From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #270 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Wednesday, July 22 1998 Volume 02 : Number 270 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Fantasies (2/?) BUFFYFIC: Cursed (1/?) BUFFYFIC: Fantasies (3/?) 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, 21 Jul 1998 12:41:00 +0000 From: Aislynn Denny Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fantasies (2/?) Title: Fantasies Author: Aislynn E-mail: bd16281@appstate.edu Spoilers: Basically anything since the beginning of the show is up for grabs. DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without permission. The author claims no rights to these characters. Except for the mystery man, he's mine. Summary: Xander gets his wildest fantasy, but what is the price? Note: Thanks for all your comments! . Part 2 Jesse stared at Xander, "Man, what has come over you?" Xander looked up at Jesse and gave him a small grin. "What a guy can't be happy to see his best friend?" Jesse untangled himself from Xander's grasp and gave a slightly nervous laugh. "Xander, you just saw me last night when you and Buf were out patroling." Willow looked towards Xander with a confused, yet worried look on her face. "Are you alright?" Xander backed up a couple of steps. "Patroling?" Buffy crossed her arms and said, "Yeah, remember Patroling? When we go out and slay vampires?" Xander nodded. "Yes, I remember patroling. But what about this we thing? You always say You patrol we stay in the background." Giles frowned. "Xander, what are you talking about. You and Buffy have been a team since she was killed by the Master when you became a slayer as well." Xander felt as if his jaw were going to fall off, "You're joking. Kendra is the other slayer." Buffy looked confused. "Who's Kendra?" Xander sat down and put his head in his hands. Buffy walked over and put her arms around Xander and said quietly, "What's wrong? You aren't acting like yourself." Xander looked frantically between his friends. "Um...uh...nothing, nothing's wrong. I just...uh...nothing. Um, where's Cordy?" Giles looked at Xander momentaraily startled. "Cordy? Oh! Oh you mean Ms. Chase. Yes, well..." Xander glanced between Giles and Buffy, noting the looks of sadness on their faces. "Xander, Cordelia has been dead for a few months now. Ever since the Order of Teraka came through." Xander was glad that he was sitting down, he didn't think his legs would be able to hold him at that moment. "Bu- But I was there. We got out of the house without Maggot Man getting a hold of us." Willow shook her head. "Xander, what are you talking about? You were here training while Cordelia went looking for Buffy." Xander felt tears well up in his eyes. Xander looked up at his friends and blinked back the tears. "I must have...forgotten. Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." He quickly left the library leaving the others staring after him. "Is anyone else as confused as to what just occured here as I am?" Giles asked. Outside the school Xander looked around then shouted, "I don't want this! Take it back! Give me back my old life!" From behind him a smooth voice said, "Oh, but I can't do that, My Boy." Spinning, Xander took in the appearance of this mystery man. Tall and wiry, he reminded Xander a bit of Spike, but his hair was jet black and hung well past his shoulders. He was dressed all in black, black tshirt, dress pants, shoes and sport jacket. The only color was a blood red rose pinned to his lapel. His eyes were even black. "Why not? If you can grant my fantasy why can't you take it away?" Xander panted, even though he hadn't been running. "Alexander, I have given you a gift." The man said. "But Cordelia is dead because of it!" Xander shouted. The man shrugged. "Sad, yes. But you have Buffy, why would you want that stuck up little snob?" Xander ran his hand through his hair frustrated. "Because! I...Well, I...I have no right to take her life just to make mine better!" The man smirked. "Casualty of war then. She would have died weather you had been there or not. It was in the cards. Some fluke made her survive the first time." Pacing back and forth Xander shook his head. "No, being with Buffy is great and wonderful, but it's not worth this!" The man, examined his nails, and snapped his fingers. "Xander, you haven't even begun to pay for this yet." Xander turned, staring at the man. "What do you mean?" The man walked towards Xander and put a hand on his shoulder. Xander was surprised to feel a burning heat from the man's hand. "Everything has a price, Xander. Surely you know that." Xander blinked and started to pull away from the man. "You said this was a gift!" The man smiled. "Even gifts have a price." Xander stared at the man, and watched