From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #246 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Friday, June 26 1998 Volume 02 : Number 246 In this issue: Re: BUFFYFIC: My Moria (7/?) BUFFYFIC: You Always Hurt The Ones You Love BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Back from beyond the grave, and in need of some major resurrection Re: DISSCUSION: BUFFYFIC: My Moria (7/?) BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (2/11) BUFFYFIC: "Iris" Part 1 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: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 18:57:53 +0500 From: cranberie@juno.com (sheila taylor) Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: My Moria (7/?) Great! I was waiting for an other installment. I liked the idea of Cordy as watcher over Buffy's daughter. I am really interested in reading the next chapter and discovering how Cordy handles telling Moria. I wonder if Moria's three friends are in line to become the next scooby gang? Sheila ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 22:52:57 -0400 From: uzenet@videotron.ca Subject: BUFFYFIC: You Always Hurt The Ones You Love Name: You Always Hurt the Ones You Love Author: Northlight email: uzenet@videotron.ca Content: Post Becoming Part 2 Buffy angst Summary: Buffy meets someone after leaving Sunnydale, and they share their stories. Disclaimer: Buffy and all related events belong to Joss Whedon. Erik and all his story belong to Marvel Comics and appear in Thunderbolts. ::I'm so... so sorry. It's all my fault. I failed you -- like I've failed everyone else -- ::: - -Thunderbolts #16 Buffy stared into her rapidly cooling cup of coffee blankly, the soft strains of a Shania Twain song washing over her. Her hands were clasped around the Styrofoam cup, more out of a lack of anything else to do with them than in a desire for warmth. Her eyes, though red rimmed, were dry. She had cried her fill since she had left Sunnydale behind. Now, she was just... empty. Buffy didn't think, she didn't feel -- it was the only way to keep the agony from sparking back through her. She was numb. There was somebody standing over her, hesitating. Buffy didn't look up. She didn't care who it was, she didn't care about anything. "May I sit down?" a rumbling male voice finally spoke. Buffy finally lifted her head, with agonizing slowness. She had expected to see another oily man ready to move in on the apparently helpless teenager and already had a denial forming on her lips. It never crossed them. Whatever the man may have been, it wasn't a predator. He was large and muscular, but his eyes had a deep sorrow that struck a chord in Buffy. He gestured around the small dinner. "All the other tables are taken," he explained. Buffy nodded, slightly surprised by her response. She didn't want to be with anybody, she didn't want to deal with the small talk and questions that were always directed towards her. But, somehow, she had the feeling that this man wouldn't be asking about her hometown and where she was headed. He smiled briefly, an expression that didn't reach his eyes, and sat down at the booth across from Buffy. He set his coffee down and mimicked Buffy's position, his large hands clasped around the cup. They sat in silence for a long moment. "Buffy," she said finally, forcing her name out past her constricted throat. His head jerked up in surprise, as if he had forgotten that she was there with him. He hesitated a moment, and Buffy thought that he wouldn't answer. She wondered what had made her speak in the first place. Her eyes had shifted back to the placid surface of her coffee before he finally responded. "Erik." Buffy lifted her head, darting a quick, drawn smile towards him in acknowledgment. They each slid back into an isolated silence, both lost to their own thoughts. "Erik?" Buffy said suddenly. The familiar image of Angel, his eyes wide with shock and confusion, his hands reaching out to her beseechingly, had risen in her mind once again. The haunting image was enough to make a quiver of pain threaten the comforting numbness. "What?" His voice was raw with pain when he answered. "Trade stories? You tell me your pain, I'll tell you mine," Buffy replied. He looked about ready to bolt at her question, so Buffy quickly altered her request. "Or maybe, you could just listen...?" "No... I need someone to talk to. And at the moment, you're the only person I have." The spark of sorrow in his eyes ignited briefly at that statement. Their eyes met, and they stared at each other uncomfortably. Each of them needed to speak, but neither of them knew how to begin. They had been silent for so long, and it was a habit that was hard to break. Erik cracked first. "My brother... he's dead. It was all my fault, and I couldn't even save him!" His voice was shaking. Erik's hands unconsciously clenched