From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #360 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Tuesday, October 27 1998 Volume 02 : Number 360 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: Pyramid Scheme (1/1) BUFFYFIC: Eye of the Beholder (1/6) 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, 27 Oct 1998 01:56:46 -0500 From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: Pyramid Scheme (1/1) Title: Pyramid Scheme Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike E-mail: ripe_wicked_plum@hotmail.com Distribution: Spike's Spike (if Sandycat wants it), Spike Girls. All others please ask first. Rating: PG-14 (MILD language, violence) Spoilers: none...this doesn't fall within the Buffy scheme. Dru is strong, but Spike isn't in a wheelchair. Dalton is still alive, too. Summary: Spike has to make a big decision. Disclaimer: All things Buffy belong to Joss. I just borrow them to add Spike...er, spice to my life. Note: This fic comes in response to Ironic Spike's challenge to start a fic with "I 'ave to get t' the cemetery before she sacrifices_____" "I 'ave to get t' the cemetery before she sacrifices that stupid boy," Spike said, hopping into his car. He pulled away, tires squealing, leaving a bewildered Dalton in the driveway. "I thought you would be happy!" he yelled at the back of the car. Spike saw the confusion on the vampire's face, but he didn't have time to explain, nor did he want to. He wasn't sure he understood what was going on, let alone how to explain it to someone else. He wasn't far from the graveyard, but that five-minute drive had to be one of the longest in his life. He saw the light ahead change to red and he floored it, speeding through the intersection. "Yeah, honk, that's really gonna make me rethink my actions. Bloody idiots," he said, hearing the blaring horns of his fellow drivers. He whipped around the corner and onto a field across from the cemetery. He flung the car door open and took off running, hopping over a wall. Dalton said the ritual was Egyptian, so she would need a symbol of its heritage. He leapt over headstones and dodged low tree limbs, heading for the pyramid he had seen. He couldn't remember exactly where it was. He cursed himself silently for not paying more attention to detail. He tripped over a tree root and stumbled into a clearing. Looking up from the ground, he saw the top of the stone monument. Xander stood, tied naked to the pyramid, begging for his life, "Come on, guys. You don't want my blood. I eat all sorts of junk food. Cheesy chips and doughnuts flow through my veins. The cholesterol will kill you!" "Gag 'im," Drusilla said to three vampires who stood nearby. "'Is voice is an affront to the gods and it 'urts Miss Edith's ears." She sat her doll down and picked up the translation Dalton had given her. She studied it and lit incense, readying for the ritual. Her face was darkened with clay, her lips stained with berries, and lines drawn out from her eyes. She glanced at the words of the ritual again before saying them aloud. "Osiris, god of the lower world, judge of the dead, please 'ear my cries. I call on you and your sister-wife, Isis, goddess of fertility. Please grant my request. Receive my offering of this virgin. May 'is blood--" Spike knocked her down, interrupting the invocation. She shrieked as she landed in a fresh grave. "You got my dress all dirty!" she said, charging him. Spike sidestepped her advance and she crashed to the ground again, yelling to the minions for help. They hesitated for a moment before attacking. They all feared him, but they finally decided that there were enough of them to take him down without too much of a struggle. Two of them approached him from behind while a third kept him occupied from the front. The three of them and Dru were too much for him to handle on his own. They wrestled him to the ground and bound him with rope, tying him up next to Xander. She sent the other vampires away after making sure his bonds were secure. "Bad Spike. You've been very naughty. Now I 'ave t' tie you up and you can't join in the fun. You can watch, though. Then we can go 'ome and 'ave a party. Mummy will forget all about 'er little Spike tryin' t' ruin all the fun," Dru said, rubbing his chest. "Pet, I wasn't tryin' to ruin your fun. It's just not a good idea to kill one of the Slayer's mates. She'll kill--" he said before she interrupted him. "Shhhhhh. You must be quiet or Mummy will 'ave t' gag you. Miss Edith says you mustn't talk because the gods won't listen to a man. They'll only listen to Princess. They're a lot like us, Spike. Brother and sister. 