From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic V #2 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic Friday, April 3 1998 Volume 00 : Number 002 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 03 Apr 1998 19:02:55 PST From: "Tracy Cain" Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Third Child: Prologue Name: The Third Child Author: Rihanon Address: Rihanon@hotmail.com Feedback: This is my first story, please share! Good? Bad? Ugly? I crave this information!!!!!!!! Summary: Semi-typical story, this is just the prologue, so read it yourself! Spoilers: uh- What's My Line? Definitely before S/I, though. Disclaimer: In no way am I creative enough to come up with the characters used in this story. If you recognize anything, it's not mine, and belongs to the evil Joss. Warnings: If you're anti-Buffy/Angel, delete now. A little bit of profanity, and later parts may contain more. Semi-sadistic. *grin* Rating: PG, for this part anyway. ************* The Third Child: Prologue by Rihanon ************* Buffy felt a chill wind blow through her hair as she walked through the Sunnydale night. It had been unseasonably cold recently, but Giles had decided that it was a natural occurrence, unrelated to demons, vampires, or other weird evils. Just the same, she clutched her jacket more tightly around herself as she headed towards Angel's apartment. She sighed. Four days since she had half-carried, half-dragged him there following Drucilla's less than successful ‘coming-out party.' He had recovered at an amazing rate, one of the few perks involved in being a vampire. Angel. He meant more to her than he should have, but she was through trying to deny the spark between them. The cold fear that had swept through her when she had thought him dead at Kendra's hand, and the horror of not knowing what Spike or, as it turned out, Drucilla, might be doing to him were still fresh in her memory. It seemed that she would continue to care for- no, dammit, admit it- to *love* him wether she saw him or not. And, given her probable lifespan, his presence in her life was probably the most happiness she would ever know. At least those two vampires were dead, they had creeped her out more than she would ever admit, especially to Angel. Their sire. This time her shudder had nothing to do with the temperature. Of course it hadn't been his fault, she wasn't fool enough to blame him for what the demon had done in his name, but seeing them, vampires he had made, brought it home with unusual force that he had once been one of them. Besides, it was still spooky to think of him as, to all intents and purposes, their father. Oh well. At least they were dead. ********************************************************** Spike snarled as he paced back and forth through the dingy warehouse. He could hear Drucilla humming as she amused herself by slowly killing a pair of girls she had caught in the park. A smile lit across his face as one particularly loud scream rang out, but it faded just as quickly. <*Damn* that Slayer. And damn that cursed traitor Angelus to. In the past few days it's taken dozens of lives to restore me to strength. Of course, that pansy will take even longer to heal, with his sniveling refusal to kill for the blood he needs, but that's cold comfort.> Another scream ripped through the air, accompanied by whimpering pleas and insane giggling. He raised his head as a thought occurred to him. A sadistic grin slowly spreading across his features, he left to get pen and paper. ********************************************************** Feeeedback! BegBegBegBegBegBeg... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ End of buffyfic V0 #2 ********************* -