From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #207 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Thursday, May 28 1998 Volume 02 : Number 207 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 25) BUFFYFIC: No Regrets? [1/?] Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Oz BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 26) BUFFYFIC: Cloaked In Darkness: Chapter 5/? 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, 27 May 1998 17:46:19 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 25) Charlotte Sometimes (Part 25) "Mother?" "Go Drusilla. I'll be fine." Isabelle soothed her daughter. Wanting nothing more than to rest and recover from the pain of traveling during the day. Just being active was taking it's toll on her body. "Mother I don't --" "Go Drusilla." Isabelle said sharply and groaned inwardly at her precious daughter. "See to your sister" With more than a few backwards glances Drusilla left the room, shutting the large wooden door as softly as she could. She swiped away a tear that fell loose from her eye. She'd never even imagined life without papa, and now life without mother? But Mum would go peacefully to the Lord. There would be no cruelty or torture. Just gentle rest. * The wind was hitting the windows hard, but that wasn't what had awaken her, Isabelle had long ago grown used to the high winds. Her eyes darted open quickly taking in her surrounding. She was in bed, the fire was dying somewhat but there were embers keep her warm. The eerie silence of the stone walls, and the surreal flickering of the fire against the wooden arrangements was so much more than calming. The nights soundless hymns filled the room comforting her. It meant there was nothing. The vastness of the room was empty inside to out. A dream then. She'd been in a dream. Oh how she cursed her luck. It would take her so much longer to get her eyes peacefully closed again, and her body couldn't go through another night of sleeplessness. "Isabelle" She tensed. There. Again, she'd heard the whispered voice. A chill was sent down her spine as she leaned over to sit up. No. There was nothing. Nothing but the wind. The wind was blowing hard, hitting the windows. It was the wind that had awoken her, the fire crackled, it was an sequence of many effects that had lead her to believe she'd heard her name called. An unbidden fear sunk through her, as she thought of death. Death calling her to be his bride now. She was so young, she wasn't even 35! She cursed him. Dru's father! He'd made her weak, and now she was going to die! "Isabelle" And there. In the window. The figure of death himself. Dressed in black, beckoning her to join eternity with him. She didn't shake her head, or even cry. She'd be brave. The biggest mistake she could have made she did. Getting out of bed Isabelle walk to the windowsill. "Isabelle" Was he not allowed in? Could death not enter at will? Her blood was running cold, every part of her body was shivering and now ice as she stared at the dark figure, standing outside her window. Unlatching the window she faced this dark figure, with his perfect face, but evil eyes. She took one step towards it, but hesitated. ~ "Angel? Or demon?" Angelus laughed, breaking out of his reverie, and play pretend. With one lunge at her he grabbed her frail waist and jumped with her back to the ground below. "Both" - -- _-_ LadySun SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for days. And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes And found myself alone alone, Alone above a raging sea That stole the only girl I loved, And drowned her deep inside of me (The Cure) _ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _ _ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _ _ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _ _ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 27 May 98 20:26:55 PDT From: "Zorina Alexe Kerina Skye" Subject: BUFFYFIC: No Regrets? [1/?] Title: No Regrets? Part: 1/? Disclaimers: I own nothing but the story itself E-mail: zorina@dreamscape.com Spoilage: Through B II Comments: welcome There was no going back now and she knew it. She was alone and she knew that she would be. Alone. Just one word ment so much. It ment no other slayer, it ment riding a buss away from her home heading to who knows where in search of god only knows what, and that was what she was doing, alone. She glanced down at the tickest she had crumpled up and twisted in her hands. This ticket would get her as far as Queens COunty in New York other than that she was on her own. She sighed several hours later as the bus pulled to a stop. "Remember folks you have a half an hour before we'll be heading out." The driver said