From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (Buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: Buffyfic-digest V2 #56 Reply-To: buffyfic@xmission.com Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk Buffyfic-digest Friday, March 13 1998 Volume 02 : Number 056 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: "Footsteps" (2/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: Restoration Part Three of ???? BUFFYFIC: An apology BUFFYFIC: "Footsteps" (3/?) by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: Moments of Truth (1/1) BUFFYFIC: Virus Warning Re: BUFFYFIC: Virus Warning BUFFYFIC: Fan Fiction BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: "Footsteps" by Ingrid BUFFYFIC: Moments of Truth (1/1) Revised BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Curious Goods BUFFYFIC: Memoria Tenere Memoriam (1/?) by EJJ 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: Tue, 10 Mar 1998 19:07:45 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Footsteps" (2/?) by Ingrid Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in my story. They belong to Whedon, WB, Kuzui, Sandollar, Mutant Enemy and anyone else I forgot. I'm using them without permission, but I'm making no money on this. Summary: Part two of a Spike/ Willow story. Aww... Aren't they cute? Extra thanks to Jen the noodlebrain for editing and idea help! (Isn't it amazing how a stray thought can lead to a story within a matter of hours?) ************* "Footsteps" by Ingrid Part Two ************* Months and months- gelatin in a cage. She felt boneless now, barely moving at all for days at a time. He always came. Every other day, he'd feed her, try to get her to talk for about an hour, give up, and then leave. She was getting curious, though. It was becoming more and more difficult not to answer his questions, or to comment on his observations. At times, she'd even began a reply. He'd look interested then, his blue eyes sparking up, but then she would again sink back into her limbo, which was as real a world as any at this point. She'd studied the patterns of the floor thousands of times. Other than that, there wasn't much to do other than sleep. She'd slept for the majority of the time she'd been here out of sheer boredom. How long had she been here? Weeks? Months? Years? Today was no different than the rest of the times she'd been here. She'd traced the familiar concrete below the suspended prison, and then slept some more. It was dark again when she woke up. His steps were familiar. She could hear the pattern in her head. *Click, click, click* He didn't bother to speak, and the ritual was over quickly. He emptied the glass down her throat, and sat on the box, merely watching her still figure. "How would you like it if I said I'd let you out of there tonight?" She wanted to speak- to say something, but she remained silent out of habit. She heard the sigh she'd heard everyday for the past million years, as she'd begun to think it, and once again the footsteps. "Wait!" she cried between echoes. The voice was unfamiliar- raspy and dry and old from disuse. She wondered if he'd heard her, and then again whether she'd even said it. There was silence, and something compelled her to try again. "Spike? I'd like it." The footsteps returned and grew closer. She sighed. Getting out of the cage suddenly seemed like the first real desire she'd had since- There was a noise, and slowly, she felt herself being lowered. The cage was several feet off the ground when he'd stopped and secured the crank. There was a resounding click, and then a squeak as the gate swung open. She pulled herself up on her knees awkwardly. The pain took her by surprise. Easing forward, she crawled to the edge. Spike was waiting below, his arms outstretched. She reached out, and let him pull her out and lower her to the ground. Her head was swimming as she felt her feet hit the pavement. She was facing him now, still being supported. "You alright?" he asked, looking into her eyes. She tried to nod convincingly. As he moved his arms away, though, she collapsed. He grabbed her before she could go far. She clung to his neck for dear life, her doe eyes dazed, startled. Spike pulled at her waist. "That's what you get for not moving in a month," he chided good-humoredly. She smiled and let herself go in his arms, studying his pale face afresh. Bleached hair, fair complexion; he had some sort of innocence, sanity. Humanity. He smiled back at her curiously, content that she'd shown some sign of feeling. Suddenly they were both quiet, staring at each other awkwardly, all smiles vanishing. Spike's face grew serious, and his light eyes sobered quickly. They stood for a bit, trapped in a spell that hadn't existed a few moments ago. Seconds clicked away like footsteps, echoing throughout the room. Embarrassingly and loudly, time went on. Willow's face felt hot. Did vampires