From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #392 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Thursday, December 10 1998 Volume 02 : Number 392 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: The Wish Before [A Wish Fic] (1/1) BUFFYFIC: Torn (4/?) BUFFYFIC: Twilight (next chapter) 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: Wed, 9 Dec 1998 17:48:42 EST From: Titanic437@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Wish Before [A Wish Fic] (1/1) TITLE: The Wish Before AUTHOR: Shadows DISTRIBUTION: E-mail me at Titanic437@aol.com for permission. DISCLAIMER: I own Jeanine and Mark Craiven. Guess who owns teh rest? (J.W.) NOTE: This is a short ltitle fic that takes place during "The Wish." I thought it up about five seconds after watching teh show. I think it's kinda ok. SPOILERS: THE WISH Feedback: Is so very wanted and appreciate, bad or good. Oh PUH-LEASE?, some feedback? "The Wish Before" -- A Wish Fic At first glance, Jeanine Traylis had thought the new girl, Anya, was just another rich, snobby, stuck-up little thing like Harmony Hunter and the rest of those high-class twits. That was at first glance. At *second* glance, Jeanine stopped dead in her tracks. In no way had she ever thought she would cross paths with the Patron Diety of Scorned Women again, not after that little episode back in Friendship, Maine. Jeanine had ducked back into the girls bathroom and spent a good five minutes calming herself down and thinking about what she had just seen. Anya was here for either two reasons, and only one reason she liked--Anya was here to grant another scorned woman one of her wishes. But who was that woman? Certainly not her. Jeanine was has happy as could be. Months ago, in her home reality, a man named Mark Craiven had cornered her at the local club, Silver Fire, the place where all the popular students hung. He had totally freaked her out, saying that she was "the Slayer, the Chosen One, one girl in all the world who was born with the power and strength to defeat the vampires and stop the spread of their evil." After hearng that, Jeanine had walked out, dismissing the creepy Brit in tweed as a mental case, one that needed to be locked up pronto. But he followed her into the dark alley behind the club (it's included in all blueprints of clubs around America), and that's when she started to really get scared. Not because this Mark Craiven guy seemed to be stalking her, though. No, she was scared when monster with major need of a plastic surgeon and a really good dentist jumped out of the shadows and attacked her. Since she was a black belt in Tae-Kwon-Do and she was cornered anyway, she fought back quite well, only realizing after awhile that her pathetic moves weren't keeping any of the vampires at bay. Then Mark had pulled out a wooden stick and thrust it into one of the vampires' heart. Right before Jeanine's eyes, it turned to dust. "Don't you see?" Mark had told her after the vampires had fled in fear. "Don't you see what needs to be done?" So of course, after that spectacle, Jeanine came to accept that she was indeed the Slayer. She had trained, she had fought, she had won, she had lost. And she was miserable all the time in doing it. No friends, almost no family, and no life. Jeanine was depressed, sad, and above all, scornful. She hated her life as she knew it. And then one day, Jeanine had locked herself in a school bathroom stall and started to cry. She heard a knock on her stall door, and when she opened it, she saw Anya. At first she was wary of her, but the girl had seemed to genuine about wanting to help her with what was bothering her. So Jeanine told he everything, every insane and wacky detail, expecting Anya to call the little men in white to come and pick her up. But no, Anya had confessed *her* big secret, and after Jeanine got after the initial shock ("diet of *what*?"), Anya had told her to make a wish. So Jeanine did, closing her eyes real tight and wishing that she had never been the Slayer, and that some other girl had the job. Only seconds later, Jeanine had been transported to nice, friendly, and safe Sunnydale, CA. She had friends, family, a boyfriend, a car, and overall, a life. She was happy in this dimension--no longer was she faced with her Slayer fate. She was living her dream--to be a normal, teenage girl, who talked all day about boys and clothes and the occasional homework. So the other reason was that Anya was here to take back Jeanine's wish, returning her back to her old life. And Jeanine would rather die then go back to that living hell. Well, if she was going to find out which one, she sure as heck wasn't going to find it in the bathroom. If lightning rarely struck in the same place twice, she doubted that the Patron Diety of Scorned Women was