around the cup he held, sending the lukewarm liquid splashing across the scarred tabletop. Neither of them moved to clean it. "My lover is dead. It was my fault twice over, and I couldn't save him!" "My family was ruined, shamed, and destroyed because of my actions. I did something that I knew was wrong without a thought of what it would mean for those who I left behind..." "He was lost to me because I was a selfish little girl. And I lost my last chance to make things right because I wasn't fast enough! I saw him die -- begging me to explain why he was hurting, and I couldn't!" Buffy's voice was filled with self recrimination, and tears threatened to end their absence. "My brother died in my arms, only hours after I had gone to him to try and set things right." Erik looked down at his hands, as if expecting to see his brother's blood still coating them. "I walked out on my mother, and she doesn't want me back. She never understood me, I was always too much trouble. She deserved better than me." "I betrayed the man who saved my life. He trusted me, and I turned on him," Erik countered. "I always hurt my friends -- they've suffered so much because of my presence in their lives. And now, they're hurting because I left them. Everybody whose life I touch, I hurt." The tears began trickling down Buffy's pale cheeks as the memory of her friends standing before the school surfaced in her mind. Willow, in her wheelchair. Giles, bruised and bandaged. Xander, his arm held in a cast. And they had all looked so worried... so lost. Erik cast a brief, sympathetic glance at her before returning to his own misery. "I betrayed the woman that I cared for, I abandoned my friends when they needed me. I... I always end up betraying somebody..." The memory of Dallas' face sent pain stabbing through his heart. The look of betrayal on her face had been heartbreaking -- and knowing what had happened to her afterwards didn't help his concience any. And what of his team? How would they fare without him? The air around them was thick with tension and unspoken memories. Erik finally tore his eyes away from the girl's tearing ones and grabbed a napkin, swiping at the spreading coffee puddle. "So, do we offer the wise advise that usually comes at this point or leave it as is?" Buffy choked out, cutting through the suddenly uncomfortable silence which had claimed them. Erik looked at her, a tight smile determinedly forced onto his lips. "Nah. I've fucked up my own life quite enough -- I don't think I'm the best person to be telling someone else how to fix theirs." "I can understand that," Buffy replied. She glanced down at her watch, and sighed softly. Time to get moving again. "I've gotta go, my bus is coming soon..." Buffy said, standing up and sliding out of the booth. "I should be going too," Erik said, following Buffy's actions. He held his hand out to her, and Buffy's hand met his own. "It was nice meeting you, Buffy... And I hope that everything turns out well for you." "Same to you, Erik." With one last smile, this one slightly less sorrowful, Buffy headed out the door. Maybe, one day soon, she'd try and make things right. End http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/7493/buffy.html ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 23:08:48 EDT From: ingrid29@juno.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: DISCUSS: Back from beyond the grave, and in need of some major resurrection Hey again, fellow ficers... I just got my computer back together after another computer-crashing stunt by the crasher of all crashers, mon frere. The good news is he's now forbidden to touch my computer, and I've got a new hard-drive that's twice as big as my old one. The bad news is that once again, everything I've ever saved has been mercilessly deleted! Here's what I'm asking. If you have *all* the parts of reunion, and if you are willing to serve them to my server in bite-sized-pieces, LET ME KNOW- DON't SEND THEM TO ME UNTIL I TELL YOU TO! This is a measure to avoid the flooding of my pathetic mailbox. I've been on here for about five hours sorting through all the stuff I missed in my two weeks in hell. Maybe I can finish Reunion tomorrow! (Wouldn't that be lovely!!) Throwing myself at your mercy once again... - -Ingrid "There are a lot of sheep, aren't there?" "eh?" - --Monty Python _____________________________________________________________________ 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, 25 Jun 1998 19:36:11 -0700 From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.) Subject: Re: DISSCUSION: BUFFYFIC: My Moria (7/?) On Thu, 25 Jun 1998 18:57:53 +0500 cranberie@juno.com (sheila taylor) writes: >Great! I was waiting for an other installment. I liked the idea of >Cordy as watcher over Buffy's daughter. I am really interested in >reading the next chapter and discovering