blush? Spike cleared his throat, dispersing the magic in an instant. "I'm gonna have to carry you," he observed, lifting her easily. They passed through one cold room after another, finally ending up in a nicer room. It was small, but there was a lacy bed in the center that looked like heaven compared to her previous abode. He set her down gingerly, watching her eyes the entire time. She smiled shyly, sitting up against the soft pillows, and yawned. That she couldn't help. Her eyes were heavy, and her muscles sore even from the minor exertion. "I don't come in here much anymore," he explained, pulling the covers back, "I thought you might be more comfortable." "Thank you," she sighed, eyes already closing. She crawled under the covers and felt him tuck them about her. She knew there were footsteps as he left, but she was too tired to hear them. *** Mail comments to Ingrid29@juno.com. Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to Normalcy," "One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance," and "Footsteps." _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Wed, 11 Mar 1998 01:18:16 -0800 From: Angel's Lover Subject: BUFFYFIC: Restoration Part Three of ???? The following is the third part in an on going story I am writing. The characters do not belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Productions, Warner Bros and all those associated with BTVS. I am not making money off of this, and no copyright infringment was intended. This gets angsty in parts... know that Giles' reactions are the subject of my own reactions to some news I received recently similar to this situation. They are honest emotions, and I suppose I am using this story as a forum for my feelings, however, I believe this all fits together. I don't know where this story is going or where it will end, so I'll just keep writing and posting until the end makes it's presence known. Please forward all comments to Lea at either lfox@continuum.org or angelslover@geocities.com . Thanks for reading, and enjoy! _____________________ Restoration ~ Part Three Buffy hesitated at the stairs leading to the library. Yes, Giles had helped return Angel's soul... willingly according to Willow, but facing him now... Ack.. it was almost too much. She turned to look over her shoulder, Angel was watching her from the far end of the street. He smiled reassuringly, a warm smile the likes of which Buffy had been missing for too long. The strength it took for Angel to smile so at her when she knew that deep down his soul was eating itself away with the guilt of what his body had done gave Buffy the strength she needed to climb those stairs. One by one she climbed until she stood at the library door. Her fingers gently caressed the door knob, but one last look at Angel as he disappeared into the night propelled her forward. With a deep breath, Buffy crossed the threshold into Giles' territory. The first thing to strike her was the overwhelming silence of the building. Of course, as a library, it had always been a quiet place, but tonight something had changed. It was almost as though something had died, something that wasn't just Jenny Calendar, but something vital to the very essence of the building. Something Giles put into the air with his mere presence. Something burried so deep within him that Buffy hadn't noticed, until it was gone. Until now. Silently she lowered her aching body into a chair and listened to the nothing commanding her attention. There she stayed until something shifted on the second level. Her eyes rose to meet those of the ragged man before her. Giles sighed. "How long were you planning on remaining?" His voice was without tone. "As lnog as it takes to talk to you." He shrugged. "Talk all you like; it matters not." Buffy chewed nervously on her lip as she flicked her eyes away. "I... I have to thank you." she murmered quietly. Giles turned his back to her, making as though he were searching through the rows of books. "Don't. If I'd had my initial choice Angel would be dead now, only his body would have turned to dust. Not like Jenny's. Do you know what Jenny is doing right now, Buffy? Do you?" The girl blinked, her voice breaking. "I.. I.. don't... ah... I.." The watcher's fist drove into the shelf sending books flying in every direction. Buffy jumped. "Rotting, Buffy. Jenny is in a grave, six feet under the ground, rotting! Her beautifu eyes.. gentle hands... smiling lips... its all gone." A sob broke over him, his shoulders shaking as he supported himself against the shelf. "All gone..." Her heart broke for her tortured friend, knowing, not exactly, but still knowing through what he was suffering. "Giles... not everything is gone. You still have us... you'll always have me. I swear." "You swear." His voice grew harsh. "Yes, you swear. You swear as you leave to fight vampires, demons, hell spawn.. all of it.. that you will always return. So