'Usband and wife. Not dead and not alive. They'll understand us. They'll give me what I want. You'll see. We'll be a 'appy family. Then you won't care about the Slayer anymore." She kissed him and then skipped away, casting a glance upwards. The moon hung, low and full, in the night sky. Drusilla stepped over to Xander and stroked his face. He tried to pull away, but couldn't. She took a few paces away from the pyramid and began her chant again. "Osiris, god of the lower world, judge of the dead, please 'ear my cries. I call on you and your sister-wife, Isis, goddess of fertility. Please grant my request. Receive my offering of this virgin. May 'is blood spill onto the ground and appease you. Osiris, I ask that you judge me worthy. I am one of your children. A child of the lower world. One of the living dead. In darkness may you reign. May my offering of the virgin make me worthy. Isis, mother of us all, I ask that you bless me. I beg for you to give me your gift, the gift that 'as been taken from my kind. I invoke you to give me a child. From the blood of the virgin may I be made fertile," she said, slashing Xander's bare chest. "Not so fast, PsychoGirl," spoke a voice from behind her. Drusilla whipped her head around and saw Buffy. She charged the petite blonde and was almost met with the pointy end of a stake. "No!" Spike screamed, causing Buffy to turn in his direction. Drusilla took advantage of the opportunity to run away, leaving Spike tied to the pyramid. Buffy headed over to him, saying, "So, you guys thought you could have a little feast on one of my friends and I wouldn't care, huh? Well, you're wrong." She pulled the stake back and stopped when she heard Xander. "Mmmmmmf mmfmmmff" he screamed around the gag. Buffy stepped over in front of him and giggled, "That's a new look for you, Xan." She removed the gag and he sputtered, "Buffy, thank goodness you showed up! Untie me, will ya? It's drafty out here." She untied him and he quickly covered himself. Buffy tossed him her coat and then stepped back over to Spike. "Buffy," Xander said, grabbing hold of her arm, "I know I'm going to regret saying this, but don't stake him." "What?" she asked incredulously. "He came here to stop Drusilla. That's why he's tied up. He saved my life. If he hadn't kept her busy for a few minutes, I would have been dead before you got here. Now, I'm going to go get dressed and get stitched up," Xander said, walking away. Buffy looked at Spike, her face a mask of confusion. "So, what are you going to do, Slayer?" he asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice. She dropped the stake and crossed over to him, hesitating to untie him. Buffy couldn't believe that he had stood up to Drusilla, let alone helped Xander. "Why did you do it?" she asked. "I don't know," came his response. "Don't give me that bullshit, Spike. Why did you save him?" "I don't know. I just didn't want Dru to--" "To what?" "To kill him, ok? I didn't want him to die. Happy?" he said, his voice distant even though he stood inches away from her. "Why?" "Because I knew you'd be angry," was his only answer. Buffy looked at him for a minute, but he wouldn't meet her gaze. She lifted his head up with her hand and forced him to look into her eyes. She heard him gasp for an unneeded breath before she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. She untied him and he put an arm around her waist. "What did you do that for, Slayer?" he asked. "I don't know." "I can 'ear your pulse racing, Pet. You want to do it again, don't you?" he asked, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Makin' my life more complicated," he answered, lifting her head. He kissed her with a gentle force. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but he wouldn't allow her to pull away, either. She finally jerked away, saying, "What did you do that for?" "Buffy," he said, calling her by her name for the first time, "forget about Angelus. Forget about Dru. Forget about you bein' the Slayer and me bein' the vampire. Forget about everything just for one bloody moment. Just be you." He kissed her again and felt her body soften in his arms. He could feel her heart beating against him and the smell of her shampoo filled his nostrils. He had never wanted a mortal like he wanted her. He wanted that one moment to last forever. "Buffy?" Angel's voice called through the graveyard. "Buffy, where are you?" She and Spike broke off their kiss. "Go! Get out of here before he sees you," Buffy said, pushing him away. He kissed her again before turning and running away. "Buffy, are you all right?" Angel said, arriving just as Spike retreated to the darkness. "Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, pulling herself together. "Xander said that Spike was here. Did you stake him?" "No," she said, thinking of the kiss. "I let him go. He saved Xander's life." Spike watched Angel put his coat around Buffy and lead her away. He forced himself to stay hidden. Tonight was not the night to challenge his sire. He would have Buffy, but he could wait. He swallowed his jealousy and walked away. He had to find a place to stay out of the sun. Dru wouldn't be pleased that her ceremony had been interrupted. It was best that she thought the Slayer had killed him. He stepped into his car and drove away, Buffy's scent still filling his senses. "Great. One of Dru's crazy schemes backfires again. Now I've fallen for the bloody Slayer. Well, at least it's not like the time that ritual backfired and I spent a month trapped in Texas," he said, shuddering. "At least Buffy doesn't consider cowtipping an acceptable date activity." As he drove away, he didn't see Drusilla standing in the shadows. "Miss Edith tells me Spike thinks 'e loves the Slayer. Mummy will 'ave to teach 'im a lesson." ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ - -- Goth Spike/ICQ=2607806/Spike Girls(jury & Mommies Council)/Spike4Sexiest/Spike's Minions/Spuffy/Spike's Sweeties (#2)/SOOA[Major General (#5)]/I'm Spike's Ducks/ Spikemania(I cherish Spike's chest)/Red Candy VP/Pres. and founder of the Leo is a Bloody Whelp Club/Keeper of Spike's terms of endearment and his gloves/Guardian of Spike's humanity, his amusement at Buffy's Hallowe'en costume, and his ability to swallow his pride and help Buffy/Keeper of Dru's spiffy wardrobe and her bruises/ Guardian of Dru's gothness and her fondness for Rasputina./Keeper of a bunch of other things...just ask me, I'll tell you! ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1998 04:53:37 PST From: "Chris Winslow" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Eye of the Beholder (1/6) Eye of the Beholder (1/6) Author: Chris Winslow (blueeaglex@hotmail.com) Distribution: Sure, send it to whomever. Rating: PG-14 NOTE: This story doesn’t exist in normal Buffy-land. It’s basically set in Season 3, except for the fact that Angel and Buffy are happy, as though they never had to deal with last season’s problems. Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or most of the characters from this story. But you already knew that, didn’t you? ***** Buffy walked slowly through the woods, Xander and Willow close behind her. Xander held a stake in one hand, a cheese sandwich in the other hand. The only sound that could be heard was of Xander, as he slowly chewed his sandwich. "Is it just my imagination, or do you chew really, really loud?" Buffy directed the question at Xander, who stopped munching for a moment. Xander shrugged. "Sorry if I’m scaring away the vampires, Buff’. A guy’s got to eat, though, ya know?" Willow kicked along a small rock in front of her as she walked beside Xander. Changing the subject, she said, "Are either of you going to the dance this Friday?" Buffy and Xander remained silent. Willow burst into a smile. "Oz is taking me. Lucky for us, the full moon cycle is ending on Thursday, so--" "So you won’t have to show up at the dance on the arms of a werewolf," Xander said, finishing Willow’s sentence. Her grin grew bigger. "There’s no better way to ruin a dance than to bring a blood-thirsty creature along." Willow shot Xander a glance, not liking how he had referred to her boyfriend as a "blood-thirsty creature." "Angel’s not big on dances," Buffy mused aloud. "And I don’t feel like going stag alone, so...I’ll stay at home and eat my weight in Baskin Robbins." "That’s fun, too," Willow remarked. "Just go alone," Xander said, tapping his friend on the shoulder affectionately. "There’s nothing wrong with going stag." "Except for the fact that I’ll be stuck in the corner with no one to dance with, forced to watch the fortunate people who actually brought a date, and stuck reflecting on how pathetic I am for coming in the first place?" Buffy quipped. "Oh yeah, *that* would be the dance of the year." "I’ll dance with you, Buffy," Xander said. He paused. "That is, if Cordelia doesn’t--" He stopped, mid-sentence, as the threesome heard something rustling in a nearby bush. They all stopped walking, and Xander held his stake in front of him, turning one way and then the other, expecting the worse." "It might just be a harmless little bunny rabbit," Willow whispered, speaking so softly that only Buffy and Xander could hear her. Buffy nodded, but added, "Or, it might be a vampire who’s prepared to kill us all. You know what they say: better safe than sorry." Buffy leaped forward without warning, her stake high in the air. Before her feet even touched the ground, a small gray rabbit scurried out of the bush. "Looks like your hunch was right," Buffy said, looking at Willow. "And that’s where you’re all wrong." Buffy swirled around, seeing a tall, handsome vampire just inches away from Xander. Before Xander could bolt away, the vampire reached forward and grabbed him by the neck. He lifted Xander several inches into the air. "Mmm, dinner is served," the vampire murmured. Xander closed his eyes as the vampire’s mouth came closer to his neck. Buffy reacted immediately, one foot kicking Xander out of the vampire’s hand. Xander fell to the ground, brushing himself off. "How about this for an appetizer?" Buffy said, drawing her other foot into the air and kicking the vampire against a tree. Buffy swung her stake towards the vampire, but he lunged away. The stake struck the tree, lodging inside. As Buffy pulled the stake out of the tree, the vampire reached for her neck. Willow kicked the vampire’s shin, and he looked to her, surprised. And that was all the time Buffy needed; she swung her fist against the vampire’s face. "Sorry you won’t be able to stay for the main course," she said, as she shoved the stake into the vampire’s back. Willow heaved a sigh of relief as the vampire vanished. "Let’s call it a night," Buffy said, turning away and starting back towards home. "Ok, and