any different. So Jeanine pulled herself together and walked back out to her locker. Just her luck: only a few lockers down stood Anya, listening to a girl who's back was turned to Jeanine. Who was that mystery girl? Jeanine took a deep breath, and walked slowly past the girls, sticking close to the other side of the lockered hall. The mystery girl was Cordelia Chase, recent leftover of her relationship with Xander Harris, the Loser of the School if there ever was one (although Jeanine was not one to judge). She held great pity for Cordelia: her father, who worked at Sunnydale General, had given her surgery after she was impaled. "What was she doing in that factory, anyway?" her father had asked over the dinner table, after ruining the family meal by telling all the gruesome details of teh operation. Suddenly, it clicked it Jeanine's mind. Anya was here to grant a scorned Cordelia's wish. What a relief! A small smile tugged at the corners of Jeanine's lips as she continued down the hall, looking back only once to check out the girl and the deity once more. She was happy for Cordelia: although the break-up was hard, she hoped that Cordelia would be happy with Anya's gift. She only wondered, though . . . What would Cordelia wish? - ----- Someone who replyed to this story's post on the SlayerFanFic Archive's board said that since Giles destroyed Anya's powers, all her granted wishes would come undone. Hmm . . . ~Shadows~ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 9 Dec 1998 22:27:07 EST From: DaniLynn27@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: Torn (4/?) TITLE: Torn AUTHOR: Danielle Loughlin E-MAIL: DaniLynn27@aol.com FEEDBACK: Why, thank you, I'd love some! DISTRIBUTION: my site. Anyone else, please ask. I will say yes, I just like to know where my work is going. SUMMARY: Willow is forced to choose between Xander and Oz, but neither Oz nor Xander are willing to let Willow go SPOILERS: through Lover's Walk RATING: PG for this part. DISCLAIMER: Willow, Oz, Xander, and the rest of Buffy & Co. are not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, etc. I'm just borrowing them to alleviate my boredom and I'll try to return them with as few dents as possible. Torn Part Four Xander was changing into pajamas for the night when all of a sudden his door flew open with a bang. He yelped in surprise and hurriedly yanked the T-shirt over his head, thanking God he'd already gotten pants on. "Geez, Wills, come on in why don't you?" Xander said. "You know what, Xander Harris? This is all your fault!" Willow burst out. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. What is all my fault? And why does it always seem like it's my fault?!" Xander replied. "I have the best guy in the world," Willow started. "And he loves me and he cares about me and he always has, and I should be able to be with that guy without a doubt in my heart. But I can't! Because of you!" Xander didn't say anything, not quite sure where Willow was heading with this. "I have been in love with you for so long," Willow said. "I don't know how not to be in love with you. But it was like, okay, fine, I can deal with that. But then, then, we had to go and kiss? That was so not fair!" "Hey, I didn't just kiss you, you kissed me too!" Xander said defensively. "Might I remind you of the library . . and who was the jumpee there?" "I know," Willow said. "I messed up too. I know that. I totally know that. But I can't just write it off as a mistake and tell Oz it will never happen again. Because I can't promise him that. Do you know what it feels like to be so in love with one guy but also not be able to get another guy out of your head?" "Yeah, actually, I do," Xander supplied. "Ever since the Homecoming dance, I was with Cordelia, but I would always be thinking of you in the back of my head. I could kiss her, and I was feeling so guilty because I was thinking of *you*. I felt like I was cheating on *you*, when in actuality, I was cheating on Cordy. I had it all backwards! But you know what, I finally figured it out." "Figured what out?" Willow asked. "That I love you." Willow gasped and noticeably paled. "No, Xander. You can't, you can't love me." "But I do! Will . . I know I shouldn't. But I do. I know I do and I know I'm right because this feels so right." Xander stepped forward and grabbed Willow's hands in his own. "And I think you love me too." "I love Oz," Willow said weakly. "You, you can't do this, Xander. You can't decide you love me all of a sudden. Love takes time." "Willow, we've had twelve years," Xander said. "How much more time do we need?" "And in those twelve years, do you know how badly I wanted to hear you say you loved me? Do you know much I wanted you to wake up and get a clue and stop seeing me as just Willow, your best friend? And