From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #264 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Saturday, July 18 1998 Volume 02 : Number 264 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 47) BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 43) BUFFYFIC: XtVS 1/1 BUFFYFIC: "Part One: Darla" (1/2) 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: Sat, 18 Jul 1998 02:16:13 -0700 From: _-Sun-_ Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 47) Title: Charlotte Sometimes (part 47) Author: _-SuN-_ Email Addie: Kbleyle@Earthlink.Net Rating: R (Well, I AM making someone insane here....) Warning: There are lots of violent parts! And a coupe sexual scenes. Nothing a 15 year old living in 1998 couldn't read I think - but I'm just warning you. Also: You think this is getting wild? Try experiencing it first hand! (sympathy towards Drusilla may be sent after you read this) *g* Feedback: Yes! Send it now! Disclaimer: Drusilla and Angelus belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, 20th Century, the WB, etc. The Story and the other characters cast are mine! :P~ (but they all die anyways soo...) Summary: How *did* Drusilla become a vampire? And get your mind outta the gutter! I know what your thinking about after the last chapter and I'm gonna say right now you're gonna be disappointed! ;) Charlotte Sometimes (part 47) Drusilla watched her demon intently, every small curve of his mouth, every glimmer in his eye until she became aware that it was pitch black. She couldn't see him... She could see him.. She *didn't* see him.. Drusilla whimpered again, successfully scaring the monster on her bed. Her mind was dead. It was perceptions, assumptions, lies, it was evil! And it was dead. But then - everyone else was dead. Everyone that mattered had already lied to her, and left. So what made her so different? Drusilla stopped, closing her eyes to dim the pain, and perhaps to hide some tears. "Drusilla?" She gasped recalling the thing here with her. "Leave," She asked timidly "Leave me and never ever come back." * He was going to cry. The game had already gone to far, and he wasn't even finished. ~ She's mortal, she's fragile. Your going to end up destroying her if you try to play ~ Angelus laughed at that thought. He wasn't going to destroy his precious Drusilla. He loved her. But things weren't looking good. Drusilla was already acting erratic... Well, then again what did he expect? To kill her family and get kisses? "You don't want me to leave." He mocked her unintentionally but it was the truth "You love me." * Her eyes turned to saucers at the accusation, but it was hard to bear the truth... That his words rang truth... If he was crazy then so was she. Because she did love him! She did love the man destroying... That *did* destroy her life, that wanted her dead. She opened her mouth to cry but a scream escaped instead, turning herself into the cabinet she clutched the dresser for support. She loved him. It was true. And he knew it... And she knew it.. Drusilla's scream ran through the house and echoed throughout the room. But no one came. There was no knock at the door 'Drusilla are you okay?'. And still she screamed tearing her throat and bruising the strings that gave her voice. Her hands came in contact with an object. Slamming the mirror unto the floor, shattering it. Turning and slamming the kerosene on the floor along with anything else that came into her grasps until it was Angel. * He held her tightly, cursing himself for hurting her yet again. "Dru," He gasped shaking her lightly "Drusilla! Calm down! Calm down Dru! I'm sorry" He hissed only scaring her more. "You're a killer! A demon! Evil!" She sobbed unable to make her heart believe what her mind already knew. He grasped her tighter now afraid she was going to break like the mirror if he let go. "I want to hate you," She whispered, burying herself in his embrace, "why won't you let me?" - -- _-SuN-_ Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/ Guardian of Spike's Need to be Violent to Others And of Spike's *Need* to Torture people with Railroad Spikes. _ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _ _ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _ _ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _ _ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Jul 1998 02:17:44 -0700 From: _-Sun-_ Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 43) Okay, I feel bad so I wrote this shorty. I've kinda got a bit of writers block, so as soon as something neat/new pops in my head I'll start writing again! Title: Charlotte Sometimes (part 43) Author: _-SuN-_ Email Addie: Kbleyle@Earthlink.Net Rating: R (Well, I AM making someone insane here....) Warning: There are lots of violent parts! And a coupe sexual scenes. Nothing a 15 year old living in 1998 couldn't read I think - but I'm just warning you. Feedback: Yes! Send it now! Disclaimer: Drusilla and Angelus belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar, 