From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #158 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Sunday, May 3 1998 Volume 02 : Number 158 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: "I, Alone" BUFFYFIC: Discuss: story request BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 1) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 2) 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: Sun, 3 May 1998 20:29:53 EDT From: KylenRevik Subject: BUFFYFIC: "I, Alone" TITLE: "I, Alone" TIME: Directly at the end of/after "I Only Have Eyes For You". NOTES: Some strong profanity. Some sexual innuendo, but nothing worse than you'd see on an NBC sitcom. FEEDBACK: Yes please, to KylenRevik@aol.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I, Alone" By Rachel Brody //It's easier not to be wise And measure these things by your brains.// Buffy reached out, her fingers tracing her lover's cheek. She felt something in her gut twist, knowing this couldn't be him no matter how badly she wanted it to be. She couldn't let herself hope she'd receive anything past what she had already been given. She swallowed hard, wondering what she could do to know for sure. But somehow, she could feel if she spoke the moment would be broken and she would lose him-- again. "Angel," she whispered anyway, her voice shaking ever-so- slightly. He stood for a moment as though he, too, couldn't believe he was so close to her. That he was holding her so tenderly. There was a moment of silence. Then he growled and pushed her away, and Buffy felt the wall coming up at her. She winced, but didn't fight or try to stay up. She let him knock her down and rush away, leaving an emptiness in both the room and in her heart. //I sank into Eden with you. Alone in the church, by and by.// Her knees came up to her chest, and she shook, soft sobs coming up in her throat, breaking through the thin veneer of control she'd barely been able to keep up when he'd been standing so close, and which she had just lost control of now that he was gone. * //I'll read to you here, save your eyes You'll need them, your boat is at sea Your anchor is up, you've been swept away And the greatest of teachers won't hesitate To leave you there by yourself, chained to fate.// She walked slowly, trembling with every step, not knowing how to focus on where she was going or where she had been. Not knowing how to rid herself of the feeling that she was going to break to pieces like a shattering glass, any second. She stepped out of the school, not even noticing that the clouds of wasps had gone. They hadn't hurt him, but he had hurt her, and why was it she couldn't get over what was wrong with her and what was wrong between them? He was a vampire. She was the Slayer. She should never have let herself love him. Everything anyone had ever told her about how she and Angel would be like oil and water was slowly echoing over in her head. The worst part was, a rather large part of her was beginning to seriously wonder, for the first time since Angel had first changed, if maybe everyone else hadn't been right. * //I alone love you I alone tempt you I alone love you Fear is not the end of this!// Angelus felt the roar of his bike's motor as he peeled out of Sunnydale High's parking lot, the harley rumbling beneath him like the monster he himself was. His face was twisted into an expression of complete and utter disgust, and it was all he could do to keep from shuddering hard enough to fall off the damn bike. He felt as though he'd been rolled in a pit of slime, or forced to sit through an episode of that damned kid's show with the giant purple dinosaur. The entire time that ghost-bitch had been in his body, using him, all he had wanted to do was get her out. But he hadn't been able to. She had been controlling him. Not hurting him, but _there_, where she wasn't wanted. Something inside him started to speak up about that, and Angelus beat it back down into submission. The crowning insult, of course, was that he had been forced to touch that _Slayer_ again. Sure, she was one hot little blonde, but damnit...he had a _history_ with her, and if he wasn't going to use it to manipulate her he didn't want anything to do with it. *Why?* the part of him he'd thought he'd beaten back already asked. *It's sick,* his conscious mind answered. *This whole deal, it's fuckin' perverted.* *Is that it, or is it that you think I might win out if you get too close to her?* "Like I care what you say, _Angel_," he muttered as the bike pulled up to his new home. He looked upward, toward where he and Spike and Dru had put their new lair together so far. He'd have to get rid of Spike, he decided. He'd made a mistake when he'd made that one. Spike was too rash, too...well, too damned annoying. Parking his bike in some shrubs, out of sight, Angel entered the building. * //It's easier not to be great And measure these things by your resolve alone in the church by and by to cradle the baby in space And leave you there by yourself chained to fate.