From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #161 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Tuesday, May 5 1998 Volume 02 : Number 161 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (3/?) BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (5/?) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 3) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 4) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 5) 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: Tue, 5 May 1998 16:54:14 EDT From: Aglx Subject: BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (3/?) Deadly Instinct 3 Title: Deadly Instint (3/?) Author: Michelle E-mail: Aglx@aol.com Rating: PG Summary: Series after Vengeance & Lost & Found - Buffy & Angel, Xander & Willow are all vampires with souls. They are living in LA together. Previous Stories: You don't have to read the stories that came before this one to understand it, but it may help. If you like this story but don't understand it, it's probally because you haven't read Vengeance or Lost & found. That came before this one and this is a continuation of it. You can find it as well as all my other stories at: http://members.aol.com/aglx/buffywrittings.html Distribution: I'll say yes, but ask. Spoilers: Everything up to Killed By Death (just to be safe) Feedback: Please, good or bad, I need to know. The more feedback, the more writting I do! I won't care if you tell me this story is horrible, I just want to know. This story is something that happens after Killed By Death. Probally a Third season type story. This story has some pretty graphic descriptions (what? I like descriptive work). There is a PG rating on this story Just some Buffy like language and violence, and a few sexual indications. This story will go on for a while, or until I come up with a way to end it. The characters, Buffy, Xander, Willow, etc. belong to Joss Whedon, The WB, Sandollar, etc. ************** The door flew open. Everyone turned to see a slayer storm into the room, her eyes filled with determination to kill them all. She was about 5'7, and had dark brown eyes and long black hair. A stake was held ready in her right hand. "Hey, slow down...we're on your side here!" Angel said as he stepped in front of the group. "Oh, really? Last time I checked, vampires were the bad guys." The slayer stopped in the center of the room to examine them. "We're good vampires, though. We've got souls," Willow said, hoping for the chance to live. "Yeah, I heard about that. Too bad I'm still gonna have to kill you." "Well if that's the way you feel," Buffy said with a growl. She leaped off the ground and landed directly on the slayer. "We may just have to stop you," she said, showing her teeth. "Buffy, stop!" Angel cried out as he reached for her. "Why? She wants to kill us? She doesn't want to listen to reason. I say we kill her. Who's gonna know?" Buffy looked back at Angel but kept a tight hold on the slayer. "How about those hundreds of people outside?" Angel said. He was trying to keep her from doing something he knew she would regret. "Do you have a better idea?" Buffy asked. Sheknocked the stake out of the girl's hands. "Man, you are really bad at this slayer stuff." "That's because she's not the slayer I told you about." Buffy looked up to Spike with confused smile on her face. "What do you mean she's not the slayer?" "Well, I don't know if she's a real slayer or not but I do know she's not the one that kill Dru." "Okay, then let's find out who she really is." Buffy turned her attention back to the girl she was firmly pinning down to the ground. Buffy could smell her fear. "So, who are you?" "I'm Careen." "Are you a Slayer?" Buffy said. She was annoyed with the present situation. "One of them." "One of? You mean there are more than one?" "Yes, that's what I was implying." "Watch yourself. You're not exactly in a position to take your chances." The girl's expression tightened as she struggled to break away from Buffy. "Would you stop that!" The girl brought up one of legs and kicked Buffy off of her. Buffy rolled across the room and landed on her back. Careen whipped a stake out from a strap on her back and held it steadily over Buffy's chest. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 5 May 1998 16:55:39 EDT From: Aglx Subject: BUFFYFIC: Deadly Instinct (5/?) Deadly Instinct 5 Title: Deadly Instint (5/?) Author: Michelle E-mail: Aglx@aol.com Rating: PG Summary: Series after Vengeance & Lost & Found - Buffy & Angel, Xander & Willow are all vampires with souls. They are living in LA together. Previous Stories: You don't have to read the stories that came before this one to understand it, but it may help. If you like this story but don't understand it, it's probally because you haven't read Vengeance or Lost & found. That came before this one and this is a continuation of it. You can find it as well as all my other stories at: http://members.aol.com/aglx/buffywrittings.html Distribution: I'll say yes, but ask. Spoilers: Everything up to Killed By Death (just to be safe) Feedback: Please, good or bad, I need to know. The more feedback, the more writting I do! I won't care if you tell me this story is horrible, I just want to know. This story is something that happens after Killed By Death. Probally a Third season type story. This story has some pretty graphic descriptions (what? I like descriptive work). There is a PG rating on this story Just some Buffy like language and violence, and a few sexual indications. This story will go on for a while, or until I come up with a way to end it. The characters, Buffy, Xander, Willow, etc. belong to Joss Whedon, The