then what will we do?" Buffy sighed, as she looked at Xander. "‘Call it a night," as in "let’s go home and get some shut-eye.’" "Ah." Georgia Valentine stared out the window of her bedroom, her mind a million miles away. She brushed her hair with the comb she held in her right hand, staring into the darkness. "Aren’t you asleep yet?" Georgia frowned, hearing her mother’s voice from outside her room. Her mother’s voice was irritatingly chirpy, considering it was nearly midnight. "You need your beauty rest, Georgia. Go to sleep." "I need beauty, period," Georgia muttered to herself. She sat her comb aside, having brushed it two hundred times, as her mother had taught her. Then, she lifted a small mirror up towards her face, looking at her reflection intently. She was a plain girl of seventeen--and that was putting it nicely. Her straight black hair parted in the middle, while her face was a pale shade of white...although zits and blackheads dotted her nose and cheeks. She pressed her thick glasses up against her nose, scowling at herself in the mirror. For as long as she could remember, her lack of beauty had been a disappointment to her mother. Laura Valentine had been Homecoming Queen, Prom Queen, and even Teen Queen of Sunnydale. Laura’s light blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes looked nearly as good as they had decades ago. Laura had never been able to understand how her daughter could be so...ugly. And she never let a day go by where she didn’t remind Georgia. "Your father was so handsome," Laura would tell her daughter, in their brief daily conversations. "He was captain of the football team. He’d roll over in his grave if he saw you today." Georgia tossed her comb across the room, and it hit the wall, then the floor. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she continued to stare into the small mirror. A soft pink glow appeared around the edges of the mirror, and Georgia’s eyes glowed the same color as she gazed deep into the compact. "I’ll show them," she whispered. "I’ll show them all!" Students crowded through the halls of Sunnydale High. Cordelia pressed her way through the crowd, shoving students left and right as she made her way towards Xander’s locker. Xander saw Cordelia out of the corner of his eye, but pretended not to notice. "Hello." Xander turned around. "Cordelia! I didn’t see you standing there." Cordelia smiled at Xander. "Liar." Then, she crossed her arms across her body, glancing downward. "Uh, you know the dance this Friday? I was wondering if...if..." "If you have something to ask me, then just say it," Xander replied. "He removed a book from his locker. "You can ask me anything." "Who said I was going to ask you anything?" Cordelia said, defensively. "After all, isn’t it the guy’s job to ask the girl out?" "Hello, this is the 1990’s," Xander said, as he slammed his locker door shut. "Have you heard of a little thing called women’s lib?" "That only applies to things that women like to do," Cordelia snapped back. "But we still expect to be asked out." Xander sighed, as he and Cordelia began walking down the hallway. "Okay, okay." He paused, then stopped in the middle of the hallway. In a loud voice, he asked, "Cordelia, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the dance this Friday?" Cordelia began to smile, then hid her emotion. She shrugged. "I’ll have to think about it." And with that, she moved on past Xander, who scratched his head, totally puzzled. "Get out of the way, geek." Georgia let out a yelp as Valerie Graves pushed her aside. Georgia hit the floor, one leg bending backwards into an uncomfortable position. Valerie and her friends paid Georgia no attention, as Valerie opened up her locker. Valerie stared at herself in the large mirror she kept inside her locker, adjusting her bra slightly to show more of her breasts. She had the largest breasts in school, and never missed an opportunity to show them off. Georgia stood up from the ground, rubbing her hurt bottom. "You could have asked, I would have moved," Georgia said, hesitating. Valerie finished what she was doing in her locker, and then turned to look at Georgia. "Well, you should know better than to get in my way, Georgia. You and the other Class-A nerds should be set aside in your own wing, so you wouldn’t have to bother us." Georgia frowned and turned away. As she did so, one of Valerie’s friends, a blonde named Tiffany, pushed Georgia up against the wall. "You have a serious case of the uglies, Georgia. It’s hard to believe your last name is Valentine, because there’s no way you’d ever get a Valentine from a boy at this school." Valerie and her other friend, a girl named Amanda, burst into laughter. "But I have a solution for your problem." Georgia froze in fear, unable to move as Tiffany continued to hold her against the closed locker. Tiffany removed some lipstick from her purse, then pressed the bright red makeup against Georgia’s face. She smiled as she covered Georgia’s face with the red lipstick. She didn’t stop until Georgia’s lips and her surrounding mouth made her look almost cartoonish. "Oops, sorry!" Tiffany