From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #321 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Thursday, September 10 1998 Volume 02 : Number 321 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (1/10) BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (2/10) BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (3/10) BUFFYFIC: Can I love again? (1/1) BUFFYFIC: The Invasion (2/?) 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, 09 Sep 1998 20:32:19 -0400 From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (1/10) Title: King of the World (1/10) Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike (ripe_wicked_plum@hotmail.com) Distribution: Everywhere and anywhere provided my name is left attached and you let me know where it is posted. Description: Spike meets a celebrity on the streets of Sunnydale, wackiness ensues. Rating: Overall, I'd say R for language and violence. Feedback: "Do you like it, Baby?" Disclaimer: Inspired by a thread on the Unholy Allies list. The original idea wasn't mine, but I was the first to do anything with it. The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not my creations. They are the products of Joss Whedon's incredibly vivid imagination. Leo is not mine either. He is the product of our warped society. The man walked down the sidewalk with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had come to Sunnydale trying to escape his fate. It seemed like everyone in the world wanted a piece of him. He kicked a stone and watched it dance across the street. He didn't see the figure lurking behind him. The figure stayed in the shadows. Watching every move the man made, following him with a lyncean gaze. He struck a match on the side of a building and brought it to the cigarette dangling from his mouth. The warm glow of the flame bottom lit his features, casting wicked shadows onto his face. With white-blonde hair and nice cheekbones, he could have been strikingly handsome, but in this light he looked like a creature of evil. Angular features and a cold glare coming from almost reptilian eyes. Lusus naturae. Freak of nature. Demon. Nosferatu. Vampire. He had many names, including the moniker that he chose to go by, Spike. Spike exhaled the smoke and tossed the smoldering match into a nearby dumpster, igniting its contents. The unmistakable smell of burning flesh and gasoline filled his nostrils and he stepped into the street. Still sizing up the man ahead of him, Spike decided he would be easy pickings. He was so wrapped up in his mortal concerns he didn't even sense his presence. He sped up a bit, his leather trenchcoat swirling around him as he walked. Nearing the man, Spike morphed into human form and spoke, "Wait up, Mate. I want to talk to you." "Leave me alone," came the man's response. "Hey, play nice. That's no way to treat your savior, now, is it?" Spike said, his British voice clipped in annoyance. Who did this bastard think he was anyway? The man stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean? 'My savior'? How are you going to save me?" "Well," Spike began, starting to think this twerp wasn't worth the effort, "I noticed you seem to be 'avin' a rough spot of it. I thought I could help. Be a soundin' board, of sorts. Someone to get blotto with, per'aps?" "Look, 'Mate'," the man said, turning around, revealing an almost cherubic face, that of a boy, not a man at all, "I doubt you could be of any help to me." "You," Spike breathed, recognizing the man. "Oh, God, no. Just leave me alone." "The name's Spike and I'll 'ave none of that 'God' crap," he said, flicking the cigarette to the pavement. "You're that Michaelangelo fellow or whatever, aren't you?" Spike asked, bemused by the change in circumstance. "Leonardo." "Oh, well, whatever. I knew it was one of the Ninja Turtle names," Spike said, chuckling to himself. "OK. OK. What do you want?" Leo asked, expecting a request for an autograph for every member of this guy's family. "I told you," Spike said, putting on his game face. "I want something to drink." ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ <--wondering if she should send the next part - -- ICQ UIN=2607806 Goth Spike All hail the Lettuce King! I'm a Spike Girl, ask me how! Spike's Ducks...and proud of it! ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 21:41:18 -0400 From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (2/10) Here is part 2 by popular demand! Thanks for all the great feedback! Title: King of the World (2/10) Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike (ripe_wicked_plum@hotmail.com) Distribution: Everywhere and anywhere provided my name is left attached and you let me know where it is posted. Description: Spike meets a celebrity on the streets of Sunnydale, wackiness ensues. Rating: Overall, I'd say R for language and violence. Feedback: "Do you like it, Baby?" Disclaimer: Inspired by a thread on the Unholy Allies list. The original idea wasn't mine, but I was the first to do anything with it. The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not my creations. They are the products of Joss Whedon's incredibly vivid imagination. Leo is not mine either. He is the product of our warped society. He tried to scream, but the sound never escaped his throat. Spike shoved a fist in the boy's mouth and dragged him to