WB, Sandollar, etc. ************** "Call them off." "Excuse me?" The girl asked angrily as she got to her feet. "You heard me. Call them off. You won't get to have any fun if they kill them all. A new slayer will be here soon. The two of you will get to kill them." "Two? But..." Tara was already annoyed with his overpowering sense of authority. "Yes, two. You will *both* kill them. She will most likely die in the fight anyway." "Fine," she said with a pout. She marched out of the room. "Oh, Buffy, Buffy, dear Buffy. You will pay for your crimes." The man stood up, took off his glasses and examined them for a second before putting them back on. ******** "Okay, lets get everyone out of here," said the slayer as she approched a small cluster of people outside the building. "But we haven't had any fun yet!" A young boy protested. "Don't worry, you will. But for now, get all of these people out of here. We need to wait until the right time." Tara turned away from the group. "Whenever that may be," she mumbled. "Okay, let's clear out," the young boy cried out and the group began to scatter away from the building. "Hey! They're leaving!" Xander said from beside the window as he watched the angry mob began to fade away. "What? They're leaving. This is going to be easier than I thought." Buffy said, her face lighting up with excitment. "Okay, great, they're leaving. But the sun is coming up soon and if you all keep standing in front of that window, you won't be here long enough to face them." Angel sat in a darkened corner of the room watching them all stand in front of the window. "Yeah, I guess we got kinda distracted." Spike said as he walked over to the living room. "Yeah, I guess so." Buffy waltzed over to Angel and sat on his lap. "Not a good thing to do, huh?" Angel sarcastically shook his head slightly. They both smiled and looked pasionately into each other's eyes. "So, who's hungry?" Xander said as he duckwalked Willow over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a package out of the box and handed it to him. She grabbed a couple more and tossed one to Spike. "What are we going to do about this slayer problem?" Willow asked, sounding worried. "I don't know about you guys, but I have every intention of killing her." "Spike." Buffy said, looking up from Angel. "Don't even think about it, Buffy. That girl killed Dru, and soul or no soul, she's going to die." Spike finished his package and threw it onto the counter. He turned his back to the group once again and sat down on the couch. "Whether I have your help or not." Minutes of silence passed that felt like an eternity. "I'll help," Buffy finally said after silently arguing with Angel over the subject. Spike looked up from the ground with a strange sense of hope in his eyes. "I'll help too," Willow said, following Buffy's lead. Xander glanced at her with a confused expression. He couldn't believe she was willing to be a part of killing someone. Ever since her soul was restored, she could think of nothing other than how to stop killing. "Me too," Xander finally said as Willow pleaded with his eyes. Everyone waited paitiently for Angel's response. They all knew that he desipsed Spike, but they also knew that he cared for Dru. Buffy finally broke the silence with her innocent words. "Angel?" He refused to look her in the eye because he knew what effect doing so always had on him. "I'll help," Angel said reluctantly. He raised his head to look at Spike but kept his eyes away from Buffy. "But don't expect me to kill her. I've killed too many, and caused too much pain, I won't do it anymore." "I understand. Thank you." Spike got to his feet and looked around the room. Faint smiles adorned all of their faces. They were clearly pleased with their colaboration. Angel dropped his head again as he remembed all the horrifying things he had done to the one person he had ever really loved. Buffy lifted his chin with her hand. He tried to turn away but she stopped him with a kiss. "What was that for?" He asked, finally allowing his eyes to connect with hers. "The past is over. Leave it there." Her words hit him like a stake through the heart. He couldn't believe that she still forgave him for everything he did. After all that they had been through, all the torture and pain he had caused her. End Part 4 -- Send feedback please! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 05 May 1998 15:58:23 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 3) I just realized I'd better put a warning for this story. There are some very violent things, a couple sex scene, the who ditty (it takes a lot to make a girl insane, you know!) So if your offended by such things, I'd turn back now. Also! Feedback! I want it! send me it! Charlotte Sometimes (Part 3) Drusilla's eyes fluttered open as she threw her hands up over her head, and stretched them loose. She got out of her bed, her feet touching the icy floor of the room, causing her to shiver, as it did every morn, even through the thick expensive rugs the cold ran through the house. Quickly Drusilla made her bed, and arranged her dolls on the pillows in an orderly fashion, this took less than 5 minutes. She could have done it in her sleep had she willed it. Drusilla picked up the last doll and lightly brushed some stray hair out of it's porcelain face. "Good morning Miss Edith." She told the doll, tapping it's glass nose with her fingertips "Watch over the others." She smiled as she put the fair haired doll in front of the others, and quickly went to her closet to get out a new set of clothes for the day For the life of her, Drusilla couldn't remember why Miss Edith was her favored doll, or how she even