// Spike glowered at the door as it slammed, and that arrogant sonuvabitch took his Dru with him on a hunt. He sighed. Angelus really did think altogether much too slowly. He had known Spike since Dru had brought Spike to be made, and he hadn't realized that his childe wasn't going to simply stand by and watch while Angel took Dru away from him? Musing on that thought for a moment, Spike didn't let his glare fade as he tapped his toe carefully inside his boot, ignoring the pain that shot up his leg at the movement. It was nothing compared to what it had been a few weeks ago. He had healed faster than any of them would have suspected, and that fact meant he was going to be able to have...well, one hell of a time, once he finished deciding just what he was going to do to put Angelus through his own, personal hell. Making the decision to get up, Spike slowly, carefully put his foot on the ground. Sometimes he moved too quickly, and the pain in his lower back would amplify remarkably. He wasn't in the mood to feel that right now. For the moment, he was in the mood to have someone _else_ be in pain, and he himself would just enjoy the sound of bones snapping. Putting his full weight on his feet, Spike marveled for the uncounted number of times he had taken this simple ability for granted. All these years, he had never been hurt quite so badly as this Slayer had hurt him. *Hm,* he thought as he stood, wondering where to begin. *Shall I pay the Slayer a visit? I could mebbe rip 'er throat out...gut her an' use 'er entrails as Christmas Tree decorations...put 'er 'ead on a stake an' use it to scare the neighborhood kiddies away...or I could jus' drain one've 'er friends...* Then he remembered, he couldn't do any of those at all. If one of his vampires should see him on the prowl...well, it would be all too easy for them to slip up and mention to Angel that they had seen the Master up and about-- and that would just ruin the lovely surprise he had planned, wouldn't it. He shoved his wheelchair over with a sudden burst of fury, not watching as it hit the ground and left him standing free. After a few moments, the smile on his lips curled upward a bit more, and he chuckled. "My god, Angelus," he said quietly, almost unsure if he was speaking aloud or only in his mind, "You're so damn screwed over, mate, an' you 'aven't even th'slightest clue." The chuckle turned into a laugh, and soon Spike found himself laughing so hard that the pain lingering in his limbs was barely noticeable. Poor Angelus, he thought, with an insincere sort of pity. Poor, stupid, naive, dead, screwed-over Angelus. Too bad Spike really just didn't give a damn, one way or another. * //Yeah, now, we took it back too far Only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn will come runnin' back to you, all these rhythms that you hide only love can save us now, all these riddles that you burn.// Something felt uneasy, Angelus thought as he sank his teeth into the squirming toddler Dru had procured for him. Something back there, with Spike... "Angel," Dru sighed, her hands tracing cold lines on the back of his neck as he fed, "are you feelin' any better?" Angelus smiled slightly, finishing off the last few drops of blood from his prey, then let the limp body drop like a rock, standing and moving his hands up and over Dru's arms, pulling her so close their noses were almost touching. "Fine, babe," he said, then he pretended to nip at her, and she giggled in his arms. His smile widened. "Nothing a little bit've fun couldn't fix." "I like fun," Dru said, as though she were imparting him with some great secret. Angel let her lean against him, nestled close. This was what he liked. A girl who was not only hot as fucking hell, but also too messed up to really try much of anything as far as getting herself emotionally attached went. He wondered if that would work with the Slayer-- fuck her head up so far she couldn't think straight, then get her in bed and fuck around with the rest of her. He grinned a little more. "Dru," he said, "Babe, I think that's enough hunting for one night." She put on a pout. "But Angel--" "Spike'll miss you," Angel reminded her. Not like he cared, but having Spike around to baby-sit for Dru when Angel was too busy to care _was_ damn handy. Dru sighed, then nodded. "You're right," she said. Then she gave him a sideways glance. "Can we bring sumthin' 'ome for 'im, though?" she asked. "'E'll be 'ungry..." Angel nodded. "Sure," he said with a grin. "Let's go find some defenseless old lady or something." Not giving Dru a chance to answer him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and directed her away from the body he'd dropped a few moments away. He smiled slightly. That dirty feeling he'd had earlier was almost gone. *Nothing like a little blood 'n gore to put a guy back into a good mood,* he thought, ignoring Dru's chatter about where the best place to find a meal for "her Spike" would be. *Though,* he thought, correcting himself as he thought about the look that had been on the Slayer's face when he had left her at the high school earlier, *breaking people's spirits ranks a close second.