now you have . . . and I wish you hadn't," Willow said. "Oz has cared about me from the very beginning. He said I was the only one for him the second he saw me. But you . . you suddenly decide now that you love me, and you expect me to jump into your arms and forget Oz and we live happily ever after? That's not fair Xander. You know that." Xander wanted to punch the wall in frustration. This was going all wrong. This wasn't how he imagined telling Willow how he finally felt about her. He'd been thinking roses and slow dancing, not rumpled boxers in the middle of his bedroom with Willow in her jacket and upset with him. But the setting didn't matter . . what mattered was that Willow had to realize he was telling the truth . . she had to realize how much he loved her. How much he always had, he just never acknowledged it until recently. "I know it's not fair, Willow, I'm sorry. I don't want to do this to you. But I had to tell you. And you have got to know how much I love you. I know these last few weeks, nothing has made much sense. But *we* make sense Willow. We work. Don't you want that?" Willow regarded him for a few seconds. "I don't know what I want," she said sadly. She tried to take her hands out of Xander's but he hung on. He leaned forward to kiss her, to try to show her how he felt. Willow turned away. "No, Xander, no kissing," she protested. "Because them I'm gonna think with my heart and not my head and I'll make the wrong decision." "Will, I think this is a decision that your heart makes," Xander said. "Love isn't something you think about. You're right, you don't just decide to love a person. It's from deep inside. You *know* when you love a person. And you have no control over it. You just *know*. Willow. I know I love you." Willow swallowed, trying to hold back the tears. " I don't know what to do," she whispered. "Yeah, you do, Wills," Xander said. "You've always known." ***** Willow let out a soft sob. He was right. She'd always known. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Xander softly on the lips. She knew it was going to be the last time she kissed him for a long, long time. "I'm sorry," she whispered, stepping back and removing her hands from Xander's. Xander looked at her with stricken eyes. "Sorry?" "I'm so sorry," Willow said. "I do know who I love. I don't think it's you." Willow turned and fled Xander's room, leaving a stunned Xander in her wake. End Part Four ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 22:48:12 EST From: Titanic437@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: Twilight (next chapter) TITLE: Twilight AUTHOR: Shadows DISTRIBUTION: Do not let me story go neglected. If you have one of those archives, can I please put my little story on your page? DISCLAIMER: None of teh characters in my story belong to me. I was running low on creative inspiration when this story was brought forth from my mind. NOTE: This story's almost done . . . maybe one more chapter, or two more. i haven't decided yet, though I *do* know the ending, and I think it's gonna be a shocker . . . and in regard to feedback: always wanted, always needed, and always appreciated, expecially flaming e-mail, because I want to fix my story of all it's ltitle bugs so that in teh end, it comes out good. But the good ones are great too! For awhile, I thought the story was straggeling . . . but then I got my first feedback, and it was good, and I was happy, and I wrote. So . . . here we go. Also . . . I speak Spanish, I understand Spanish, but I can neither write nor read in Spanish, but I did anyway, so, um, if it has errors, you know why, and send me an e-mail as to how it should be spelled! Twilight (next chapter) Giles had already moved some of his stuff back in here, and among other things, a large clock sat on his desk. It's hands crept across it's face, and it groaned and creaked with age. And in keeping the time . . . *tick-tick- tick, TOCK*. That annoying sound was magnified dozens of times with Xander's new, ultra-sensitive, preternatural hearing. And it only made it worse that it was the only sound in the still, silent room. Xander sat in the office chair, looking at the large, Styrofoam cup that rested far on the other corner of the desk, full to the capped brim with animal blood from the butcher's. Buffy said that's where Angel had gotten his blood, and sometimes Buffy had got it for him, so that's why she knew where to go. She also had mentioned that it would be cold, so it "might not taste as good, or, uh, however it's suppose to taste." Xander had grunted and shrugged, and Buffy had then left. Now Xander and the cup were playing the timeless tradition of the staring- down game, except the cup had no eyes. So this game was going to go one forever, and ever, and ever . . . But he