20th Century, the WB, etc. The Story and the other characters cast are mine! :P~ (but they all die anyways soo...) Summary: How *did* Drusilla become a vampire? Charlotte Sometimes (Part 43) "Drusilla? Babe? You alive?" Ian asked as he walked around her, checking out the burns and scratches. Nothing bleed to death deep.. She'd be alright. Drusilla rolled onto her back looking up at the exotic features of this new man... Fear jetted though her.. She didn't like this man, he was dark, very untrusting. Everything about him screamed evil. She managed to get into a sitting position and scramble backwards until her back slammed against the wall. She looked towards the face again shocked to see stars and blurs. Drusilla's head feel between her bent knee's as she cried, trying to cover her face with her hands. "Great," Ian mumbled "well, there had to be a reason he dumped her with me" He sighed, wishing he had a little help here. "Dru?" He asked again. Her head snapped up, vision coming back better now as she got a good look at him. He smiled, wondering if she was as innocent as she looked. "You're gonna be stayin' here for a while." She frowned. "I need to go. Go find Lydia." Ian knelt down next to her, and Drusilla whispered "She's alone" He nodded, looking the confused girl. "Yah. You *need* to rest." He laughed "C'mon, you can stay in my room," Ian stood holding out his hand, but as suspected she looked down. Afraid. "It's gotta bed" he smiled. Ian envisioned her busting with tears any minute "Are you going to hurt me." "Nah, got pretty strict orders on that" Drusilla smiled and laid her hand in his. "My names --" "Ian," Drusilla smiled "My savior..." - -- _-SuN-_ Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/ Guardian of Spike's Need to be Violent to Others And of Spike's *Need* to Torture people with Railroad Spikes. _ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _ _ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _ _ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _ _ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Jul 1998 10:18:14 -0700 From: Jeff Weitkamp Subject: BUFFYFIC: XtVS 1/1 Title: Xander the Vampire Slayer Author: Jeff W E-Mail: weit@inlink.com Feedback: Yes please. Tell me anything. Was is good, bad, or what. Distribution: Please ask and I'll say yes. Spoilers: None Summary: This is a funny story around Xander. Rating: G for general. Time line: Sometime Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Joss Wheadon ect. ____________________________________ Xander the Vampire Slayer By Jeff W Xander thought of it as, the thing. The thing made him nervous. Xander stared at the thing, afraid to touch it. The thing just sat there, doing nothing. It became a contest between Xander and it, to see which would do nothing the longest. The thing eventually won when Xander stood up and said in frustration, "I can't take this any longer. I've got to get this thing out of here." Xander walked his bed. Looking around on the floor, he spotted the wire that ran between the wall and his phone. Quickly Xander followed the wire till it led him to the phone. Xander picked up the phone and dialed the number from memory. On the second ring, he heard the phone pickup, and a female voice say, "Hello." "Hey Will, it's me." Xander said. "Hi Xander." "Willow," Xander said. "I want you to come over and get this thing out of here. I can't stand it sitting there." "Get what Xander?" Willow asked in confusion. Then she realized what he was talking about and said, "Oh, that. Why, isn't it working?" "I don't know. I don't want to touch it. It makes me nervous." Xander confessed to his friend. "There's nothing to be afraid of Xander. You've used one before." "Yeah, but that was different." Xander said. "It was at school or you were there to tell me what to do. Besides, what will I do with it anyway." "Xander, what do you mean. Didn't you ever pay attention in class." "Well of course I did." Xander said defensively. "But after class I tend to forget things." "Xander, you're being childish." Willow said. "I'm not being childish. Just immature." Xander said. "Let's not argue Willow. Just come and take it back. I know you have a new one but you can always use two. You know, one for everyday and one for dress up." "I do not need two computers Xander. Look you don't have to use it for anything special. There are games on it." "Games are fun." Xander said. "Or maybe I could swim that net thing. I forgot about that. I've heard about the fun stuff there." "You mean surf the web." Willow said. "Whatever." "You know Xander that you have to be 18 to look at the dirty pictures?" "Wh... Who said anything about dirty pictures." Xander said guiltily. "How would I get in touch with this Weber thing." Xander asked. "You need to get an ISP." Willow said. "An Ispie," Xander asked. "Is that some kind of accessory." "No, an ISP is a company that let's you connect into the Internet." "Oh, How do I get one of those." Xander asked. "Never