annoyingly over the pa. With a sigh she walked into the trashy truck stop and bought a soda as well as a morning paper and soemthing to eat after she used the bathroom. Then she slipped back on to the bus and read over the headlines. She was never really a news paper person but what she saw made her cringe. "A seventeen year old girl dissapears following a brutal attack on her friends at Sunnydale High School in Sunnydale, Ca. Among the injured is sixteen year old Willow Rosenberge who escaped only with two broaken legs having awakening from a coma. Also the high school's librarian, Mr. Rupert Giles was found having been beaten within an inch of his life. However athorities still do not know the identity of an african girl found dead at the seen. "Principal Snyder stated that he knew the girl was trouble and had expelled her after finding her returning to the seen of the attack. "Her mother has stated that until her family can be notified her daughter's name will not be released. "After speaking with several of the victims police have stated that they are only concerned for the girl's well being as she is not a suspect and is only wanted for questioning concerning the parties involved and for asulting an officer at 'stake point.' "At this time Principal Snyder blames the attack on youth gangs under the influence of a strong narcotic PCP." Buffy looked at the pictures of the high school and her friends and wanted to cry but she didn't give in to that urge, she had nothing there to go back to. There was little time before the bus begain to move again. She had the entire day to plan and most of the next night before she would have to make any decisions on exactly what it was she was going to do. "Angle..." She whispered twisting the cladaugh ring on her index finger, "please forgive me for what I've done. I'll find that book and I will bring you back if I have to open the Hellmouth and walk into the depths of Hell itself to find you." She cried softly with all she had. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 17:56:02 -0800 From: groovy@snowline.net (Ivy) Subject: Re: BUFFYFIC: Discuss: Oz >So anyway, the question I wanted to ask was, how many other people think Oz is >one of the hardest BtVS characters to write for? 'Cause I know he's darn close >to having my vote. > >R Ok, I haven't sent anything out yet, but I am writing something, and although Oz free, I'd have to say he probably is a hard one to write for. But believe it or not, I think Buffy and Xander follow close behind. You know they're always going to say something witty, or some dumb joke-ish thing, but it's so hard to think of a witty thing to make them say when you're writing for them, you know? oh man. BY THE WAY-I am writing something, and I was wondering if there is anyone out there who would like to read what I've written, every time I pump out a section, and make corrections and offer advice...maybe an experienced writer, helping out a first timer, ya know? I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT! Thanks, e-mail me if you're interested! - -Ivy ^ ^ - --------uUUu--| .| |. |--uUUu--------- IVY!!! | | (aka-Rachel) Lover of this ( ) cool stuff: SCREAM, TITANIC, The X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, South Park, David Duchovny, Nicholas Brendan, and Leo DiCaprio! +++++ "Hey, where's the cream filling?" - -------| |------------| |----------- ( ) ( ) ooooO Ooooo ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 01:51:52 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (Part 26) Charlotte Sometimes (Part 26) ((Some violence ahead..)) This was getting dull. Her heartbeat was perfectly stable, if not a tad bit weak. He tossed another grape at Isabelle's head. Nothing. She looked like a dead figurine, just laying there on the floor. Angelus groaned again, and rolled over on his back, laying on the large dinner table allowing his head to bob over the end so he may watch his new victim. He could be out. Outside frolicking in the night with lovely Drusilla, instead of waiting for her worthless mother to wake up. He threw the grape at her, missing her head entirely from his vantage point. Angelus pushed himself up from the table. There had to be a better way at going about this. ~ "Drusilla!" The sharp yell excited a jump out of bed sending Dru to her feet, as Lydia came running into the room. "Drusilla! Drusilla! Wake up!" "What? What? Lydia!" Drusilla's eyes widened in shock as adrenaline coursed through her body, a quick glance out the window told her it was around 5am or 6am "Lydia?" Dru asked exasperated. "C'mon!" Her sister bounced grabbing Drusilla's hand and leading her out of the room and into Isabelle's quarters. "Lydia, I told you I didn't