got the name Miss Edith for that matter. But it didn't matter. She had had that doll sense she was a small child, and looked fondly unto the day that she would pass it on to her sister. It took her over an hour to get ready, but once she was, she looked stunning. Her hair was flowing down her back, she rarely put it up, loving the way it flowed out behind her, and down her waist. She wore a long blue dress, not even liking the colour, though her mother would not permit her to wear red as she would have, she could have worn red everyday and never once have gotten sick of it. But her mother had said flashy things were only for small boys and whores. So she wore the blue dress. With one last glance in the glass mirror and she was heading down the stairs to greet the day. ~ Angelus ran his hand through the blondes thick hair, and sighed. Darla rolled over, laying her head in his lap. "Your thinking of her aren't you? His silence was answer enough. "If you want her so badly, then take her" Darla said playfully, toying with the ties on his black shirt. The was a pause, as Angelus' gaze meet hers. "I will" he promised. Moving to get up, gently pushing Darla's head off of his lap "But not yet. She's not ready" "She's mortal" Darla said harshly, receiving a confused look from the man towering over her. "You think I don't know this?" Darla rolled her eyes. "She's fragile. Your going to end up destroying her if you try to play" Angelus' smile sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. His mouth moved, so it was mere inches from her mouth. "maybe that's what I want?" Darla's laugh was cut short by Angelus' tongue as he ran it across her lips. "Don't bother yourself with it" He told Darla as he pinned her underneath him "I'll take care of Drusilla." Darla smiled sweetly up at him, loving his dominating nature "But who will take care of you?" - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/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: Tue, 05 May 1998 16:53:42 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 4) Charlotte Sometimes (Part 4) Drusilla walked down into the living quarters of the large house, to find her mother and the nurse huddled around a crying Lydia, trying their hardest to comfort the hysterical child. Drusilla immediately ran as fast as she could to her little sister. "Lydia?! What's wrong." Drusilla quickly scanned the tiny body for any hurts "Are-are you okay?" "Oh! Dru!" Lydia cried throwing her tiny arms around her sisters neck "What? What's that matter? Shhhhh..." She soothed, or tried to "What's happened?" Isabelle whispered to Drusilla behind Lydia's back. "Reginald has died" Lydia went into hysterics "He hasn't died! He was KILLED!" Drusilla tightened her arms around her sister. "Shhhh, it's okay. Nobody killed him" she said softly trying to sooth Lydia's tears "Why would anyone want to hurt Reggie?" Lydia began to cry and scream incoherently. Drusilla looked to her mother for help, but Isabelle was just as clueless as to what to do about Lydia as she was. There a long pause as Lydia cried, and Drusilla waited for the moment that Lydia's tears might ease up a bit. She didn't have to wait long, the little child began to stop trying to scream and just sniffed her nose a little, weeping occasionally. "Come here Lydia." Drusilla began trying to lightly get Lydia on her feet so she might walk. Lydia sniffled "Where are we going Dru?" Drusilla looked into the red tear streaked face of her sister, and almost began crying herself. "For a walk." Lydia numbly followed her sister to the large garden in the back of their house. She waited for her younger sister to get comfortable as they sat on the grass and then began. "Lydia" She sighed softly. "Your growing up so fast." Lydia sniffled. "I'm nearly seven and a half! I'm already grown up!" "I know." Drusilla smiled agreeing with her sister ever increasing need for independence. "But, there's a time when you get passed your childish ways" The child sniffled and looked down at the ground "But they only pass with knowledge." Lydia looked up at her sister. "I'm smart! I can read and write!" "I know that Lydia, but there's more to life than reading and writing" Lydia looked scornfully at Dru. If there was more than reading and writing why did she have to spend the better part of the day learning things? "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Like death" Drusilla said softly, not wanting to be the cause of another tantrum. "It was Reggies time to go Lydia. God wanted him to leave" "I thought dogs didn't have souls!" Lydia pouted back Drusilla remained silent for a moment not sure how to answer that, with a deep breathe she tired... "But that doesn't mean that god doesn't love him. It was his time to leave earth Lydia. And Reggie wouldn't want to see your tears, would he?" Lydia sniffled and thought for a minute. The little girl looked up again, and hugged Dru. With a couple of tears still left in her eyes she said "I love you Dru! Promise you'll never leave me! I don't want you to ever go! Even if God asks" "Lydia!" She yelled said harshly, pulling the child away so Drusilla could look into her eyes. "Don't ever talk like that again." "Please don't go!" Lydia shook her head franticly. "I won't." she said, holding her sister tightly. "But you should know, that what god wills to be shall be. No-ones going to change that" "I know, but I don't want to lose you Dru!" - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/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: Tue, 05 May 1998 16:54:39 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 5) Charlotte Sometimes (Part 5) Nighttime had