From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #109 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 109 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Hope 2 of 43/45 BUFFYFIC: s*bscribing BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Life's A Bitch BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Hurting *POEM* 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 15:36:27 PDT From: "Sara Barton" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Hope 2 of 43/45 A: Sara B. T: Hope D: I don't own 'em! 2/43/45 Giles knocked on the large, mahogany door of the Callahan home and nervously waited for an answer. He shifted his feet and felt his throat tighten up. His heat raced and a burning sensation churned in his stomach as the door opened. The woman smiled at him invitingly as a man came to stand beside her. “Hello, Giles,” she said. He looked at her with an expression of the utmost shock. Dumbfounded, he barely managed to find the words to speak. “How...how on earth do you know who I am?” “You are the Slayer’s Watcher. We’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “Won’t you come in?” She asked, gesturing for him to enter. He nodded slightly, and stepped into their home. “I....I...” he stammered. “You came to tell us of Hope’s death. We know,” the woman said. His shock grew intensely as he stared into the calm faces of Hope’s parents. “Oh! How rude of me. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Gayle Callahan and this is my husband Frank,” she said, holding out her hand. He shook it timidly, not understanding what was going on. “Do sit down,” Frank said, leading Giles into the large, spacious living room. The plush, pink carpet fit the decor of the cream colored tab curtains and flowered wallpaper. A large stone fireplace stood grandly, and two sofa’s--that matched the curtains--stood facing each other with an oak coffee table resting between them. Giles reluctantly sank down onto the comfortable sofa, and noticed familiar books which lined the table. ‘Vampyr’, ‘The Occult’, Demons in Mythology’, The Slayer Handbook. < What?! > He took a double take and sure enough, a copy of the handbook rested on an old book of some sort. Leaning in for a closer look, he realized it was a Watcher’s diary. Frank interrupted his thoughts. “We have a lot to talk about,” he said, watching Giles’ expression with a slight amusement. Giles nodded earnestly. “Yes, we certainly do.” ***** “Hey Cordy,” Xander said, entering her hospital room. She looked into his handsome face. “Hey,” she said weakly. “How do you feel?” He asked, concerned. “Fine, except for the fact that I was in a car accident and had a stake rammed into my thigh,” she said sarcastically. Xander flashed a hurt expression. She softened immediately. “I’m sorry, Xander.” He smiled. “It’s okay.” “So how did it go last night?” She asked, holding her breath with nervousness. Xander’s look of tragic grief made her heart race. “Wha...What happened?” He took in a deep breath, pushing the shakiness out of his voice. “Well...uh...” he gulped, “Hope and Angel died.” Cordelia choked back a sob, holding in her anguish. “Oh no,” she whispered, the tears falling freely from her eyes. Xander couldn’t help but cry. “Angel killed Buffy then---” “What?! Oh God!” Cordelia cried out, sobbing. Xander moved like lightening to her side and held her, trying to offer comfort. “Sshhhhhh,” he crooned, stroking her hair softly. “Let me finish. Buffy died, then Hope was in the middle of killing Angel when she ended up saving him. She died for that bastard,” Xander growled, gritting his teeth, shoving his anger aside. “Hope then somehow gave Buffy life again. It was the most amazing thing.” Cordelia trembled. “Is Buffy okay?” She asked, grabbing a tissue. Xander nodded. “Yeah, she is okay.” “Is everyone else okay?” She sniffled. “Yeah, we are all okay,” he said, holding her tightly. Cordelia looked at him, taking in the his scent, his voice, the feel of his arms around her. She smiled lovingly, and he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you, Xander,” She whispered, then opened her eyes wide realizing what she said. “Oh! I..mean...I....” She blushed at her very un-Cordelia like words. < Did I just say what I think I said? > “I love you, too,” he whispered back, and her expression softened. She smiled again with relief, and leaned her head against his chest. < My Xander > she thought, and relaxed, letting him comfort her. Soon, they drifted off into a slumber. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Apr 1998 16:45:27 PDT From: "Sara Barton" Subject: BUFFYFIC: s*bscribing How can I s*bscribe to the Bbeta and Willowfic lists? Thanx Sara ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Apr 1998 20:01:02 EDT From: G90210 Subject: BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Life's A Bitch AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was just a thought I had one day. Because Buffy has to deal with stuff, most people don't think exist(right they don't, come on now for my own mentalness, they don't!) What about when she has to face real stuff, like real diseases, like AIDS. I don't know why I thought of this, but oh well I did. TITLE: Life's A Bitch AUTHOR: mInDy (G90210@aol.com or LoveAVamp@aol.com) SUMMARY: I don't know how to write one to this, so read.......it's about Buffy and Angel for those of you who it matters too. SPOILERS: None at the moment. TIME LINE: After S/I IMPORTANT: Angel IS good in my story, he does has soul, and the curse can't be broken this time. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!! WARNING: Major character dies. Look at the title and the language will be explained. Life's A Bitch by: mInDy *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Buffy sat in her room. *It's so quiet in here this late.* Buffy thought, but that thought left when she heard someone jump up on her roof. *What the----* She saw Angel starring at her. Part of her felt fear run through her, cause it wasn't so long ago, he was her enemy and wanted her dead. The other part, didn't know how to feel right now. She loved him, true. She trusted him, false/true. She wasn't sure yet, and she wasn't sure if she ever would be. "Hey," Angel said, after starring at her, wishing he knew what she was thinking. "Hey," Buffy said. Nobody said anything else or moved, their words just hung in the air. Both scared to death of each other, but both madly in love. Buffy broke the silence, "Angel aren't you gonna......" "I can't remember the little....umm..." He said a little nervous, wondering how he was gonna do this. "Oh yeah that." Buffy said looking down, she was just as nervous, the last time they were alone, when he was good, was that wonderful night. "Angel, come...." "Buffy, DON'T, it's to dangerous for you to do that." He said almost screaming at her for trying to invite her in. "Oh ok, Angel, so were gonna.....Come In, Come In, Come In..Oooppps I said it, sorry, guess you're gonna half to COME IN." Buffy said to him, and smiled, trying to break the tension that was building in between them. Angel just rolled his eyes at her. He loved her, and he prayed to God that one day they could be together like before. When Angel got in side, he sat at the end of Buffy's bed. He kept looking at her. *Man if I wasn't a vampire, my palms would be sweating very bad right now.* *I guess since he ain't gonna make the first move, I will.* Buffy leaned over to him, and kissed him, hard. Angel responded, immeadately. He wanted nothing more than this. When they fell on the back on the bed Angel spoke up, "Buffy, what about your Mom?" "She's off at some art thing. God, Angel, I've missed you so much." "I've missed you, too." It seemed like all the tension that was between them, left without a trace. That night was just like before, but better, in some. The whole damn world could have gone to hell, and they wouldn't have cared, they were where they wanted to be, in each other's embrace. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* TBC........... Feedback, I live on it, you wouldn't want me dying now would you? =o) - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Apr 1998 20:24:39 EDT From: G90210 Subject: BUFFYFIC: BBETA: Hurting *POEM* This is a poem I wrote back when Angel was good. Hurting by: mInDy (G90210@aol.com or LoveAVamp@aol.com) You're always there, In the dark, Hidden from my sight. But I know you're there, I can sense you there, Just a little out of my reach, Making sure I don't get hurt. But don't you see? Everyday that goes by, And I don't see you, Hurts more. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ FEEDBACK PPPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE - - ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #109 ****************************** 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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