was so hungry! As much as Xander detested the thought, this was the only thing that could calm his hunger pains. Animal blood. And he was NEVER going to drink human blood, although the vampire-demon voice that whispered in his head told him that it was the most delicious thing in this world . . . His stomach growled hungrily, and Xander groaned. The thought turned his stomach, but there was nothing else. He used to think food left him empty, but he had never really known what it was like to be REALLY hungry-mentally and physically. Now he did, and it was agonizing. said the vampire-demon. Hesitantly, more afraid of disobeying the demon than drinking the blood, Xander took the cup in his hand and peeled off the cover. An aroma drafted upwards into his nose, one that was tantalizing and revolting at the same time. Blood had never *smelled* before. But now it was like- He held it to his lips, the rim of the cup touching the satiny folds. He stayed in that position for awhile, and then, throwing caution to the wind, he chugged down a gulp of the stuff. And spit it right back out. "EW!" Xander yelled, standing up and tossing the cup away, having it spill its contents all over the carpet and the book that had been resting in his lap. Xander used his free hands to wipe the remains off his lips and chins, and even went so far as to scrape his tongue. "ECCH!" Xander yelled again for good measure, and then glared at the spreading blood stain, not making a move to clean it up. No wonder vampires drank from human victims. That animals blood was cold and disgusting. "Ecch," he repeated, a little quieter. When he finished making disgusted faces and wiping himself clean, he looked down at the book that lay on the floor, now covered completely in blood. It was opened to a completely different page, and for some reason Xander knelt down beside it and started to read avidly. As he read the page, his eyes began to widen in dread. He yanked the book closer to him peering at the pages as to make sure if he was reading the text right. Realizing that he was, he stood up straight, his nerves all shot. He strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "We have go!" he yelled to the persons in the room. Willow and Oz woke up to look at him with quizzical expressions. "We have to go! I know where Angel's going!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ------------------------- "No, Roberto, no! No puede sed, no puede sed . . . que paso a ti? Que paso?" The sobbing of Roberto's mistress from Spain was interrupted by the loud sound of Cordelia sneezing into her tissue. "ACHOO!" she thundered for the millionth time that night, or as it seemed to her. This flu had been going on forever, although now it was nothing more than a little cold. But Cordelia had refused to go to school looking so gross, and so her parents, who practically let her get away with anything, let her get away with not going. The sneezing done, Cordelia looked back up at the television screen, where Yo Vive Para Elena was playing on Telemundo. "Spanish soap operas-why?" Cordelia mused, sniffing and wiping her nose with the tissue again. She picked up the remote and switched channels just as Roberto's mistress flung a really fake-looking book at the wall behind him. "BO-ring," Cordelia said, checking out what was on all the other 107 channels. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ------------------------- Cordelia had brains-they had to give her that. But did she have to remember to lock her door tonight, of all nights? Tonight when Angelus would surely come after her. "The book says he *always* comes after . . . well, you know, what Cordelia is to me, because of what I did to him. And the last thing we want is to find Cordelia's gutted body hanging from the school's *flagpole* or something, ok? At least I don't." Xander did the talking thing as Buffy vainly tried to bust down the door to Cordelia's house. "What is this thing *built* out of?" she grunted as she rammed into it for the final time. After that try, Buffy stepped back and sighed, exasperated. "The door's not coming down. I guess we'll have to climb in through the windows or something." Buffy looked up at the Chase house, all the way up to the third floor. "This could be hard." "Um, can I try?" Everybody looked at Willow questioningly, but she just shrugged, embarrassed, and walked up to the door. She bent down, peered into the keyhole, and then pulled a hairpin out of her hair. After some careful deliberation, she jammed the hair pin in and turned the makeshift "key", the result being a satisfying click. "I'm not limited to hacking *just* on the computer," Willow told her stunned audience. Then she jerked her head towards the door, which was slowly creeping open from the weight. "Coming?" Buffy