* After that thought, Angelus decided he was going to banish thoughts of the Slayer from his mind for the rest of the night, and until at least tomorrow, he was just going to enjoy himself. THE END Copyright 1998 Rachel Brody *Lyrics from "I Alone" by Live, off the "Throwing Copper" CD. Used here without permission. ~ Comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 3 May 1998 22:33:08 EDT From: BMTHESPIAN Subject: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: story request could the person who sent the part story on sunday (5/3) ( besides the story called Angel) please send it to me it got deleted before I had a chance to read it. I'm sorry to post this to the list but I don't know who the author is. Brandi ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 20:37:49 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes I'm so sorry for all of you who like a Stroke of Luck. But see the problem is, the disk it's on crashed! So, I have to wait to get a Norton program that will fix the disk right up. My father said he can do it no problem. So give it about a week (Hopefully less!) and I'll post the rest of a strok of luck This story is not a Willow or Spike ditty. It's an Angelus and Dru *one of those, how dru went insane stories yah know* Anyways, I hope you like it! It's murder to write! :) Charlotte Sometimes (prologue) "...Through Christ our Lord, Amen." Drusilla stood up from her from her kneeling position at the alter, flatting out the ripples on her long dress, while gently taking hold of her sisters petite wrist. She titled her head to look down at Lydia. Are you ready to go?" Her little sister nodded, trying to contain her childhood enthusiasm as she munched on the communion wafer given to her by the pastor. Smiling, Drusilla gathered her baguette, gently placing the red and blue rosary at the bottom of the bag ensuring that it was safely snug before closing the baguette and turning towards her sister. Looking around for her family. She saw none, and wondered for a minute how long she had kept them long as she prayed. Drusilla lead her sister past the rows and rows of pews, to the fresh night air of their city Prague. She smiled curtly at every man she walked by while they tipped their hats as the two young women walked through the crowed of the midnight mass that had gathered early. "Where's Mummy?" Lydia yawned. Drusilla shook her head, and bent her knees to Lydia's height. She was about to say she was not sure, but instead saw her father coming towards them "Come here Dru. Let's get home" He said, addressing the eldest sister with his soft voice. Drusilla grabbed her sisters wrist again and in the other hand bundled up the side of her dress so she might not get it dirtied. The two girls had to walk fast as they tried to keep up with her father, as he maneuvered through the ever growing crowd of the cathedral. And stepped into the awaiting carriage. ~ "Angelus?" The young girl peered over his shoulder, trying to affix his attention on her. It didn't work "Angelus!" She hissed loudly. He turned towards her, taking a second to let his thoughts focus. Darla peered over him, searching for what he'd been looking for. She easily found it. A young maiden, with long hair, running quickly through the crowed. She rolled her eyes. He always went for the pretty ones. "What's her name?" She asked as she watched the girl get into a rather fancy carriage. Angelus sighed "Drusilla Hurst." His voice carried the name, causing Darla to glance curiously at him, she turned quickly enough to see the dreamy look, and obsessive grin, before it made it's way to and evil thought. - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 20:38:29 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 1) Charlotte Sometimes (Part 1) The carriage came to a slow stop and Dru shuddered as the horsemen yelled to the other servants. Drusilla caressed her sisters thick blonde hair, as her head lay asleep on her sister's lap. Coaxing her awake "Drusilla?" Isabelle said to her daughter Her attention was snapped back to her mothers smiling face. "Yes mum?" "Tuck your sister into bed, would you dear?" Dru smiled looking down at the peaceful face of her sister as her eyes fluttered awake, and nodded her head. "Wake up Lydia, where home" She said gently Isabelle smiled, she couldn't help but think of how lucky she was to have such a gracious daughter. Her thoughts had been plagued as of late though. Drusilla was nearly a maid of 17, and the people had begun to talk. She'd been putting off with marriage for long enough. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to give her Dru away. It was time she be married, before people started to gossip, and her Dru got a bad reputation, at such a young age. The horseman helped out the three ladies, lifting Lydia up into Drusilla's waiting arms. "Dru?" asked the small voice of her sister. "Come on, Lydia. Your old enough to walk" Drusilla said and she sat her young sister on the ground. Lydia immediately began to pout "Carry me Dru!" "Lydia!" Drusilla whispered as though ashamed of her sisters' childish ways. Lydia put her arms up of her head "Please!" She couldn't be denied Dru thought as she leaned down to pick up her sisters small body. Drusilla's mother gave Dru a small grin, as she helped hold the door open for her two daughters. ~ Angelus stood outside of the estate, hooded by the darkness, as he watched Drusilla lift her sister, easily hearing their conversations as they stood over fifty yards away from him. "D'you want me to stay?" Darla asked as she circled in front of him, snapping the branch of a tree. "No" Angelus said, truthful. "I'll be fine" He added after a minute, not wanting to hurt Darla's fragile feelings. Darla nodded, looking back at Drusilla Hursts' house. The forth girl in these 5 decades to steal her angels heart. Angelus noted Darla's departure but made no move to acknowledge it. Waiting for the doors to slam completely shut, he looked around the large Hurst mansion. He had to walk around the large building before he stopped at Drusilla's bedroom. It wasn't hard to find. He stared at the empty bedroom, as he waited for her to enter, and