how Cordy handles telling >Moria. I wonder if Moria's three friends are in line to become the >next scooby gang? > >Sheila Glad you liked it. As for Moria's three friends being the next scooby gang...totally possible, just not too sure how I can word it in. That would mean I have to weave two plots into one and have them mesh well. So...maybe. Charity aka Taygeta Writer of "Capeside:the Hellmouth," "My Moria," "Chronicles of the White Knight," "In Opacitatem Habitant Modo," "Elan Vital," "BSC:Freshman," "Summer Waves," "The Summer After," and "Beyond the Creek." Co-president of the Buffy-Xander Lovers Club To Join, fill out the form at: http://www.geocities.com/televisioncity/set/9257/bxlclub.html Keeper of Xander's quote, "People don't fall in love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream-what they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive." Keeper of Xander's awkward moment with Buffy (Phases) Keeper of Xander's ability to put together a M-16 in 57 seconds "But you saved me. As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You've kept me honest ... made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you owe me nothing ... I don't know if I wanna do this alone ... I don't know if I can ... and if I quit now they win." Fox Mulder from The X-files Movie: Fight the Future. "She wasn't you...when I was about to be trampled by those bulls, all I could think about was that I would never see you again," -Richard to Caroline "Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone, but you," -Scully "Our love is like a rose...beautiful when in bloom, but it'll never last," Tuxedo Mask to Sailormoon "She's everything," -Dawson about Joey "Everything I've ever done has been for you!" Ethan Hawke in Great Expectations. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Jun 1998 10:42:39 EDT From: Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Fallen From Grace" (2/11) Notes: Takes place the January or so of Angel's change. E-mail me for missing pieces. :) Disclaimers: Blake and the Coordinator, etc, are mine. The rest would appear to belong to High God Joss. Feedback: YES! To KylenRevik@aol.com, please, whether it be good or bad or something in-between. ~ Two Sunnydale High School. Pike wasn't quite sure what he had expected, but he knew it hadn't been to find Buffy a junior-- back two years, comparitively speaking. She'd told him once that she'd skipped first grade, and he had always figured she'd sort of made up for that later on in life by being such a ditz for however long it was she'd been a ditz for. But then again, who knew? By the time she burned down Hemery's gym, though, he supposed she had probably more than made up for the advancement-- and so it didn't make that much of a splash to discover that after she'd transferred what with her record and any placement exams she had probably been required to take, that she'd been placed a grade or two back. Though the fact had to suck, he decided. Exactly why he'd dropped high school and then gotten a GED when he'd decided to try for some engineering classes at Phoenix U. Low profile, low cost college. He was lucky to have gotten in, and he was looking forward to going. So he wasn't quite sure why he had decided to look Buffy up. But he had, and now he was standing in front of her high school, a good twenty minutes after the beginning of first period. Merrick's books had spoken of Sunnydale as being a Hellmouth, whatever that was. Pike had looked it up as soon as Buffy had told him that's where she was headed for. She'd been upset when he had told her he was off to San Antonio, but they had both known anything they had between them probably wouldn't have lasted much longer, thanks to the Slayage she was doing and his own problems with constantly killing things. Now that he was on his way to Arizona, he had decided it was time to get a little closure as far as Miss Buffy Summers was concerned. And last night's encounter at the Bronze hadn't done much to help him get any of that. So, he figured, this would be as good a place as any to see the Buffster in her natural enviornment. He'd be able to get a handle on how she'd changed, what about her he still knew, and if he was lucky he could get the information firsthand from the other kids around school. He just hoped it wouldn't mean he was going to have to deal with anybody as shallow as the rich bitches Buffy had known back in LA. Though, knowing his luck, he wouldn't be surprised. So with a deep breath and a silent prayer that everything would wind up going okay, Pike moved toward the entrance to the school. Best place to start was the library, he decided. It had said in Merrick's books that most Watchers staked out occupations, when they had them, where they would be exposed to knowledge and be constantly aware of what was going on around them. The