shrugged and went on in. Oz quickly followed, grabbing on to Willow's hand for comfort and amazed at yet another little secret Willow had surprised him with since they started to go together. Xander sighed, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and followed them. And as he entered the doorway, he yelped in surprise as he was pushed back by some strong, invisible force. "CRAP!" he yelled in frustration, beating at the invisible wall with his fists. The Scooby Gang turned around to see what was going on. Willow's mouth formed into a "what," but Xander answered her question before she spoke. "I'm not in*vi*ted," he said, growling under his breath. Buffy groaned-yet another setback-and rolled her eyes up to the sky, asking God to make this just a *little* bit more difficult for the lot of them. Willow bit down hard on her lip and gave out a little yip of pain. Oz stood there, trying to think of a solution. That's when they heard the tiny, muffled scream from upstairs. "Screw the front door!" Xander yelled as he heard the scream. He hit the floor running as he jumped off the porch and ran across the yard, heading for the side of house where Cordelia's bedroom was located, on the second floor. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ------------------------ She had been so engrossed in watching Friends that Cordelia hadn't noticed the scratching at her window until it became a series of loud scrapes. Then she satisfied herself by saying outloud that they were just the branches of the oak outside her window against her windowpane . . . yeah, except there was no wind. So Cordelia got up, looked out the window, and then deciding she needed a better view, opened it up and peered outside. Bad, bad, *bad* move that should not be practiced at *all* on the Hellmouth. As soon as Cordelia was half out of the window someone grabbed her by the waist and yanked her out of her room altogether. She had a short time to yelp before a strong, cold hand covered her mouth and plunked her down into the recesses of the big, leafy tree branches. And then she and her captor were falling, falling two stories, her captor possibly landing on two feet because that's how they ended up, and Cordelia did not jump like a cat. When they stopped swaying and Cordelia regained the feeling in her numbed mind, she opened her eyes. She was really surprised to see who stood in front of her-Xander. He was looking past her at the one who held her, and when Cordelia tried to turn around and see who it was, the hand that wasn't around her mouth reached out and held her neck in place. "Don't you move now," said the voice of her captor, his-hers?-its?-nose tickling the inside of her ear. Angelus turned to look towards Xander, who was practically shaking with anger. Angelus wiggled his eyebrows and, unbeknownst to Cordelia, began to sink his fangs towards her neck . . . "You *dare* and I *swear* you're dust," Xander spat out, his knuckles, being clenched so hard, turned a bright pink-a contrast against his extremely white skin. Cordelia's fear escalated as her captor chuckled softly in her ear. "But she's so tasty . . ." it whispered, and then there was the rushing sound of air as whatever it was snapped it's teeth. Wait . . . now she remembered the voice. "Ohmigod!" Cordelia cried, realizing that Angel was the one who was holding her. "Don't make me fight you," Xander warned, his voice and manner testy. Cordelia began to whimper. She was being kidnapped by *Angel* and *Xander* had come to her rescue. They might as well have left Cordelia to fend for herself. She was doomed. "I'm doomed," she said aloud. Angel chuckled. "There's only one way . . ." he said, taking his hand away from her mouth and tracing it along her neck. His eyes watched every invisible line that he drew. Then he turned back to Xander, eyes ablaze. "Fight me as what you are. Then we'll see if she can go." Cordelia looked at Xander with confused eyes as suddenly he clammed up and concentrated on the ground. When he looked back up, he said resolutely. "Ok." And before the eyes of his girlfriend, he *changed.* Cordelia's eyes widened in horror at the knowledge of being surrounded by *two* vampires. "Oh my god!" she said, her voice rising higher. "You have GOT to be kidding me! End of this chapter. I can't wait to write the last part . . . ~Shadows~ ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #392 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. You will need to go through a confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually approve your subscription request, so it may take some time. To unsubscribe, send email to majordomo@xmission.com with unsubscribe buffyfic-digest or unsubscribe buffyfic in the body. 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