have all the other slayers, my dear, and you know what happened to them? The oldest slayer recorded was nineteen, Buffy, nineteen. Three years she managed to stay alive before she was finally slain herself. How long do you think you will last? Tell me that!" Her eyes welled up with tears. "Giles, what are you saying?" He sighed, his voice calming. "The only things that I ever believed to be eternal were love and our battle against the dark forces. When Jenny died, love died. All there is now is the war and..." "And?" "Silence." ************************ A tapping on Willow's sliding door. The girl jerked in her chair, terrified of turning around to see what she knew she would. The tapping again. She turned. Angel stood outside, his head hung in shame as Willow moved to open the door. Her fingers shook as she undid the lock, sliding the door back, removing the only barrier between them. He made no move towards her. "I left Buffy at the library; there was something I had to do without her." Angel's voice was low. Willow swallowed, "Having to do with the involving of my neck?" He slowly shook his head, "No, Willow?" Her eyes grew wide, her voice weak. "Some other body part? 'Cause you know, my body isn't perfect but I have formed a bond with it over the last seventeen years... a change now could destroy that bond.. and I rather am comfortable as it stands now..." He sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you, Will, or kill you, or bite you, or torture you. You have my word." "Then what?" "Give me your hands." She took a step backwards. "Ah.. I would but actually they're really quite happy where they are.. at the ends of my arms.. not in a box being sent to Buffy's... that would be really not cool." He shook his head. "Just hold your hands out... please." Willow's hands edged out so that they lay flat, palms upwards, mere inches in front of Angel. She closed her eyes and turned her head, a grimace of expectant pain spreading across her features. The pain did not come. A light weight was rested into her hands, his cold fingers only slightly brushing her warm ones. A breath of air followed, and Willow could have sworn she heard an apology on that light wind. She opened her eyes. Angel was gone. Laying in her hands was a small, clear plastic bag, filled with warm water. Swimming calmly in that water was a stunningly beautiful angel fish. Willow smiled softly. Angel really had returned. She moved over to her aquarium, opening the top of the bag and gently released the new fish into the water. She decided his name would be Future. *********************** "If you're so hell bent on making Angel pay for Ms. Calendar's death, why'd you go and help us?" Buffy lay her head down on the table in both exasperation and exhaustion. "A tribe of wiser elders cannot be wrong, Buffy. Who am I to go against their decision of a century ago? I decided that perhaps Angel would indeed be better off suffering the agonies of a guilt ridden life rather than the painfree existance of death." "Oh. I see." Giles sighed at the obvious tone of dissapointment in her voice. "Buffy, I will not hold it against you should you decide to continue your liasons with him. Mind you, I would prefer in the future not having to discuss Angel, your relationship, or have any dealings with him what so ever unless it absolutely cannot be helped. Is this understood?" She nodded silently. "Go home, Buffy, or go see him, or go to the Bronze. I really do not care. Just please, leave me now." "We won't break the spell this time, Giles." "Buffy." "I'm going. I just wanted you to know that we will be careful." "Buffy!" His tone was harsh and angry, but as her eyes filled once again with tears, he gentled. "Just go and try to be happy, I will not ever deny you that. There is nothing you can do to help me." "Maybe one day..." He shook his head. Slowly Buffy got to her feet and moved to the door. She looked over her shoulder and opened her mouth to speak. Giles disappeared behind the bookshelves once more. "Good night, Buffy." His tone was final. She sighed. ************************* End Part Three - - ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Mar 1998 08:35:53 PST From: "Black Fire" Subject: BUFFYFIC: An apology It has been brought to my attention that the message I sent out last night came out as giberish. I only wish to apologize to you all for the inconvenience I have caused you. I promise that I will never get that bored again. The Black Fire Blackfire42@hotmail.com ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Mar 1998 12:49:23 -0500 From: ingrid29@juno.com (Ingrid E Stanton) Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Footsteps" (3/?) by Ingrid Disclaimer: The characters in the following story from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" are not mine. They belong to Whedon, WB, Kuzui, Sandollar, and Mutant Enemy. I ain't makin' no money