highest- ranking place for someone like that would be something more like a computer teacher, Pike thought, but what were the chances of anybody involved in the Watcher's Network being adept enough with computers to hold a position like that? Of course, the next best thing would have to suffice. And so he headed for the library. He was, he knew, basing this on the completely random assumption that Buffy's new Watcher would have a job somewhere near her. Which made sense, given that they were supposed to _watch_ their charges... Too much thinking and not enough doing, he finally decided. Time to go in, find the library, determine if the librarian was a Watcher, and if not, boogie. Pike took the steps up the front walk two at a time, and moved swiftly and easily through the hallway. It wasn't until he was inside that he realized he had no idea whatsoever of where the library was located. Looked like he'd just have to methodically search the whole place, he decided. Not a problem, he had all the time in the world. And if he hadn't found it by the time the bells rang, he would just ask one of the students for help. * "Hey, hello?" Pike called twenty minutes later, as he walked into the library. "Anybody here?" The librarian-- at least, he assumed the older man was a librarian-- walked out from a back office, peering at Pike through a pair of thick glasses. "Yes?" he asked. "Hey," Pike said, leaning up against a bookshelf. "I was wondering...I'm looking for a book." "I see," the man said. "And...you're a student here?" "Nah," Pike said. "But a friend of mine goes here and if you've got it I'll just ask her if she can check it out for me." When the librarian nodded, Pike continued. "It's called the Pagamon Codex, it's an occultish sort of thing...real hard to find. Or so my friend tells me." He watched closely for a reaction, and was rewarded with a look of complete and utter _shock_ on the librarian's face-- for a moment. Then the expression was quickly covered, replaced by a facade of calm. *Bingo,* Pike thought. *This would be the guy.* He'd been trying to come up with a way of determining who Buffy's Watcher was since last night, finally deciding that if he mentioned some piece of little-known Slayer lore, then he'd at least be able to gage whether or not whoever he was talking to had the sligtest clue as to what was going on around themself. "I-- I'm afraid we don't have a copy of that, in fact, I've never, I've never heard of it," the librarian stammered. The cover was so obvious, Pike could have seen it in his sleep. Sure, he could see where the guy wouldn't want to just blurt out, yes, he was the Watcher of the Chosen One-- but on the other hand, if somebody came up and obviously knew what was going on, then what could be lost by a small amount of reserved blurting? "Nice try, pops," Pike said. He offered a hand. "You must be the Watcher?" The librarian took his hand, and let Pike shake it, but shook his head. "No," he said. "I-- I think you have the wrong person." Pike shook his head, releasing the hand. "Nah," he said. He looked the Watcher over. "I know what's up with her," he said. "The Slayage thing. So you can drop the 'see no evil' act." There was a tense moment, then the librarian nodded slowly. "I...see. And, if I were to give your claim substance, how would you know about this, exactly?" "Because," Pike said, "I'm friends with her. From Merrick's time." He grinned. "Back in the day." Another moment of silence. "I see." The two stood there for a moment, and Pike was about to open his mouth to say more when the phone in the Watcher's office rang. "Excuse me," the older man said. "Stay right here, please, I won't take more than a minute." Pike nodded. "Sure, whatever," he said, settling back in next to the bookcase. "Take your time." * Giles moved into the office, pondering the appearance of this...young man. Who said he knew Buffy from when Merrick had been her Watcher. He swallowed. He always hated thinking about the time before he had been assigned to Buffy, and he did his best, usually, to try and not think about it. He was perfectly capable of doing his duty without concentrating on that portion of the past, most of the time. Though every so often, he had read the previous Watcher's diaries, and wondered at the differences between the Buffy who had slain Lothos, the oldest known vampire, and the one who was now constantly battling everything he told her. The supreme sort of teenage rebelliousness, he supposed. He picked up the telephone on the third ring, putting it to his ear. "Sunnydale High School library, Mr. Giles speaking. May I help you?" "Rupert," came an English-accented voice through the line. Giles felt the blood drain from his face when the person spoke his name. The Coordinator of the Watcher Network-- he'd have recognized that voice anywhere. Any Watcher