mind. We'll take care of that some other time." Willow said. "Why don't you try to write something." "Write. That sounds like homework. No thank you." Xander said. "It's not homework if your not doing it for school." "Well what would I write?" Xander asked. "I don't know. Why don't you write me a letter." Willow suggested. "Why would I write you a letter Willow, when I can just call you on the phone?" "I don't know Xander. Use your imagination." Willow said. Then an idea struck her and she said, "There you go. Use that overactive imagination of yours, and write a story." "A story. About what?" Xander asked. "I don't know," Willow said. "It's your imagination. You're suppose to think it up." After a few more minutes of persuasion Willow convinced Xander to try and write a story. It took several more minutes to walk him through the system start up and opening up the word processor." "Now what do I write." Xander asked. "How about 'Good night Willow." Willow said. Xander cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder. Then he began to type using two fingers the words "Good Night". Then Xander realized what Willow meant and said, "Oh, I get it Willow, But..." "I don't know Xander." Willow said. "Make something up. Use your imagination. Write out your wildest fantasy. You decide." "Well okay, Good night Willow." "Good night Xander. See you in the morning." Willow said before she hung up the phone. Then she turned off the light by her bed, pulled up the covers and lay down shutting her eyes. She lay there for minute, then her eyes popped open as she thought about what she had said to Xander. She repeated the words again to herself, "Write your wildest fantasy." She thought about the implications of that statement, and said, "Eeeewwww." Then she rolled over, shut her eyes and drifted into sleep, wondering if she may have created some kind of monster. Xander stared at the screen for a while, not knowing what to do. He had never done anything like this when he didn't have to. What should I write? He thought. Willow said I should write about my wildest fantasy, he thought. What was that daydream he had today during trig class? Oh yeah, he thought as he remembered. That would be cool. All right, I'll write about that. Now how do I start? Well I'll start at the beginning. So what goes at the beginning? After pondering for a moment, he said aloud, "A title. That's what I need." Xander placed his hands on the keyboard. Slowly and watching where his fingers went Xander typed his title. ******[Authors note: From here on all text between "vvvv" and "^^^^" is the story that Xander is writing.]****** vvvvvvvvvvvvv XANDER THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ That sounded good. It sounded so good that Xander repeated it out loud, "Xander the Vampire Slayer." Now what's next?" Xander sat there for a few minutes. Finally, he decided that he was thinking to hard. Why not just let his mind wonder, and type what ever he thought of. vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv It was night. A dark night. The moon was out. And glowed brightly like it would at night. Especially a night when the moon was out. It was quite to. Quite because it was night. And it was at a graveyard. And everybody knows that at night in a graveyard it is very quite. Quiter than during the daytime. Because it was night. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Xander stopped and read what he had written. Not to bad so far, he thought. The spelling changing thing was kinda annoying. And what were all of those green wavy lines. Xander thought about it for a moment. Red lines are misspelled words. So since green was the opposite of red, then green lines must be really good words. Cool. vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv The quiet was disturbed by the sound of a approaching car. It was a fast car. Fast and red. The car drove up and stopped in front of the graveyard. The car was red and it looked fast. It was a Ferrari Testosterone. The most coolest car in the world. It was Cool. It was Fast. And it was Red. Cool. When the car stopped the drivers door opened on his side. The driver got out of the open car door, and stood up. The driver was tall. He was Dark. And he was Handsomely good Looking. With his dark waving, hair. And piercing blue eyes. His name was Xander Harris. Also known as Xander Harris the Vampire Slayer. Except that not every body knows he was the Slayer. On account of it being a really big secret. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Xander was really getting the hang of this writing thing now. I'm pretty good at this, Xander thought. I should have thought of this years ago. vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Xander stood by the car. And took off the cool sun glasses he was warring. Folding the glasses he put in the pocket of the bossly cool leather jacket he was warring. Under the jacket Xander wore a black t shirt. The cool kind with one pockets. The other car door opened of the Ferrari Testosterone. When he heard the door Xander turned to look. He saw the other person with him getting out of the car. The other person in the Ferrari Testosterone was his very beautiful friend with blond hair. Her name was Buffy Summers. "Oh Xander your so brave to come out here all by your self and alone to help save the world from vampires, demons, and all those other nasty things." Xander smiled bravely. He said "It is my fate in life to be the chosen one. The one chosen from every body else. To be the slayer, and slay vampires. Because Vampires are evil, and they kill people. Their evil must be stomped before they can kill people. So I must hunt vampires. And Slay them." vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Xander looked at his watch, and saw it was 12:30. It's after midnight, he said to himself. Tomorrows a school day, I should go to bed. But there's no way I could sleep now. I'm dying to find out what happens. Suddenly with out warning something jumped out of the bushes behind Buffy. Xander recognized immediately that it was the mostest evil vampire of the evil vampires that lived in Sunnydale. Which their were a lot of because in Sunnydale was a thing called the Hell-mouth. Which meant the mouth of hell. Well this hellmouth was a powerful place for evil things like vampires, demons, and those other nasty things. The evil vampires name is Angle. Also known as Angelus. Angel was truly evil. And he was the leader of the vampires. Xander had been trying to Kill Angle for many months. But Angle was tricky and coward. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This is cool, Xander thought. Maybe I can kill ol' dead-boy tonight? vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Angel leaped from the bushes that he'd hiding in. He grabbed Buffy in his arms. Holding her. Buffy screamed and screamed. Xander pulled out his two special gold-plated wooden stake from a pocket in his leather jacket where he kept the stakes. Xander was about to leap over the car. He could do that because he was the slayer. And the slayer was very strong and very fast. Because he was strong he could leapt over the car to kill Angle. But before Xander could leap over the car he heard a noises from behind him. Xander turned around to see what the noise was behind him. When he turns around, he saw that the noise was the sound made by 10 vampires that worked for Angel because they were evil to. Xander stood there bravely, the vampires charging at him. Ready to attack. Just before the Vampires attacked Xander he used his super speed and his supper strength. Xander leapt into the air and kicking out. He kicked 2 of the vampires in front of him with his feet. At the same time he used the stakes that were in his hand. He plunged a stake into a vampire on his left and on his right. When the stake plunged into the hart of the vampire they were killed. And they turned into dust. Xander hit a vampire with 10 lightning fast punches with his fist. And he kicked a vampire that was trying to sneak up on him in the face. The vampire that Xander had hit was falling over. Xander hit the vampire with a stake and he was turn to dust. Next Xander did a perfect back-flip. Landing right between the first two vampires, he kicked. He hit the vampires with his gold-plated wooden stakes and they were dust. One vampire grabbed Xander from behind and tried to bite Xander. Xander said, "didn't your mommie ever tell you it's not polite to bite. Then Xander grabbed the vampires arm and flipped him. As the vampire flew over him, Xander struck him with a stake. The other 5 vampires turned and ran away from Xander in fear. Xander picked up one of his gold-plated wooden stake. And threw it at one of the vampires. The perfect throw hit the vampire perfectly, right in the heart. The vampire turned to dust as he ran. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Now it's time to save the girl, Xander thought. vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Xander brushed himself off. Then he looked at Angle who was still holding Buffy. But now Buffy was facing Angel. He was holding her arms. He wanted to bite Buffy and drink her blood. Buffy screamed and screamed. She kicked Angel in the leg. "Ouch." Angle said. Buffy kicked Angel in the other leg. "Ouch." Said Angle. Buffy scratched Angel in the face. "Ouch. Stop that." Angel said. Angel tried to bite Buffy on the neck. Buffy kicked Angel's leg. He said "Ouch. That hurt." Xander leaped high over the car doing a back flip. He landed in front of Angle. Angel looked at Xander in fear. "Stay back slayer. Or I will kill her." Angle turns Buffy between Him and Xander. "You just stay back." "You know I can't attack you when you have a prisoner. You are so cowardie. You have a lot of cowardness. You don't fight fair." "What's your point slayer." Angel said. Xander thought, Not only is Angel the most evil vampire in Sunnydale. He is the most dumb. "Well you spoiled my