in shock as a pair of small horns grew from the man's head and his legs bent oddly, his feet becoming cloven hooves. "And now I'll tell you your price..." End part 2 ************************************************************************* "Passion. It lies in all of us- sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir- open it's jaws and howl." -Angel from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 16:30:44 -0700 From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.) Subject: BUFFYFIC: Cursed (1/?) TITLE: Cursed #1 Destined To Kill AUTHOR: Taygeta E-MAIL: taygeta@juno.com FEEDBACK: Pretty please with a cherry on top! DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me first. RATING: PG SPOILER: Some I guess...all before Surprise I guess. DESCRIPTION: Someone's out for Angel! Takes place before that whole soul thing. DISCLAIMER: The characters any such reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer television series belong to their creator, Joss Whedon, and their owners, Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions, Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox. In other words, they do not belong to me. Copyright infringement not intended. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just thought I'd thank Slayer01 for her idea, and hope that this series goes to her expectations. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Cursed #1 Destined to Kill Idea by: Slayer01 Written By: Taygeta The bus's air conditioner hummed loudly as Leifa Tidier eyed the barren desert that stretched for hours on end in front of the window. She related to each passing green object that came into her viewpoint through the window. They were a lot like her…clinging for existence…trying to live a life, and not knowing if in the end they would succeed. She had come a long way and had many miles ahead of her before she could ever reach her destination…Sunnydale, California. But what was all of this for? Was it for the centuries old curse on her family because of their blindness towards a hidden demon and in those moments of ignorance allow him to take residence in their home? The Tidier family was not to be blame…could not be blamed because of their ignorance, but they were condemned to this curse…all because of one stupid mistake. They trusted too much and what good did that do them? A tarnished image and a footing of fault in the eyes of Hykalr Society, and a curse to follow…was that all that could be receive in trust? Why did this curse have to damn the generations that had played no part in this game? Why was the first-born always the one to have to sacrifice their life… given up what they could have been…to destroy this creature of the night? Leifa cursed softly under her breath as she usually did at the ancient ancestors of the Rtyira family, who's even more antique knowledge in majicks kept this curse alive. Their image of the victim, Mishala Rtyira, was so idyllically exaggerated that none of it was truly conceivable, but it was this exaggeration that the Hykalr Society allowed them to keep this curse for so many generations thereafter. In reality, Mishala probably wouldn't have died if she hadn't approached the handsome visitor to the Tidier home, for the Rtyira lived a few miles away, but everyone knew that at 16, she was in desperate search for a mate. Although, modern customs have changed this, in the Society's ancient ways, it was implied shameful for any family not to have their eldest daughter wed by the age of 17. Mishala was a lazy young woman and had no means to fend or care for herself, let alone others, and the men knew this and steered clear of her and her majicks. No amount of her power, however, helped much when she found and was attacked by the evil guest. But these ideas, of course, were lost in the shuffle and had been long forgotten by everyone except the Tidier clan, who had a bitter taste in their mouth at her very name. It was the taste of Hate. Leifa disliked it, but she couldn't help but feel its wickedness course through her blood at every reminder of the family curse. And never did it run thicker than when she realized that it was time to leave the home that she had lived in the entirety of her 16 years. She could still hear the High Councilman's voice constantly, echoing in her mind, "It is time for Leifa Rukenof Tidier to become one with the destiny that her ancestors chose for her by their mistakes. It is time for the first-born of Jacob Tidier to go forth and seek…to hunt…and to kill…" Kill. She despised the word even more so than that of Hate. She had never consciously killed in her life, and nor did she want to. She feared Death and it's unsteady hand that she often saw reaching out for her in the darkness. She felt its approach