From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #124 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Monday, April 13 1998 Volume 02 : Number 124 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Slayer Be Slain ~ Second Mailing See the end of the digest for information on (un)subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 13 Apr 98 03:09:49 PDT From: "Angel's Lover" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Slayer Be Slain ~ Second Mailing Okay.. the following is a repost of Slayer be Slain.. reworked and rewrit= ten from the time of it's original posts. As a warning, there is a direc= t line taken from "Angel" in the third part, I realize this, and I meant = this as a refference to Darla to explain Buffy's state of mind at the tim= e. The characters of Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordy, Spi= ke, Dru, and Ms. C (obviously this was written before Passion was aired) = are not mine, they are the creations of the God of all Buffdom, Joss Whed= on, Mutant Enemy Productions and Warner Bros. Spoilers are from anything= before up to and including Innocence, tho the only direct spoilers are = from Surprise and Innocence. I am not making any money from this, and no = copyright infringement was intended. Please direct all comments to Lea = at either lfox@continuum.org or angelslover@geocities.com . Thanks for = reading!!!! _______________________________________ Slayer Be Slain ~ Second Mailing ****************** Undeath was different from what her life had been. Buffy rejoiced in the freedom vampirism brought to her. Her days were spent relaxing in the arms of Angel, her nights were spent drinking freely from those unfortunate enough to cross her path. Together she and Angel lay under the warm blankets of their antique bed. Deep red draperies surrounded them, adding a tinge of mystique to their room in addition to the more contemporary articles, such as the changing screen that Angel had brought with him from his old loft. On Drusilla's order they were given their own wing of the massive warehouse that the vampires occupied. Spike was only too pleased to comply with this request. With Angel completely involved with Buffy, he would no longer pose a threat to Spike's relationship with Drusilla. It was nearing time for them to rise; the sun was slowly sinking in the sky, yet still they lay in comfort. Angel raised a goblet of thick, red blood to Buffy's lips. "Drink, my love," he murmured softly. Slowly her tongue inched out of her mouth, dipping delicately into the still warm liquid. For a moment she savoured the flavour before smiling. "Fresh," she whispered, "Young." He nodded, "A child, bled especially for us." She took a long, leisurely sip of the precious blood, allowing the liquid to fill her mouth and coat her throat as she swallowed gently. She swallowed once again before handing Angel back the goblet. Her eyes urged him, too, to drink his fill. A small trickle of the blood dribbled slowly down Buffy's chin, and Angel smiled. His hand slid carefully into her hair as he drew her towards him. His tongue edged out to softly lick from her skin the blood she had spilt. His mouth moved slowly to her neck, his tongue moving in lazy circles over her tender flesh. Gently he nibbled on her throat, sending slightly painful but not unwelcome sensations throughout her body. At long last he straightened once more, leaning back upon the pillows, bringing the goblet to his own lips. He drank deeply of the blood within, smiling softly as Buffy turned to watch. "Would you like more?" he queried, willing to share only with her. She shook her head, "I can wait for tonight's hunt. You drink, love," she smiled wickedly, "A child's blood strengthens you greatly." His laugh was honest, for though what she was saying was true, her hidden meaning came as a welcome promise for later that night. For now, he swallowed the last of his drink and licked his lips. "Where do you want to hunt tonight, Buffy? Any place.. special?" His eyes glinted in humour; he knew that her heart was just as black as his own. Her pleasure in the hunt had at first taken him by surprise, but now it only strengthened the bond that they shared. She nodded as she climbed astride him, her hands resting on his powerful shoulders. Slowly she raised one hand to trace the contours of his face; the cold silver metal of the claddagh ring he had given her sending shivers down his spine. Excitement shone behind her eyes as she at last spoke, "I want to visit her, Angel. Please, can I?" He smiled softly, "To feed?" She shook her head. "To play!" He nodded his assent, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him with inhuman strength and demonic passion. Tonight would be more fun than he had had in a hundred years. Tonight Buffy would truly come into her element of evil, and then no force beyond death would ever be able to pry them apart. He gathered her into his arms and lifted her out of the bed, gently placing her on her feet after bestowing a final loving kiss upon her forehead. "Then it's settled. Once we dress, we'll go above and pay Willow a short visit before our hunt." Buffy giggled in anticipation, her joy shining through her eyes in a way which he had never seen. ********************** They stood outside Willow's bedroom, waiting for the girl to return to her computer. Angel slipped behind the tree line, allowing Buffy her fun. With a delicious grin she tapped lightly upon the glass pane separating her from her old friend. "Will!" she called, quietly, "Hey, Willow! Let me in!" The red headed teenager turned quickly, and her jaw dropped at the sight of her best friend outside. "Buffy!" She hurried over and opened the door. "Where have you been? Giles went into maxi wig when you disappeared, and your mother...." she shook her head, "Where were you?" Buffy remained outside, unable to cross the threshold. She shrugged, "I needed to book for a while. After the whole thing with Ange.. well, I just couldn't hang in this wiggy hellmouth any more." Willow nodded, "That's what I told Giles, but he's been so freaked since you bolted. He thought Angel got you or something. You really should have called." Buffy smiled, "Angel and I have.... worked things out." "What?? How?" "Let's just say I can see his side." Willow frowned, "Buffy, why aren't you coming in?" "Invite me, Will." She blinked, "Why?" "Just invite me in." Willow smiled nervously, "Maybe you should go see your mom." Buffy's tongue slowly ran across her teeth. "Oh, believe me, I will.. but first invite me in for a sec, Will. We haven't seen each other in a while, you gotta... dish me in on what's been going down." When the other girl didn't answer, Buffy frowned. "Come on! Invite me inside!" "Oh." Willow quickly stepped backwards, a sharp stab of fear rushing through her. "Oh, no." "Oh, yes." Willow stumbled back towards her telephone, barely taking her eyes off her "friend" as she dialed Giles's number. Buffy turned and called over her shoulder, "She doesn't want to play." Angel appeared behind her. "Patience, love. Would you like me to bring her out for you?" Slowly he stepped across the threshold and back outside again. "Once invited...." She shook her head, "No, I can have my fun from out here." She stood in the open doorway, "Willow... you can't stay inside forever." Swiftly she shifted from human into her vampirical form. She pouted sarcastically, "Don't you want to be my friend?" The teenager was rapidly talking on the phone, barely making sense as she tried to explain to Giles what was happening. Her eyes fixated on Angel as he continued to enter and exit her room at will. "I can't close it, Angel's there!" There was a pause, "But I already did, months ago! He still can!" Another pause. "Okay, I will... NO! They're strong! You won't get from the car to the house! I'll be okay." Finally, she hung up the phone and turned to dig through her belongings. She came up with two crosses and a Star of David, the crosses courtesy of hanging with Buffy for so long. Turning back to her door, Willow picked a vase up off her dresser. As she neared the door, she threw the vase, shattering it against Angel's skull. The vampire flinched, and Willow held out a cross to ward off her enemies. She slammed shut the glass door and taped the religious artifacts to the pane, the door handle, and the floor in front of the opening, pulling the shades closed. Willow lay down upon her bed, clutching a large stuffed bear close as she listened to her "friends" prowl around outside, calling her name, and tapping on the window. Hours passed when finally blessed silence filled her room. At long last Willow turned on her damp pillow and fell asleep. ************************ Angel's Lover (fondly known as Lea) "Love makes you do the wacky!" "When you kiss me I want to die." "I'm SO the net girl!" Defender of David Boreanaz... you know, the man with the fangs! - - ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #124 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. You will need to go through a confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually approve your subscription request, so it may take some time. 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