Willow said in unison. “Well fine then,” she muttered under her breath. “Well what should I do Giles...” Buffy was cut off shortly by a loud slamming of the library door. She looked over and saw Principle Snyder walk in. “Well well well. Isn’t this a quaint little meeting. May I ask why you are all not in class? Maybe you can provide the explanation, Miss Summers?” “Uh...Uh, Well...We were all just leaving, right guys?” Buffy stammered as she grabbed her bag. The four friends scrambled to leave the room when he cut them off. He pushed his way in front of them. “Not so fast, Miss Summers. Now you listen and you listen good.” The evil look on Snyder’s face almost frightened Buffy. It was almost as bad as a vampire. “I don’t like you. I don’t like you at all. You give off the aroma of suspension. Maybe even expulsion. That is why you are going to show around the new student that just transferred here from San Diego.” He smirked at her. “She is waiting outside. Go introduce yourself.” When she just stood there, he got angry. “NOW!” “With all do respect, Mame, Uh I mean Sir,” Xander said while Willow put her hand over her mouth and tried to stifle her laugh, “If you don’t like Buffy then why would you put the care of a new student in her hands?” Snyder glared at him. “You’d better watch it, Mr. Harris. One more comment like that out of you and its detention time.” he snapped. “Don’t question my authority.” And with that, he walked out of the library. “Yikes. What crawled up his butt this morning?” “I heard that Mr. Harris.” Snyder’s voice said from the hall. “Are you coming, Miss Summers?” Buffy sighed. “Yes Mr. Snyder. I’ll be right there.” Buffy picked up her black leather bag and made way to leave when she turned around and said, “Guys, Please do everything that you can.” “Don’t worry Buffy, we will,” ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ End of Buffyfic-digest V2 #44 ***************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffyfic to majordomo@xmission.com. You will need to go through a confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually approve your subscription request, so it may take some time. Back issues of this digest can be found at: ftp://ftp.xmission.com/pub/lists/buffyfic/archive/ Dalton Spence has also provided an index of the buffyfic archive at: http://www.hwcn.org/~ag775/BUFFYFIC.HTM For help, contact Jill Kirby (jtkirby@mcs.com) or sah (romana@mindspring.com)