on it! Don't sue me, please. Summary: Spike and Willow madness. Am I the only one who sees this happening, or what? As always, I appreciate comments. If you didn't get an earlier part or parts of this story, you can request them too at Ingrid29@juno.com. Enjoy! Thanks to Jen the Noodlebrain for excellent editing (and conception) assistance. My first editor! I never thought it would happen! ********************** "Footsteps" by Ingrid Part Three ********************** Months, he’d told her. It had been months since the beginning of this life. She was slowly gaining her strength back. Her new room was comfortable, and she was now free to wander about the warehouse without help. She slept less, spent more time thinking, spent more time with him. She’d been able to shower. Not a real shower of course- it had been an emergency water valve in a cramped room at the back of the warehouse, but the icy cold water had been a godsend. Spike had finally opened Dru’s overstuffed closet. Dozens of frilly dresses popped out in a burst of color as he’d opened the doors and released all the stored pressure. She saw the pain in his eyes before he turned away and left the room brusquely. Something had happened, she knew. He hadn’t talked about Dru at all since they’d left. Willow hadn’t felt right mentioning it either. She’d just avoided the whole subject, sensing that it would do more harm than good to try. She put on the dress, changing as quickly as she could to escape the cold air. The lily white silk was smooth and delicate. She wobbled a bit as she put the shoes on and then searched for a something to pull back her hair with. The drawer was musty, but there were a few shiny clips inside. She chose the pearl ones, drawing her still-drying hair up at the sides and out of her face. Spike looked stunned when she walked out into the main room. He didn’t say anything at first. Her hair was curly now, not having the advantage of a blow-dryer. She might have been Dru, if not for her bright auburn hair and smaller stature. She smiled at him, and decided now was as good a time as any. Slow, even paces brought her to his side. "Spike?" She was bearding the lion in his den now, and it was making her more than a little nervous. "What happened to Drusilla?" He had been looking down, but his head snapped up to stare her directly and defiantly in the face. He was stricken, and taken unaware, his body sprung like a coil, or a tiger ready to pounce. She shrunk back almost imperceptibly. Then as quickly as it had come, it passed. He let out a tired sigh and leaned against a broken-down conveyor belt. "The last time I checked, *Drusilla* was with Angelus." Sarcastic defense-mechanism, she noted, but waited for him to continue. She knew he would. "Meant to be, I suppose. After all, he is her sire, and who am I to stand in the way of a relationship like *that*? To put it simply, they never came back." He forced a dry laugh. "Ah, who cares anyway? To hell with them." "You loved her," she said, prying just a bit more, just waiting for the lid to snap shut. It didn’t. Spike wasn’t Angelus. He wasn’t like any of the other vampires she’d seen before, but then again, neither was she. She didn’t know what she’d expected anyway. She felt like herself in some ways, but in others… "Yes. I loved her. God knows why. She was nothing more than a shell by then, but I couldn’t stop." Willow touched his shoulder cautiously. "Did you know her before-" "Before I was changed? Yes. She’d been able to love back then." He paused, reliving a memory or two. She watched the light and dark play on his face. "So sweet." His voice was resigned as he studied the floor. He looked up and faced her. "Of course Angelus changed all that." She let silence dance without interruption. "Sometimes she would look at me, and for a moment, it would be like nothing had changed. And I felt I had to… She was so weak…" "You wanted to stay with her." "What would she have done? At the beginning, she couldn’t even get out of bed. I suppose I should be thankful. They’re probably feasting in Ireland somewhere together. He was always able to make her happy." "What about you?" "I want her to be taken care of. She is. She’s fine. I’ve fulfilled my duty." "It was more than a duty." "It’s over." He looked up again, but this time, he didn’t look so upset. In fact, he looked as if he were contemplating some remote possibility in the study of her face. "Red hair. It’s nice. The stuff of bad vampire novels, but nice," he laughed, lightening the mood. She smiled in response, patting her hair down at the sides. Her stomach growled restlessly. He nodded and laughed again, having heard it too. "Guess it’s lunchtime." Their footsteps interchanged an easy syncopation as they quit the room. *** Ingrid: Author of many long Buffyfics (and some short ones). "Return to Normalcy," "One Vampire's Headache...," "This Fleeting Hope," "Ghost of a Chance," and "Footsteps." _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Thu, 12 Mar 1998 02:39:51 EST From: Anexsin Subject: BUFFYFIC: Moments of Truth (1/1) Title: Moments of Truth (1/1) Author: Melinda Email Addy: Anexsin@aol.com Distribution: Please ask first Rating: PG Spoiler: All episodes are game Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy & co. They belong to Joss Whedon, WB, etc. Only the stroy is mine. Summary: Angel's soul visits the group. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The small group entered the library to find a site they never thought they'd see. Angel or Angel's soul sat in one of the chairs silently starring at a book. The site was amazing. His body was a white aura almost transparent with a light tinge of blue along the edges. The site was to say the least etheral. Angel quickly dispersed the thought of the book & stood up upon the groups arrival. "Angel." Buffy whispered. He only smiled & starred at her. He looked so sad. Buffy ran to him on impulse to throw herself into his arms, but ran right through him. He turned around to face her. "I can't hold you Buffy or touch you. I can only speak & look at you." he answered her unasked question. Buffy started crying. Angel gave Xander a silent look conveying with his eyes for Xander to comfort her. Xander nodded & silently walked over to Buffy and hugged her to him. "I have something for you." Angel directed to Giles. "On the table. The white envelope. Don't read it until your alone." Angel instructed. Giles walked over to the table & picked up the envelop. On the front said Rupert. He recognized the handwriting. Giles gasped, "this is from her?" he asked Angel nodded, "she says to tell you she loves you." he whispered. "I'm sorry." Angel voice filled with sorrow & guilt. "It's not your fault." Willow spoke to him. "Isn't it?" he asked her. "If I'd never come here none of this would've happened." Angel informed. "As much as I hate to say this, if you hadn't come here we'd all be dead at some point." Xander told him. "Maybe." Angel contemplated. "Buffy I have something for you as well. It's the book I was looking at. It's for you . I want you to know my thoughts and feelings. The ones I never had the nerve to tell you." Angel looked into her teary eyes. He stepped towards her & grazed her cheek with his hand. Buffy gasped and felt a warm feeling of peace pass over her. "I don't understand why you won't kill him." Angel confided. "If I kill him there's no way of bringing you back." Buffy informed. "But it's ok to hold out while he kills more innocent people? I'm not worth it Buffy. Don't let him kill more of your friends. In the end it's not worth it. You'll resent me and I wouldn't be able to handle that. You don't deserve this pain. Don't let him do to you what he did to Drusilla." Angel pleaded. "My life isn't worth living without you in it." Buffy sobbed. "Don't ever say that. I'll always be with you. If not physically then spiritually." Angel comforted her. He turned towards the group once again. "I just wanted to see for myself that you all were alright." Angel informed. "Just for the record you will always have a place here Angel. He on the other hand I'll rip to shreds if I get my hands on him." Giles gritted his teeth. "I'm looking foward to it. I'll laugh while he turns to dust. Just remember fear motivates him. He thrives on pain and torture. Don't give him the satisfaction." Angel spoke to everyone. "I have to go. I'm thinking about paying him a visit." Angel quirked a half smile. As he passed Buffy he lightly kissed her on the forehead or what looked like he did & whispered in her ear, "I love you Buffy. Always remember that. No regrets?" he asked hopefully. "I love you to. No regrets." Buffy whispered. "You were incredible. I'm just sorry I couldn't be there for you afterwards." Angel whispered a last time. He gently took his hand from her cheek & faded out of sight. "Willow you might want to feed the fish when you get home." Willow heard him call before he disappeared. "My fish are...oh." she smiled. "You didn't have to do that Angel." Buffy walked towards the table and picked up the forgotten book Angel was looking at. It had no title. It was small and thick and encased in brownish leather and rimmed with gold borders. She opened the cover. "It's his journal." Buffy informed. "There's entries from the very first time we met until the last.... Oh, Angel." she whispered. "I think I'm going to go home and do a little reading." Buffy told the group with small smile. "Yes, I think I'll do that as well." Giles agreed & looked longingly at the envelope he was clutching close to his heart. "A very good idea indeed." he whispered to no one in particular. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End - - ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 12 Mar 1998 23:18:17 From: Sarah Douglas Subject: BUFFYFIC: Virus Warning Okay, this doen't have anyting to do with Buffy, but you all should see this. A friend of mine sent it to me. I hope none of you get the virus Love, Sarah If you receive an email titled "WIN A HOLIDAY" DO NOT open it. It will erase everything in your hard drive. Forward this letter out to as many people as you can. This is a new, very malicious virus and not many people know about it. This information was announced yesterday morning by Microsoft; please share it with everyone that might access the internet. Once again, pass this along to EVERYONE in your address book so it may be stopped. Also, do not open or even look at any mail that says "RETURNED OR UNABLE TO DELIVER". This virus will attach itself to your computer components and render them useless. Immediately delete any mail items that say this. AOL has also said that this is a very dangerous virus and that there is NO remedy for it at this time. Please practice cautionary measures and forward this to all your online friends ASAP. - - ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 12 Mar 1998 20:50:12 -0800 (PST) From: Berg Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Virus Warning It's a hoax, and has always BEEN a hoax (this one has been around nearly a decade now). - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 11:28:29 EST From: Aglx Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fan Fiction Hi, I want to ask the list if there is anyone who would let me feature their fan fiction on my web page. I've got a few series so far but I would like more. The site hasn't been activated yet, but it will be. If you would let me host your fan fic, or let me link to your page that has your fan fiction on it, that would be great. Please no submissions that are more that 10 printable pages. If you would like more information on this or would like to submit your work for me to host, please contact me at: Aglx@aol.com Thanks. - -Michelle http://members.aol.com/aglx/main.html - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 12:33:37 -0600 From: "Michelle" Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: "Footsteps" by Ingrid Wow, this is a powerful story, just in the first few parts! I can't wait to read the rest. You've got some talent, girl! Michelle - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 16:32:08 EST From: Anexsin Subject: BUFFYFIC: Moments of Truth (1/1) Revised Title: Moments of Truth (1/1) Author: Melinda Email Addy: Anexsin@aol.com Distribution: Please ask first Rating: PG Spoiler: All episodes are game Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy & co. They belong to Joss Whedon, WB, etc. Only the stroy is mine. Summary: Angel's soul visits the group. Notes: Alot of people wanted to know what the note from Jenny to Rupert said so I decided to add it in the story. Hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The small group entered the library to find a site they never thought they'd see. Angel or Angel's soul sat in one of the chairs silently starring at a book. The site was amazing. His body was a white aura almost transparent with a light tinge of blue along the edges. The site was to say the least etheral. Angel quickly dispersed the thought of the book & stood up upon the groups arrival. "Angel." Buffy whispered. He only smiled & starred at her. He looked so sad. Buffy ran to him on impulse to throw herself into his arms, but ran right through him. He turned around to face her. "I can't hold you Buffy or touch you. I can only speak & look at you." he answered her unasked question. Buffy started crying. Angel gave Xander a silent look conveying with his eyes for Xander to comfort her. Xander nodded & silently walked over to Buffy and hugged her to him. "I have something for you." Angel directed to Giles. "On the table. The white envelope. Don't read it until your alone." Angel instructed. Giles walked over to the table & picked up the envelop. On the front said Rupert. He recognized the handwriting. Giles gasped, "this is from her?" he asked Angel nodded, "she says to tell you she loves you." he whispered. "I'm sorry." Angel voice filled with sorrow & guilt. "It's not your fault." Willow spoke to him. "Isn't it?" he asked her. "If I'd never come here none of this would've happened." Angel informed. "As much as I hate to say this, if you hadn't come here we'd all be dead at some point." Xander told him. "Maybe." Angel contemplated. "Buffy I have something for you as well. It's the book I was looking at. It's for you . I want you to know my thoughts and feelings. The ones I never had the nerve to tell you." Angel looked into her teary eyes. He stepped towards her & grazed her cheek with his hand. Buffy gasped and felt a warm feeling of peace pass over her. "I don't understand why you won't kill him." Angel confided. "If I kill him there's no way of bringing you back." Buffy informed. "But