now, and shivered at its closeness. She knew that the only way to escape the grasp…the bony fingers gripping for her life…was to follow the rule of "kill or be killed," and if killing was what she had to do, so be it. As far as Leifa was concerned, Angelus was already dead. _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 16:43:25 +0000 From: Aislynn Denny Subject: BUFFYFIC: Fantasies (3/?) Title: Fantasies Author: Aislynn E-mail: bd16281@appstate.edu Spoilers: Basically anything since the beginning of the show is up for grabs. DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, and The Warner Brothers Network, and are used without permission. The author claims no rights to these characters. Except for the mystery man, he's mine. Summary: Xander gets his wildest fantasy, but what is the price? Part 3 Xander looked horrified as he stared at the demon in front of him. He started backing away, even as he felt a surge of energy, the Slayer's Energy. The dremon chuckled reading Xander's thoughts. "Yes, I had a hell of a time pulling that one off. Do you know how hard ot was to force the Slayer's energy into your body?" Xander couldn't believe this was happening. "Now, My Boy...the price of this fantasy of yours..." The demon leaned against a tree and waved his hand, producing a lit cigarette out of thin air. He took a long drag then said, "The gypsies are being a pain in the ass once again. You see they've taken my boy Angelus and given him back his soul. They seem to think he should be cursed with the damn thing again after that lovely mind fuck with Janna. Now, the problem is this...they've figured out a way to make the curse permenant. So that no matter what he'll always have the remorse." He stopped for a moment and grimaced. "Doesn't it make you want to PUKE?!" The demon pushed himself off the tree, causing it to bend backwards slightly, and grabbed Xander by the colar. "Now, here's what you will do. You will kill Angel. And you will do it before tomorrow night at midnight." His voice became as smooth as silk once more. "And you see, if you fail, then you. Are. Mine. You will be mine to toy with and torture for all eternity." He gigled suddenly. "Hee! Hee! Either way I win!" Xander stared at him in shock. The demon smiled slowly. "Oh I know, you want to kill Angel anyway. After all, with him in the picture again, that hottie Buffy isn't yours anymore. And, he's terroized you all so much." The demon sighed regretfully. "He always was my favorite. Ah well. I have mortals to terroize. Ta!" Xander blinked and the demon was gone. "Xander?" He turned when he heard Buffy call to him. "Over here, Buf." She walked over to him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Are you OK?" Xander slowly sank to the ground and shook his head. "No. No, Buffy, I'm deffinately not on this side of OK." Buffy kneeled beside him. "Want to talk about it?" He shook his head. "Buffy, how, and when did we start dating?" Buffy smiled slightly, humoring him. "Well, it was when we found out Oz was a werewolf. You and I had gone to the funeral home to see if Theresa's body had been mauled. We found out instead that...that Angelus had made her into a vampire. After you dusted her, you held me and then we kissed each other. We've been dating ever since." Xander nodded. "I was just checking to see you remembered." Buffy smiled sardonically. "Right." She stood up and took his hand, pulling him up as well. "C'mon, Giles wanted me to come and find you. He found another part of this prophesy." As they walked Xander thought to himself. As they entered the library Xander put it out of his mind. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Ok, G-Man, what have you got for me?" Giles handed him a book and said, "See if you translate it the same as I do." Xander took the book, amazed again that he could read the latin words, but liked having the skill. "It says, ' The demon with the Soul is the key.' " He stopped reading for a moment then after a nod from Giles continued, " 'The Demon with the Soul is the key, he must help protect the Slayer, for without him, the Slayer will...." His voice trailed off and all the blood drained out of his face. "Without him what, Xander? Don't you dare try and hide this from me!" Buffy said threateningly. Xander licked his lips and continued. "Without him the Slayer will die and the HellMouth will open." End Part 3 ************************************************************************* "Passion. It lies in all of us- sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir- open it's jaws and howl." -Angel from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #270 ****************************** 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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