want you coming -- ... Where's Isabelle? ~ "Mmm..." His eyes bolted from the bible he'd been ripping apart to Isabelle. Tossing the shredded book he crawled over to Dru's mother. "Drusilla?" Isabelle mumbled stupidly, turning around onto her back, with a little groan of pain. Cold shot up her frail body. A sensation filling her as though she were on ice! Her eyes fluttered open to show a young gentleman above her. Not ice. She was on the floor. Stone floor. Sending shivers down her body. She looked around. She was someplace new, with someone knew. The images didn't really flood back. It was more that she just knew something was wrong. Isabelle met her eyes with the dark man standing over her. "Am I dead?" ~ "What do you mean you lost your mother, child?" "I... Uh...Uh.." Drusilla thought "I... No... Umm..." "She's missing. She was ill and now she's all gone!" Lydia cried out hugging Miss Edith for all her life. "Shh, your going to have to calm down now." The sheriff sighed, not really wanting to deal with this hysterical lady. "When was the last time you saw her?" ~ "Not yet. But soon, I promise" Angelus said so seriously that Isabelle couldn't even scream, or cry, or beg. She could just stare at him, in a dull shock. Realization took an idiotically long time to dawn on her, but after precious minutes she understood. Somewhat. "You" She hissed, as she forced her body to sit up, then to stand. He stood with her, slowly. If she thought she could escape him in her condition she had to be insane. "You killed him!" Her eyes widened in horror. "You..." She gasped out. The image. The vision of her beloved husbands death.. Murder! This was him! This was fiend that had... "YOU KILLED HIM!" She screamed out, unconsciously knowing the virtuosity of her voice Angelus eyes widened. Now he was glad he had come to her next. She'd be music for his soul. Her knee's collapsed under her weight. But he was there, holding her as she tried to push him away screaming and crying. "Shhh... Calm down Isabelle" He said in a most unsettling way, lifting up her body so she might stand on her own "I'll tell you a secret" He smiled as though to make up for the torment he'd caused. His breath was near to her lips, she could feel it. And though she expected hot words to come from these lips, his breath was too cold, too chilling. "Your screams, will only hurt you more" One look into his wild eyes was enough to make her scream and scream. - -- _-_ LadySun SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for days. And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes And found myself alone alone, Alone above a raging sea That stole the only girl I loved, And drowned her deep inside of me (The Cure) _ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _ _ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _ _ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _ _ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 02:27:22 PDT From: "Aurelia Destiny" Subject: BUFFYFIC: Cloaked In Darkness: Chapter 5/? TITLE: Cloaked In Darkness AUTHOR: Princess Destiny (princessdestiny@hotmail.com) SUMMARY: Things are not exactly what they seem when Giles finds an ancient diary, with news of the death of the Slayer. A new girl comes to Sunnydale and things start to go crazy, Angel is jealous because Buffy has a boyfriend and the Anointed one gets a nasty surprise... It is naturally a Buffy/Angel Romance story, cause I'm a hopeless romantic! RATING: PG. TIME PERIOD: Hmm, well since we have only seen up till Prophesy Girl here in AustraliaBut I HAVE read the scripts for the rest of them...Okay, just after Prophesy Girl and we'll leave it at that! THANK-YOUS: FEEDBACK: PLEASE! I love to hear from people! DISTRIBUTION: Ask me first, I'll say yes anyway, but I want to know where it is going. DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel and the others are the property of Joss Whedon. Gabriella and any others I add later on are Mine, Mine, Mine! This is my first try at a Buffy fic so don't be too harsh, comments and suggestions or even praise for my lovely story are very welcome! ************************ CLOAKED IN DARKNESS ************************ ***PART 2: PROPHESY*** Chapter 5: Prophesy of Darkness Angel watched Giles staring down at an open book, some others under his arm and mumbling and stuttering his way through a strange language that sounded vaguely familiar to the vampire. "What language is that?" he asked curiously, Giles jumped violently, the books in his hands tumbling to the floor with a clatter. "Ah, an an-ancient language...not used anymore anywhere. Not for centuries, I can’t even recognize it" Giles stammered, he pushed the glasses back onto his nose nervously and bent