From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #108 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Tuesday, April 7 1998 Volume 02 : Number 108 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!! BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!! 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, 07 Apr 1998 15:43:58 PDT From: "Sara Barton" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!! A: Sara B. T: Hope D: I don't own 'em! Part 45 PG Giles sat in his living room, replaying the conversation with Hope’s parents over and over in his head. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. < This is truly amazing. Gayle’s great grandfather had been a Watcher, and her grandmother’s great aunt was a Slayer > He rubbed his aching temples and gulped down a large glass of water. < They knew about the prophecy all along. Hope was destined to save Angel, and was also destined to die > < Then she disappeared. Right in Xander’s arms > It was an amazing thing for Giles to see. In his lifetime, he had come across many odd and unnatural beings, but never had a mortal just disappear. But then, Hope wasn’t a mortal. *There is something you don’t know about Hope* Gayle said. *What? What is it?* Giles asked. *She is immortal.* Giles had been so shocked at this information he had nearly fallen off the sofa. Hope was immortal. An immortal Slayer. If she hadn’t risked her own life to save Angel’s, she would have died. It was the goodness in her that gave her immortality. < Well all thought she had died. Buffy wept for her...her feeling of guilt is overwhelming. She will be so happy to find Hope is alive > The smile on Giles’ face turned into a frown. < Or will she? Will her mourning over Angel affect her greatly? Will she be able to continue her slaying abilities? > He began to feel distress over this, worrying that Buffy would be too grief stricken to deal with anything. < Her love for Angel was never questionable. Her feelings were loud and clear. She loved him with all of her heart and soul. Poor Buffy, she is too young to have to deal with this...to young to have so much responsibility > Giles stood up and walked to his window. Pulling back his curtains, he stared into the night sky. < So much has happened in the past two days. All our lives have been changed. Forever. Will Buffy be able to get past his death? She is incredibly strong for her age. A maturity well beyond her sixteen years. Out of all the slayers I have read about, she has been the most incredible of them all. She survived death, the most dangerous opponent of all. The one thing that Buffy can’t fight > Giles took a deep breath and sauntered away from the window. He turned off the lights and locked his door, breathing a sigh of relief at the fact that vampires couldn’t come in unless they were invited. He walked to his bedroom, and changed into a pair of pajamas. Slipping beneath the covers of his bed, he pulled out his Watcher diary and wrote about the past two day’s events. ***** “Goodnight, Mom. I love you,” Buffy said to Joyce before entering her room. Angel trailed close behind at her feet. “Goodnight, Buffy. I love you too. Sleep tight...don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Joyce said from the hall. Buffy laughed. “More like don’t let the vampires bite.” Joyce raised her eyebrow. “Are you sure vampire’s can’t come in unless they are invited?” “Positive,” Buffy replied. “So don’t invite anyone in the house after dark. That is unless I am here.” Nodding, Joyce walked to her bedroom. “Sweet dreams, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Angel.” Angel meowed loudly, and Buffy smiled. “Thanks for letting me keep him,” she said. “Your welcome,” she responded, grinning in joy at her daughter’s seemingly happy mood. < If that little kitten makes her feel better, than he is more than welcome! > Buffy closed her bedroom door. She walked to her closet and changed into boxers and a T-shirt. Angel hopped up onto her bed, curling up on a cozy blanket. Buffy took off her necklace and rings, placing them next to her bed. She strolled over to her window, and ran her fingers along the sill. “Good-bye, Angel,” she whispered, closing her curtains. Picking up the leather jacket he gave her, she pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. Angel stirred and bounced to her, nudging her face. She let him cozy up to her. Buffy watched the kitten bathe himself, and smiled. Rolling over onto her back, she pulled her comforter up to her neck. Buffy sighed heavily. “I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered, letting the tears flow freely from her eyes. She sniffled, feeling her empty heart tighten. She grasped the jacket tightly, weeping...her tears wetting her face and pillow. Closing her eyes, she imagined him. His smile, his laugh, his smell, his voice, his eyes. Before long, her body relaxed and her weeping stopped. The tight grip she had on her jacket lessened as she drifted off into a deep sleep, into a dream world were she and her love could be together for eternity. Angel sat up, and hopped off Buffy’s bed. He trotted across her floor to her window. Jumping up onto the sill, he sat, watching the Slayer sleep. Her small body illuminated by the soft light of the moon. He watched over her protectively...as he had done so many times before. EL FIN FEEDBACK FEEDBACK!!! PLEASE!?!?!?!!! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 15:43:19 PDT From: "Sara Barton" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope 45/45 THE END!!! A: Sara B. T: Hope D: I don't own 'em! Part 45 PG Giles sat in his living room, replaying the conversation with Hope’s parents over and over in his head. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. < This is truly amazing. Gayle’s great grandfather had been a Watcher, and her grandmother’s great aunt was a Slayer > He rubbed his aching temples and gulped down a large glass of water. < They knew about the prophecy all along. Hope was destined to save Angel, and was also destined to die > < Then she disappeared. Right in Xander’s arms > It was an amazing thing for Giles to see. In his lifetime, he had come across many odd and unnatural beings, but never had a mortal just disappear. But then, Hope wasn’t a mortal. *There is something you don’t know about Hope* Gayle said. *What? What is it?* Giles asked. *She is immortal.* Giles had been so shocked at this information he had nearly fallen off the sofa. Hope was immortal. An immortal Slayer. If she hadn’t risked her own life to save Angel’s, she would have died. It was the goodness in her that gave her immortality. < Well all thought she had died. Buffy wept for her...her feeling of guilt is overwhelming. She will be so happy to find Hope is alive > The smile on Giles’ face turned into a frown. < Or will she? Will her mourning over Angel affect her greatly? Will she be able to continue her slaying abilities? > He began to feel distress over this, worrying that Buffy would be too grief stricken to deal with anything. < Her love for Angel was never questionable. Her feelings were loud and clear. She loved him with all of her heart and soul. Poor Buffy, she is too young to have to deal with this...to young to have so much responsibility > Giles stood up and walked to his window. Pulling back his curtains, he stared into the night sky. < So much has happened in the past two days. All our lives have been changed. Forever. Will Buffy be able to get past his death? She is incredibly strong for her age. A maturity well beyond her sixteen years. Out of all the slayers I have read about, she has been the most incredible of them all. She survived death, the most dangerous opponent of all. The one thing that Buffy can’t fight > Giles took a deep breath and sauntered away from the window. He turned off the lights and locked his door, breathing a sigh of relief at the fact that vampires couldn’t come in unless they were invited. He walked to his bedroom, and changed into a pair of pajamas. Slipping beneath the covers of his bed, he pulled out his Watcher diary and wrote about the past two day’s events. ***** “Goodnight, Mom. I love you,” Buffy said to Joyce before entering her room. Angel trailed close behind at her feet. “Goodnight, Buffy. I love you too. Sleep tight...don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Joyce said from the hall. Buffy laughed. “More like don’t let the vampires bite.” Joyce raised her eyebrow. “Are you sure vampire’s can’t come in unless they are invited?” “Positive,” Buffy replied. “So don’t invite anyone in the house after dark. That is unless I am here.” Nodding, Joyce walked to her bedroom. “Sweet dreams, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Angel.” Angel meowed loudly, and Buffy smiled. “Thanks for letting me keep him,” she said. “Your welcome,” she responded, grinning in joy at her daughter’s seemingly happy mood. < If that little kitten makes her feel better, than he is more than welcome! > Buffy closed her bedroom door. She walked to her closet and changed into boxers and a T-shirt. Angel hopped up onto her bed, curling up on a cozy blanket. Buffy took off her necklace and rings, placing them next to her bed. She strolled over to her window, and ran her fingers along the sill. “Good-bye, Angel,” she whispered, closing her curtains. Picking up the leather jacket he gave her, she pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. Angel stirred and bounced to her, nudging her face. She let him cozy up to her. Buffy watched the kitten bathe himself, and smiled. Rolling over onto her back, she pulled her comforter up to her neck. Buffy sighed heavily. “I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered, letting the tears flow freely from her eyes. She sniffled, feeling her empty heart tighten. She grasped the jacket tightly, weeping...her tears wetting her face and pillow. Closing her eyes, she imagined him. His smile, his laugh, his smell, his voice, his eyes. Before long, her body relaxed and her weeping stopped. The tight grip she had on her jacket lessened as she drifted off into a deep sleep, into a dream world were she and her love could be together for eternity. Angel sat up, and hopped off Buffy’s bed. He trotted across her floor to her window. Jumping up onto the sill, he sat, watching the Slayer sleep. Her small body illuminated by the soft light of the moon. He watched over her protectively...as he had done so many times before. EL FIN FEEDBACK FEEDBACK!!! PLEASE!?!?!?!!! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #108 ****************************** 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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