would. "Yes, Sir?" he asked, doing his best to make certain his voice didn't shake. "We've come to a descision," the Coordinator said. His voice was, as always, quiet and even. "Yes?" Giles asked, though he knew that descisions made by the Coordinator and delivered in person, so to speak, were not usually the sort that were well-received by those they were intended for. "Your Slayer is going to have to die," the voice said, a little softer. "_What_?!" Giles exclaimed, horrified. "What are you-- What on earth is going on?!" There was a silence on the other end of the line, for a few long seconds, before the Coordinator spoke again. "After the incident with Mr. Zebuto's Slayer, we have realized there is a fair chance that we can create enough Slayers to effectively battle the darkness," he said in the same low voice he had used the last time they'd spoken, when he'd told Giles he was being assigned to Buffy. Since then, any communication between the two had been through "the proper channels" in the Network, and Giles had to admit he had enjoyed the feeling of distance. He wasn't exactly fond of the Coordinator. "Neutralizing and then reviving your Slayer is the easiest and most direct approach." Giles drew the phone away from his ear for a moment, just staring at it in shock before bringing it back. "Sir," he said quietly, "might I ask why you have decided to play this disgusting excuse for an April Fool's trick in the middle of January?" There was a moment's silence, then the Coordinator spoke again, and his voice had turned to iron. "This is not a joke, Rupert," he said. "You've sworn to do all in your power to protect and assist the Slayer in her quest against the Evil. This will ease her burden. Tell her to prepare. That will be all." Before he had a chance to speak again, Giles found himself holding a dead line in his hand. He swallowed, trying to regain some sort of equilibrium and determine what on Earth had posessed the Coordinator and the Network, alike. He glanced up, realizing he still had that peculiar visitor standing out against the bookshelves. If he truly was a friend of Buffy's, and he had known her when she had first been Called...his sudden appearance here had to have more to do with events than if it were a mere coincidence. Giles shivered, his blood running cold. He would have to do all in his power to keep the young man from Buffy, in that case. "Yes," he said, as he walked out of his office and the young man came off the shelf to stand in the middle of the room. "Miss Summers, eh, Buffy, is not in school today. She had other matters to take care of. Might I have your name, and I'll let her know that you came by?" The young man shrugged, then nodded. "Sure," he said. "Name's Pike. I'll drop in again, tomorrow." Then he turned and left the library. Giles watched him go, shaking his head a little and wondering what on Earth he was going to tell Buffy. The more he thought, the more he began to wonder if the boy's story had been true at all. If he was really an assassin sent by the Network, then it was certainly possible that they had provided him with the information he would need to get close to her, and kill her. But what had the Coordinator meant when he had said she would be brought back? He couldn't mean they would put her body through the trauma of being killed, then returned to life, could he? Because what if it didn't work? Giles sighed as the bell rang, knowing Buffy would be in within a few minutes, for a brief check-in, and he would have to have something to tell her. He just wished he knew what it would be. ~ Comments to KylenRevik@aol.com, please! ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Jun 1998 10:55:02 PDT From: "Jennifer M." Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Iris" Part 1 TITLE: "Iris" AUTHOR: Jennifer M. (cliodhna25@hotmail.com) SUMMARY: Major Angel/Buffy angst... Angel and Buffy are thinking back on their times together, and know that a future is impossible. RATING: PG TIME PERIOD: After Becoming 2, Angel has returned from Hell, with his soul. THANK YOU: Andrea Newbery, you were inspiring. Also thank you to the Goo Goo Dolls, who gave me this idea. Thank you Joss for the great series, and for writing terrific dialogue, some of which I used for this piece. FEEDBACK: Yes, please. DISTRIBUTION: Just ask. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Seriously, nothing. I have only my ideas, so please take that into consideration. "Iris" is property of the Goo Goo Dolls (absolutely my favorite song!), and Characters from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" belong to Joss Whedon, et. al. NOTES: This is part one of a two parter. <> indicates thoughts and memories. Single quote marks indicate speaking to oneself. Iris Part 1 "Angel" Angel sat in his apartment, pondering his many mistakes over the years. Close to 250 to be exact, he thought. His biggest mistake, his brightest love, was Buffy. And, she was a Vampire Slayer. He was enraptured from the first time he saw her. And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now. The very first time he saw her, she sat on the steps of her school, her long blond hair was blowing as, and her innocence was stripped from her with one short exchange. <"I don't have a destiny. I'm destiny-free, really," she told the stranger.