taken forever to come, and Angelus found himself pacing back and forth, waiting for the time to come when he would be able to see his Drusilla again. Much to the annoyance of Darla that is. But now, at long last the sun had set, empowering Angelus as he went forth out of the small shack they had found as protection from the daylight He continued to think as he walked. True he *had* had the whole day to plot. To think about Drusilla. It was as much improvisation as forethought, though, with his sun condition, he had had less to do during the day than think. And play. But play would be so wonderful with his Drusilla. As soon as he had her. The way he wanted her. ~ Drusilla walked down the stairs from her house, donning her dark velvet cloak, as she did almost every night. "Drusilla?" Isabelle asked setting down the book she'd been reading and walked over to Dru "Are you going out so late?" Drusilla took a deep breath "Just for a walk mum. I shouldn't be long" She said. Drusilla went out every night, it was a tradition of hers since she'd been a young child. Her head was still spinning from the days events with her sister, and some fresh night air would be nice. She'd always loved the peacefulness of the night, "Lydia's tucked in, and I'd like some fresh air, if that's alright." "All right then" Isabelle smiled "Don't be out to long though. You've got a big day ahead of you." Drusilla turned to her mother. "What's that mamma?" Isabelle all but giggled in her glee. "We're going out to the town tomorrow eve." Drusilla still looked thoroughly confused "Why for?" "We need to get you some new clothes, my dear! The Caytons will be having a ball in one week's time! And we were invited. You especially!" Drusilla knew better than to argue with her mother when it came to balls. The Caytons were widely known though-out Prague for their lavish dances, and the fact that they had made special reference to invite the Hursts' must be a big thrill to her mother. But Drusilla still had no desire to go. Nonetheless she quickly agreed with her mother, wearing a smile as she stepped into the night air. ~ Angelus smiled as he approached the Hurst' household. He couldn't go inside, not yet at least. But it was still a pleasure to be there.. He stopped. Outside of Drusilla's house the door open. He stepped quietly into the shade of darkness and stared at the figure protruding from the door. Angelus' heart would have skipped a beat, had it a rhythm. "Drusilla" he whispered. ~ She walked quickly away from the house. Having no desire to stay on their property, had she only known the house was her only safety, perhaps she would have stayed inside. Her walking slowed down once outside the mansion gates. She was going to enjoy her time in the dark, to let her mind and body relax from all the days events. ~ He was only a step behind her the whole way, walking in the shadows, following her every move. She went off the trial. Walking out to the dark woods. So fearless. Never knowing. Angelus let a breathe of pleasurable tension escape his lips ~ Drusilla immediately turned around. She searched the night, looking in between the trees, wishing for a dagger, or knife, some protection should a violent stranger approach. "Hello?" she asked to the night, still looking around for the person she'd heard. Or had she? Drusilla shook her head. There was no-one out in the woods this late at night. No one except herself. ~ Angelus waited for her echoing footsteps before he came away from his hiding place in the shadows. He followed her, watching her body move. Watching her cloak as it tried to hide her long hair from the wind, and her arms as they traveled at her side ~ Drusilla took a deep breathe as she reached her final destination. There was nothing really special about the small clearing. But she always came down here, she could spend forever in this one place, and still long to come back. There were trees surrounding Dru, and over grown grass. Long flowers began to bloom as the beginning of spring approached. Drusilla willed her body to fall backwards onto the downy grass, and she lay there. Daydreaming of pleasurable things, and not balls, nor fancy gowns, or even marriages. ~ The desire to take her there, as she lay so peaceful on the grass was so overwhelming, it took so much of his strength to tell his desires 'no' and to make them back off so he might savor these few moments of peaceful silence. She stirred. Sitting straight up. "Who's there?" she asked aloud again. ~ Drusilla could feel the watchful gaze of another. She wasn't alone. She couldn't be. Her senses wouldn't dissuade her so much as to feel another's' presence. A picture came into her head suddenly. Drusilla shook her head free of the odd picture. It remained still but the energy behind it lessened. She couldn't focus on what the image looked liked. But knew, with out a doubt what it was. Her mind was telling her there was an angel. An angel? She thought. "An angel?" she whispered to the night. ~ It was Angelus' turn to be surprised. What a clever girl, how had she come up with that? ~ Drusilla stood up, an uneasy feeling was claiming her, and she suddenly had the strong urge to run home. She didn't though. She stood up slowly straightening any remaining ripples that may still be on her dress, and walked the rest of the way home. At as peaceful pace. - -- ~ ` ~ LadySun ~ ` ~ SD - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html FK - http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/FK/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 #161 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. 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