evil plan again slayer. You never let me have any fun." Angle whined. Xander took a step toward Angel. Angle stepped back. Keeping Buffy between them. "That's because good will always beat evil." Xander said. "I have an Idea. You let the girl go. Then we can fight. Just the two of us. I'll even only use one stake." "I have a better idea Slayer. You let me have the girl. And you leave us alone and those three vampires sneaking up behind you won't hurt you." "Angle, Angel," Xander said. "You don't expect me to fall for the oldest trick in the book do you." Angel smiled and said, "Actually I was counting on you not believing me." Xander realized what was happening a second before it happened. He whirled around and saw three vampires right behind him. He used his slayer speed to run the stake into one of the vampires. Then he struck quickly again and killed another Vampire. The third vampire tried to run away. But Xander was ready for that. He made another perfect throw and killed the vampire. Then Xander turned around. Angel was gone. Buffy was sitting on her knees. She was crying. Xander walked over to Buffy and helped her up. Buffy looked at him and said. "Oh Xander my hero. You have saved me from an awful fate at the hands of that evil vampire Angel." Then Buffy threw herself into Xander's arms and said, "Oh Xander you are so strong and brave." Xander smiled and said, "Yes I am." "Oh Xander." Buffy said. Then Xander picked up his special maid silver-plated wooden stakes. And put them in his pocket. Then they got back into the Ferrari Testosterone. Xander took his really cool sun glasses from his pocket. He put the glassed on. Then Xander started the Ferrari Testosterone. And they drove off into the night. The End. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ After Xander finished typing 'The End' he sat back and smiled. "That story just rocks." He said. "Angel got away. Just wait till next time." Xander looked at his watch. It was almost 1:30. Time to go to bed. But just before he got up Xander remembered that he should save the story. He hit the save button, and the computer asked for a file name. Xander looked at screen for a moment. Then he typed "XTVS". Xander almost hit return to save the story. But before he did he decided to add "Part 1". Xander smiled as he turned off the computer, and went to bed. The End. Well there you have it. What did you think? If I get enough positive feedback I may do Part 2. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Jul 1998 13:31:22 EDT From: Subject: BUFFYFIC: "Part One: Darla" (1/2) Note: This is a funky little vignette I wrote before I left home and then I think I forgot to post it. If I did post it already, then I'm sorry and you can all beat me with a wet noodle. 'Cause then Spike can comfort me. Not that he needs an excuse. Disclaimers: All standards apply. Distribution: Not w/out my permission, please. Comments: All of 'em to KylenRevik@aol.com, thanks! ~ "Darla" From the moment I see him, he is all that can exist in my thoughts, and my every moment is spent in the planning of how to make him truly mine. He is a simple boy, and he has a kind heart. Perhaps this is something I seek from all the men I've possessed in my years. Perhaps it is a case of my seeking the aspects of a person in him which I myself no longer exhibit. I would like to possess him. And so I watch him, everything about him. I absorb his every motion and try to decide how best to take him for my own. It isn't until I know him, intimately, that I will be able to have him, make him mine forever more. Not until I understand everything about him will I be able to bestow upon him the gift given me in Nice, nearly five decades ago. And so I begin to watch him. I take in everything about him, and make notes of it all in my mind. I determine his favorites in art, music, and color, and I have a suitable home arranged for us, for after he is given the gift. At times I find myself thinking of my own Sire, and I wonder if he made these same considerations for me. Then I remember his cold, hard eyes, and the way his touch came as often in the form of a beating as it did in that of an embrace, and I make peace with the reality of the truth-- to my Sire, I was naught but an object to be owned. I smile as my obsession leaves his mistress' home. He will never be merely a conquest, to me. I will love him and cherish him forever, but he will always know he is free to leave whenever he wishes. That, of course, is a vow I make as much in selfishness as in generosity. For I have no wish to meet my end as did my Sire, at the hands of a childe who has grown too much to stay longer with its creator. As my Angel walks away to the place he knows as home, I smile. Tomorrow night will be the time, I tell myself. Tomorrow night, I will approach this beautiful one, and he will be mine. I will be his, as well, and we will bask in the glory of each other for the rest of all time. 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