it's ok to hold out while he kills more innocent people? I'm not worth it Buffy. Don't let him kill more of your friends. In the end it's not worth it. You'll resent me and I wouldn't be able to handle that. You don't deserve this pain. Don't let him do to you what he did to Drusilla." Angel pleaded. "My life isn't worth living without you in it." Buffy sobbed. "Don't ever say that. I'll always be with you. If not physically then spiritually." Angel comforted her. He turned towards the group once again. "I just wanted to see for myself that you all were alright." Angel informed. "Just for the record you will always have a place here Angel. He on the other hand I'll rip to shreds if I get my hands on him." Giles gritted his teeth. "I'm looking foward to it. I'll laugh while he turns to dust. Just remember fear motivates him. He thrives on pain and torture. Don't give him the satisfaction." Angel spoke to everyone. "I have to go. I'm thinking about paying him a visit." Angel quirked a half smile. As he passed Buffy he lightly kissed her on the forehead or what looked like he did & whispered in her ear, "I love you Buffy. Always remember that. No regrets?" he asked hopefully. "I love you to. No regrets." Buffy whispered. "You were incredible. I'm just sorry I couldn't be there for you afterwards." Angel whispered a last time. He gently took his hand from her cheek & faded out of sight. "Willow you might want to feed the fish when you get home." Willow heard him call before he disappeared. "My fish are...oh." she smiled. "You didn't have to do that Angel." Buffy walked towards the table and picked up the forgotten book Angel was looking at. It had no title. It was small and thick and encased in brownish leather and rimmed with gold borders. She opened the cover. "It's his journal." Buffy informed. "There's entries from the very first time we met until the last.... Oh, Angel." she whispered. "I think I'm going to go home and do a little reading." Buffy told the group with small smile. "Yes, I think I'll do that as well." Giles agreed & looked longingly at the envelope he was clutching close to his heart. "A very good idea indeed." he whispered to no one in particular. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Giles paid no heed to where his jacket landed as he went and sat himself on the couch in his apartment. He took deep breaths before he get the nerve up to open the letter. Finally he was brave enough. He opened the top flap of the envelop and pulled out a neatly folded letter. He unfolded it and begen to read. Dear Rupert, I guess I need to get some things out into the open. First of all I love you. I'm sorry I never got to tell you that. This place I'm in now it's so peaceful and happy. There's no evil, hate, or darkness. It's perfect, except for the fact that you aren't with me, but you will be one day and I'll wait for you. I still can't express how sorry I am that all of this happened, but I did try to undo my mistake.The night Angelus killed me I deciphering a cure to return his soul. The downfall was that Angelus found out and wasn't to happy about it. He trashed the computer and burned the printouts, but I did manage to save it disk. A yellow disk somewhere in the classroom. Finish what I started Rupert. Give Angel his soul back and let him and Buffy be together. Angel's been nothing but nice to me here and I want to repay him. He misses her so much and I know she misses him. Angel knows about this and he says if you decide not to do it he understands it's a choice you all need to make as a group. Just remember that Angel and Angelus are two different beings. Angelus is our enemy, Angel is our friend. I just wanted to tell you that I'm happy were I am, and that nothing can hurt me anymore. I'll watch over you and always think about you. Don't forget me, Rupert because I won't forget you. Love Always, Jenny Calendar "I won't ever forget you Jenny because I love you to. Be happy my love." Giles whispered. Giles took the letter and put it away safely in the desk draw, then picked up the telephone and dialed Buffy's number. "Hello." Buffy greeted. "Buffy It's Giles I have some news." ~~~~~~~~~~~ The End - - ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 21:15:01 -0500 (EST) From: Dalton Spence Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Curious Goods On Sun, 8 Mar 1998 from 11:49:14 to 11:53:18, "Michelle" wrote; > TITLE: Curious Goods > AUTHOR: Michelle Benoit Walker (arthemise@geocities.com) > SUMMARY: Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover with Friday the 13th: The > Series. Wait, come back! Expect a sequel eventually. I'll be waiting. (Impatiently, considering how good THIS story was.) An idea: Angelus follows Jack and company back to Chicago and stages a raid on the Vault, making off with several items. (BTW, isn't the Vault situated over ANOTHER Hellmouth? IIRC, there was a family of