to pick the dusty books up. Angel came fully out of the shadows, where he had been hiding and handed a book that Giles had missed to him. "Why would you want a ancient language Giles, has something come up about...Buffy?" Angel clenched his hands when he said her name but Giles never noticed, too busy with his own thoughts. "No, no. Just a dream I had, someone said something and it sounded somehow familiar to me so I looked it up. It’s very complex and I was just trying to learn the basics when you came in" Giles explained and Angel felt a frown cross his face, Giles having dreams where people spoke strange, long unused languages was not a good thing. Giles handed Angel a book and the vampire looked at it with raised brows, it was very old and that much was clear, yet it seemed in perfect condition. "What does this say?" he asked the Watcher and Giles took his glasses off to wipe them with a hanky, he looked off into space and Angel felt as if he were alone for a moment. The words on the cover were in silver and the symbol of three stars surrounding a crescent moon were in the very center, also silver. The book’s cover was made of soft red leather and Angel stroked the symbols lightly, feeling something like electricity jolting down his fingers and into his body. "It says, well I’m not exactly sure WHAT it says Angel, I haven’t been able to translate any of it yet" The Watcher said with extreme irritability, he took the book back off of Angel and began muttering again. "You see it’s a small bit like modern Romanian, but a lot of it is some other, or several other languages as well" Giles sat back down and opened the book, Angel leaned over him and stared at the strange script, it was like nothing he had ever seen before and it was strangely compelling. The pages were only ever-so-slightly yellow, as if written only a year or two before, but they both knew better. "It’s remarkably well preserved, even the writing. No sign of decay at all" Giles said almost to himself and Angel nodded with agreement, it was astonishing to say the least. An impossibility almost. "And someone in your dream told you something in this ancient language? How did you recognize it?" Angel wondered, his eyes were already hurting trying to follow the complex wording and he stood back. "Ah, well not in THIS language that is written in the book here. Another, in the back of it. I-I’ll explain in a moment" Giles said, he patted the pages almost lovingly. "Uh, umm, well that is the strange part naturally. I found this book 20 years ago in a far eastern continent and bought it for quite a lot of money. The owner was quite loath to part with it for some reason but his wife convinced him they needed the money. All he could tell me was that it was partly Ro-Romanian, the interesting thing is that there are not other books like this in the world that I could find" Giles stopped and ran a hand through his hair distractedly and Angel sat down across from him, waiting for the man to continue. "I saw straight away that it was not modern Romanian, nor anything I could remotely comprehend. In the back of the book though were words in modern Romanian, the only part in the whole book that I could translate..." he held out a piece of paper to Angel and the vampire scanned it swiftly, he had traveled a lot and understood Romanian probably as well as the Watcher. It took only a moment to read it and then he looked up quickly, shocked and horrified. "Are you sure this wasn’t added after the book was originally written, the languages have changed so much that it seems impossible someone could have understood them back then" Angel said darkly, looking for some way that it could somehow be wrong, that the book had been tampered with. Giles gave the vampire serious look, his voice worried when he finally spoke. "I’m sure. From the tests I had done on this book-and I must say that my colleague and I were both most impressed with how well preserved the ink was-we found that this message WAS indeed written at the exact same time as the rest of the book" Giles admitted, Angel didn’t know why he wasn’t more surprised, but with all he had seen and heard in the last 241 years, nothing really got to him anymore. Much. "Oh Buffy" Angel murmured, his eyes terrible for Giles to see, they burned with a fierce protectiveness, but also a deep hatred for what Buffy’s normal life had become. All that she was made to do to save the world from vampires and all at the age of 16. "And the dream?" Angel prompted and Giles tried to say something but it came out in a stuttered sentence, clearly it had unnerved the Watcher very much. "Yes, Uh, the dream. Well the woman said something and it came to me that it was the exact same