light a candle so he might see the detail of the decorum and gaze at her face. ~ "Now Lydia. You must go to sleep! If you don't, I'll be quite upset!" Drusilla said, as her sister yawned complaining that she was not in the least bit tired. "Sing me a song Dru!" Lydia said, bouncing straight up in her bed "Sing me the song mummy sings!" Lydia began to sway "Run, and Catch. The lamp is--" "Lydia, please. I'm very tired. I'll sing to you some other time." Her sister frowned. "Promise?" "Cross my heart" Drusilla said making a gesture with her hand over her chest. Lydia gave Dru a quick kiss on the cheek and hug her tight "You're my favorite sister in the whole world Dru" She smiled "I'm your only sister" Drusilla laughed back. They parted and Dru tucked Lydia back into bed. "But if I did have another sister, you'd still be my favorite." Drusilla smiled at her sister. The dimple on her cheeks came out in contrast to her blonde hair. She looked just like their father. Dru blew out the candle "Sleep tight" she whispered and walked out of the room, shutting the door lightly. - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 20:39:02 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 2) Charlotte Sometimes (Part 2) Angelus' head shot up, as a candle light came on in Drusilla's room. He watched as Drusilla stand their staring at her face in the mirror, Her eyes were large and pure, she looked like a saint. Angelus smiled as he remembered the first time he had seen Drusilla. He'd been out on a hunt with Darla. He plan was to kill them Drusilla and her Sister. But one look at her face. At her innocence and purity... He couldn't kill her! Not yet. Perhaps not ever. ~ Drusilla knew what her parents were doing. They were looking for a suitor, someone to care for Drusilla now that she was of age. In all truth she had been of age for the past three years. But she didn't want to married, she loved her sister, and wanted to stay here with her. Grabbing a hand full of water from the fresh pitcher the servants had left her she cleansed her face. Drusilla sighed as she walked to the closet, looking for a nightgown to wear. Looking up and down her clothes, there were so many. She could easily tell them all apart, what with them being her clothes. She thought of her sister. Would she pass these clothes down to her younger? Or, knowing her parents, they would throw them all away as soon as Dru left, and buy Lydia a fresh new closet. She picked up a white, modest nightgown, that came up around her neck, and ended at her ankles. ~ Angel thrust to the side, as his eyes suddenly lost track of his latest obsession, he smiled as her watched her take off the many layers of clothing she was forced to wear as a noble woman. It hardly was worth it. She'd be just as perfect without the ton of clothes she wore. He never understood the great drive the country put on looks these days. In a couple year's it'd all be but a passing phase, what was the point? Angelus' body moved to the side once again as he watched as Drusilla maid two braids in her long hair and tied a large gold ribbons at the bottoms, to keep it out of her face as she slept. She took as minute as she moved the numerous amount of dolls off her bed, onto the large rug that lay under her feet. She kept one though. He watched as she lifted the doll into her arms, and situated herself before blowing out the candles. Angelus waited for a minute, reliving the last few moments he had just seen, and turned on his heel, she was so pretty, and perfect. The fact that she live with her parents means she must be a maiden still. He smiled. A perfect, beautiful, young, virgin. He started to walk. He should wait, he told himself. Waiting's half the fun, half of the trill comes from perfect timing. He should wait. He should... But would he? Angelus turned back towards her house, and towards her window. He looked at the stair way that lead to two rooms below Dru's and then to her bedroom. He took a deep breathe. He could wait. He would wait. Timing was everything. It still is. He turned back towards the house and began to walk up the stair way and gazed into her room. She lay snuggled under her covers, holding the golden haired doll. Angelus smiled, and jumped on to the balcony of her room, to get a better look at this sleeping beauty. Her hair was so long, and beautiful. She had had it down early today, it was flowing past her waist. But now she had it up, not quiet as pretty. He couldn't see her eyes. But that didn't matter, he could remember them. A brimming chestnut hue. "Grrrr" Angelus looked down off the balcony, to the large dog the stand at the bottom of the staircase threatening to come upwards. Angelus smiled, and turned to look towards the sleeping Drusilla again "we'll meet soon." He sighed. "but first, you deserve a little fun" Angel turned to growl back at the dog, his face distorted and mangled. The dog immediately attacked, and ran right into Angelus' awaiting arms. - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html 'We look before and After, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought...' The Cure (Wish) ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #158 ****************************** 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. To unsubscribe, send email to majordomo@xmission.com with unsubscribe buffyfic-digest or unsubscribe buffyfic in the body. 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