> The confusion on her face had made Angel want to rush to her, and explain everything. From the first, he had wanted nothing more than to hold her and protect her from the bad things that go bump in the night. <"Yes, you have. You are the chosen one. You alone can stop them." Her former watcher told her. "Who?" "The vampires."> Angel remembered the time when he first approached her in Sunnydale. He was determined to help the frail-looking girl without becoming involved in her life. He just had to do something. He had to be sure she was prepared and ready for The Harvest. He knew that if anything were to happen to her, his life would be over. She had hidden above him when he followed her down that alley. She swung down and knocked him off of his feet. She was much more athletic than even he had given her credit for. She was so beautiful in her anger at her situation. Buffy didn't want the official title as "The Slayer." It was unfair to her. It was unfair to him, he thought. She deserved better than a danger-filled life. A life that included vampires and, of course, saving the world every few months or so. The love he felt for this girl was overwhelming. It consumed him. And, during the time when he was "cryptic guy" he knew he was being drawn toward her. He knew that their lives were going to be very hard to separate. And, he tried. Oh, how he tried to avoid becoming so close to her. And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight Angel thought of the first time they shared a kiss... the sweetness of her lips in her kitchen. Her mother had no idea he was there, and Buffy had no idea he was her mortal enemy. He tried to hide his demon from her. He tried to keep her from finding out. But, she did. And, all it took was her mouth on his for him to lose control. His evil demon took over his features, and she screamed. She pushed him away from her, and he ran. He ran like a child. And, he should never, ever have forgotten that. Because he forgot that he could lose control of the demon when he was with her, he lost her forever. Then, he remembered when she kissed him in the ice-skating rink. She hadn't noticed or cared about his features... his demonic features. She was concerned for him. The thought of that just amazed him beyond belief. That anyone would, or could care for him... he hadn't known it was possible for centuries. And, here was this small, beautiful girl who loved him. Vampire or not. And I don't want the world to see me ‘Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am She loved him. A vampire. The amazing possibility of it was shocking to him, even now. He sat on his bed, and mourned the loss of the love of his life. He remembered in aching detail, every feature on her lovely face. "Oh Buffy." He whispered. He pulled his pillow to his chest and hugged it tightly. He remembered when he was a child and he used to et scared at night, he did the same thing. The memory brought a sad smile to his face. God, how he missed her. He missed her smile. He missed her sarcastic sense of humor. He missed her love. He would give anything to have her back. He would give his life to hold her just once more... but that was impossible. She told him that last night. He could never, ever see her again, if he expected her to live her life. Their life together was over, and there was nothing he could do to get it back. Nothing. She had said, harshly, to leave her alone. To never come to her, to never visit her, to never see her. Ever again. And, he would not. He would do anything she asked him, and starting tonight, he would never again be a presence in her life. And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive And, so, he was leaving Sunnydale for ever. He would never return to the place where he had first experienced love. He would never again see her. This young girl who so cared for him once. That part of his life was over. But, he had his memories. And, he would never forget her. He would live his life protecting people from the demons she so hated. The demons she fought with her precious life each and every night with such skill and force. He would use what she taught him about living to kill the dead. And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #246 ****************************** 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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