demon hunters who were nearly tricked into opening it. The good guys won, sealed it, and used the extra space to expand the Vault.) > RATING: R. Buffy does things that are a little cruel--but to vampires. Well now, that's her job, isn't it? 8-)= > FEEDBACK: Yes, please. Here it is. As someone else has already said, it was certainly a "kick ass" fanfic. I've been waiting for someone to do this xover for a long time (like you said, it's a natural), and even hinted at a connection between Giles and Jack in one of my unfinished ones. I was REALLY glad you chose to avoid any innocent casualties; it made a refreshing change from the way F13 stories usually go. (Once is enough though; to be true to F13, the sequel will need a higher body count.) The characterizations were right on (I could actually SEE Buffy getting steadily more obsessed), and the climax was PERFECT. > DISTRIBUTION: Ask first. Could I forward your story to the newsgroup? It could really use material of this caliber. 8-)= - -- @==================================================@ | Dalton S. Spence, B.Sc. | | Home Page: http://www.hwcn.org/~ag775/home.html | | Keeper of Cordelia's Roll of Linoleum | | and Xander's Key to the Utility Closet | | Family Motto: Virtute Acquiritur Honos | @==================================================@ - - ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 14 Mar 1998 00:27:44 EST From: LnCAGCRulz Subject: BUFFYFIC: Memoria Tenere Memoriam (1/?) by EJJ I am writing this with the intent of getting major feedback. In such a case, this is only a trail. Yes, I’ve written more than you see here. Not a huge amount more, but more. However, if you want to see it you have to let me know. I won’t take the time to put my ideas to paper if they will not be received or appreciated. I NEED feedback for this story to continue, otherwise it’s no more. I urge you to send me a quick e-mail to tell me if you think it’s worth continuing or if I should find a better use of my time. LET ME KNOW!! As I’ve said, no responses means no more story. SEND ANY AND ALL COMMENTS TO LNCAGCRULZ@AOL.COM!!! Please please please please please let me know what you think. Title: Memoria Tenere Memoriam (Latin for "Remember the Memories") Rating: PG to date Summary: A resolution to the current problem, not to give anything away. Spoilers: All episodes up to the current date (3/13) are game. Major info pertaining to ‘Surprise’ and ‘Innocence,’ however. Comments: YES!!! LnCAGCRulz@aol.com Distribution: I’d prefer that this not be destributed outside of this list for the time being. However, if you are interested in doing so in the future, let me know. Disclaimers: As a rule, if you recognize it, it’s not mine. Everything else is. I am not making any money off of this piece of fanfic, nor is anyone else. If you think you are, I suggest you think otherwise. As is customary in my stories, a song will likely be used. If we make it to that point, all information about the song will be included. Other: As far as the title goes, it could be wrong. ;) I am in Latin I an have humbly used two of the words on my current list. The only question I have about it is the tense of "Memoriam." Anyone out there who could let me know if it’s wrong… Please, let me know! Now, off to my story. Please remember, comments are essential!! Memoria Tenere Memoriam The knocking on the door began quietly, although it grew slightly louder with each pound. A man, appearing to be in his mid-twenties stood outside the still closed door. He sighed and closed his deep brown eyes, mumbling some insecurity to himself. When he opened his eyes he faced a young woman. Her eyes seemed to have seen more than they should have in their 30 years. The eyes of the blond girl squinted, as she were attempting to put a memory with this face. The realization hit her suddenly. "Hi." She was spellbound. He was dead. She knew he was dead. She hadn’t just heard it was so – she had done it with her own two hands. She had killed this man. "You’re dead." What was she supposed to say at a time like this? It isn’t every day that one is confronted with their formal lover-turned rival. Their dead one, at that. "I mean, you’re… I killed you!" "You did." "Which would make you dead…" "Well, it depends what you mean by that. May I come in? I need a chance to explain." He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this. It had been so long. Thirteen years, he reminded himself. Fourteen in a month. The longest thirteen years of his 251 year life. Too long. "Um… I guess. Do I…" "No, you don’t have to formally invite me." Just as he begun to take his first step through her threshold, she stopped him. "Wait! Who are you… honestly." "Angel." - -Teaser End- Again, comments to LnCAGCRulz@aol.com!! - - ------------------------------ End of Buffyfic-digest V2 #56 ***************************** 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)