words written at the back of this book, I dug it out immediately and I’m quite sure that I was meant to remember about this diary..." Angel got to his feet and snatched the book back, Giles was mildly surprised as the vampire opened the covers and touched a page gently. "You’re right, these ARE dates, but they too are strange. I don’t think I could understand them..." Angel murmured and Giles gave a short laugh, rising to peer at the page that Angel was staring at. "Not too strange, Uh, that is another strange thing too though" Angel gave him an annoyed look and wondered how many other strange things Giles would tell him of about the book. "Umm, the d-dates are similar to...correspond to, Ah let me see" the Watcher moved some papers around on his desk frantically, searching and came up a moment later with a very crumpled piece that had scribbles all over it. "Ah, here it is. The dates you see are even older than the book, umm, that is, they seemed to have used a completely different and older numerical system than their own language" "What system?" Angel demanded, feeling as if he were being used as a pawn somehow and something nagged at the back of his mind though he could not quite place it. "Mmm? Oh, Persian, very ancient also. A-about 500 B.C I believe, when the Civilization was at it’s height" Angel stared at the man, but said nothing. Persian? Giles and he exchanged a look a moment before Buffy, Xander and Willow burst into the Library. They skidded to a stop breathlessly and Buffy panted for a moment, completely ignoring Angel. "Oh Buffy, good I want to talk to..." Giles began hesitantly, Angel gave him a quick glance however and the Watcher began to think that maybe Buffy shouldn’t know about the book. She and the other’s didn’t seem to notice Giles soft words and Xander quickly blurted out the reason for their untimely visit. "Giles! There are vampires heading towards ‘The Bronze’ and I mean a lot! We need backup and heaps of ammo" Xander gasped out and Buffy gave him a quick look, Willow came forward and her eyes were on the book still held in Angel’s hands. "What’s that?" she started to say but Buffy shot her an angry look, so Willow shut her mouth. Angel put behind his back unobtrusively and leaned back against the edge of the table, making sure Willow and Xander stayed in front of him. "Later Will, can’t you keep your mind from books for a moment?" Buffy demanded angrily, Xander and Willow looked startled but Buffy never noticed as she grabbed the key to the weapon’s cage from Giles startled hands. She raced in and started piling stakes and bolts for the cross-bow into her bag, while Xander grabbed some holy water from his bag and tossed it from hand to hand. "How many vampires are heading there?" Angel asked urgently and Xander gave the holy water to willow to hold up all his fingers, flashing them twice to indicate 20 and then he threw up his hands annoyed. "Uh, more than I can conveniently count!" he shouted as he went to help Buffy and left Willow to recount what had happened. "We were headed out with Buffy for Graveyard duty when she got major cram...Uh vibes that there was something up. We followed her and saw about, I’d say, 30 vampires heading for a buffet at ‘The Bronze’" Willow estimated the amount and Angel looked slightly skeptical, then flashed a strange look at Giles, throwing the old book back at the watcher who caught it carefully. "That’s right Giles. If we don’t leave now it’s going to be a total stain. Coming Angel?" Buffy shouted over her shoulder as she left the Library, not even waiting to see if he followed and Angel winced at the coldness he heard when she said his name. "Business as usual" he muttered to himself and quickly followed. Giles listened till they left and then sat down again to try and decipher the book, the book fluttered open as a strange gentle wind went through the room, spinning through the pages till it came to the inscription at the back. Giles seemed to hear whisperings in the wind and listened harder, but it suddenly died down as quickly as it had come. He looked up slowly, pushing his glasses back further onto the bridge of his noise with extreme nervousness. The book had opened by itself on the page with the message that was the only Romanian script he could read and it lay there, almost seeming to mock him. ‘And it shall come to pass that the book shall fall into the hands of a human called ‘The watcher’, when day and night are one and the Slayer of the blood-drinkers shall fall under a cloak of darkness’ ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #207 ****************************** 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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