said, laughing, as she put the stick back into her purse. "Now the only guy that will touch you is Bozo the Clown...but at least it’s an improvement!" Buffy and Willow had watched this scene from down the hallway. Now, as Georgia turned away in shame, Buffy decided she had to do something. "Hey!" she called out. "What makes you think you can make fun of someone like that?" Valerie turned and looked at Buffy. "What makes you think I can’t?" she challenged. Buffy moved towards Valerie swiftly, and as she did, Valerie took her lipstick back out of her purse, prepared to use it on Buffy if she needed to. Buffy swatted the lipstick away with one hand, and Valerie gasped as Buffy pressed Valerie against the same wall Georgia had been on moments before. "Stop making fun of people," Buffy whispered, leaning close to Valerie’s ear. "I don’t like it." Then, she released Valerie from her grasp, and walked on with Willow. Valerie looked stunned for a moment, but as she regained her composure, she joined her friends. They all looked at Buffy as she turned at the end of the hallway. "SOMEONE sure got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Valerie grumbled. "I mean, gee, it was just a joke!" As the bell rang for second period, Valerie roamed through the hallway. With no intention to go to class, all she wished to do was go to the bathroom and have a smoke. She dashed down the hall, making sure that no teacher was in sight. Valerie rushed into the girl’s bathroom, and couldn’t help but examine herself in the mirror. She swept one hand through her perfectly combed red hair, then pressed her lips together, assuring herself that her makeup was in place. Finally, she pushed her breasts out, trying to make them appear to be even bigger than they actually were. "There she is, Miss America!" Valerie exclaimed to herself, imagining that she was the winner in the Miss America beauty pageant. She could see the crown in her head, and smiled to herself at the thought. "Someone has a high opinion of themselves, don’t they?" Valerie whirled around and watched as Georgia Valentine walked into the bathroom. She grimaced, unable to find one positive thing about Georgia’s looks. Valerie had smooth, soft skin; Georgia’s was covered with zits and looked rough. Valerie had full breasts; Georgia’s hadn’t grown since she was eight. "I see you’ve wiped off the makeup I gave you," Valerie retorted. "It’s a shame...the lipstick was the only thing you had going for you." Georgia seemed to tense up, and Valerie continued hurling insults. "Do the whole town a favor and go lie under a rock and die, Georgia. At least then, we won’t have to look at your ugly face." Georgia stayed silent, and removed her compact from the small purse she had over one shoulder. "Let me see that," Valerie exclaimed, tearing the mirror away. "You REALLY shouldn’t look in my mirror," Georgia teased, as Valerie opened the compact up. "There’s no telling what might happen if you do." Valerie rolled her eyes. "Going to sic’ Buffy after me again? Please, Georgia, you’re in high school...you really need to learn to deal with your own problems." A smile appeared on Georgia’s face as Valerie stared into the mirror. The same pink glow that Georgia had seen in the mirror the night before appeared again...and as it did so, the picture inside the mirror shifted. "Oh my God," Valerie whispered. She gazed at the picture inside the mirror...the picture of her. She looked exactly the same...except she was flat-chested. She looked up at Georgia. "Is this some kind of joke?" Georgia nodded slowly, then grinned. "The joke’s on you." Before Valerie could say anything, a searing pain ripped through her chest. She put her hands over her breasts, then pulled them away. Georgia giggled as Valerie stared at her own hands...which were covered with blood. Valerie let out a scream as she looked at her blood-covered hands. Then, with the pain too much for her to handle, she collapsed to the ground. Georgia picked up the compact from beside Valerie’s body, and then moved into a nearby stall. She could hear someone approaching, so she lifted her feet on top of the toilet, trying to avoid being seen. "Is everything all right?" It was Willow, yelling from outside the bathroom. She mused to herself, "Of course, if everything isn’t all right, someone might not be able to tell me that. So maybe I should go in." Willow stepped into the bathroom, and gasped as she saw Valerie sprawled out on the floor. Valerie’s body turned over with a shudder, and Willow screamed herself. Where Valerie’s large breasts had been, there was only blood. Inside the stall, Georgia continued to smile. She opened the compact again, and used it to look at her own breasts...which were larger then they had been only a few moments before. She touched her breasts through her shirt, trying to contain her happiness. The mirror glowed a brighter pink as Georgia giggled happily to herself. http://members.tripod.com/~jordanrob/index.html ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #360 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. 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