a black car a few yards away. Throwing him into the back seat, he shut the door, narrowly missing the Leo's hand as he tried to escape. He laughed to himself as he walked around the car. Stepping into the car, he spoke, "I wouldn't try anything like that again, if I were you. Then again, if I were you, I would've 'ad sense enough to not find myself in this situation, so I forbear. It won't do you any good to pull at those, Mate," he said, watching Leo in the rearview, eyeballing the door handles. "I've disconnected them. You can yank on 'em to your mortal heart's content, or rather, in this context, discontent. They won't budge." Leo tried them anyway, panicking. This earned him a hearty laugh from the driver. Enraged, Leo lunged toward the front seat. Spike back-fisted him without so much as a glance, pulling away from the curb. "Y-you, you," the youth sputtered, "you broke my nose!" "Yes, well, that's unfortunate. I was rather hopin' to enjoy that a lot more than I did. You mortals are always in such a rush! No sense of foreplay whatsoever," Spike said, throwing him a handkerchief. "Try to keep the blood off the seat, Mate. I just had the interior cleaned." "'Foreplay'?" Leo asked, his voice cracking with fear. "Oh, for evil's sake, Lad. Relax. I 'ave no desire to stick my knob up your bum. It was just an expression meanin' that you want to rush through the good part and get down to the nasty. I don't work that way. You might as well just sit back and enjoy the trip. It will be your last." He heard a whimper from the backseat and felt a twinge of anticipation. He told himself to calm down and savor the delights to come. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it. Taking a drag off of it, he looked up at Leo in the rearview. "Here, Boy. You need this more than I do," he said, passing it over the seat. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ <--waiting to hear about whethe you want part 3 or not! - -- ICQ UIN=2607806 Goth Spike All hail the Lettuce King! I'm a Spike Girl, ask me how! Spike's Ducks...and proud of it! ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 03:14:18 -0400 From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: King of the World (3/10) OK...I will no longer wait to hear the feedback on the fic. It seems most people are enjoying it, so I'll just post it until enough people yell at me to stop posting it!!!! Glad you guys are liking it! ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ Title: King of the World (3/10) Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike (ripe_wicked_plum@hotmail.com) Distribution: Everywhere and anywhere provided my name is left attached and you let me know where it is posted. Description: Spike meets a celebrity on the streets of Sunnydale, wackiness ensues. Rating: Overall, I'd say R for language and violence. Feedback: "Do you like it, Baby?" Disclaimer: Inspired by a thread on the Unholy Allies list. The original idea wasn't mine, but I was the first to do anything with it. The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not my creations. They are the products of Joss Whedon's incredibly vivid imagination. Leo is not mine either. He is the product of our warped society. They rode in silence, Spike smiling to himself all the while. He could taste the fear in the air. Far sweeter than the bugger's blood would be, he wagered. He looked up at the sky. It was a gorgeous night. It seemed a shame to waste it on this wretch. "Are you a fast runner, Lad?" He nodded. "Good. We're goin' t' play a little game. One of my favourites." He continued driving, heading for the cemetery. He spotted a tiny blonde sitting by a grave. He cursed himself silently for not expecting her to be there and let his demonic features soften to human form. He parked the car and turned off the ignition. Casting a glance at the blonde, he stepped onto the grass. He snuck up behind her and kissed her neck. Her hand shot up and over her shoulder, grabbing him and sending him flying forward as she bent over. Landing on the ground in a heap, Spike spoke, "I could've killed you, Slayer." "Maybe, but you didn't. So what's with the kiss?" "Well, Slayer--" he began. "I have a name," she interrupted. "Well, Buffy," he continued, "I just wanted to let you know that, had I wanted to, you would've been a midnight snack." "So why didn't you?" "Well, I have bigger things in store for this evening. I was thinkin' of takin' in a movie. Any suggestions?" She contemplated his tone. It was too calm. She didn't like it. She wondered what he was up to. "Well, Titanic just came out on video. Though, I'm guessing that wouldn't be your thing, right?" she said, giggling silently at the thought of Spike getting all weepy in front of the television. "That sounds like a good one. I always love a good comedy. Disaster films are loads of laughs, y'know? Any other ideas?" "You could make it a Leo night and rent Romeo and Juliet. Though I suppose that would probably remind you too much of your youth." "Ha ha, Slayer. Actually it would remind me too much of you and that nancy-boy Angelus. Star crossed lovers and all that rubbish," he watched her stiffen at the mention of his sire. "Too bad he's in Hell now, isn't it?" "Too bad for you. How is Drusilla getting along these days anyhow? She still angry at you for helping to kill him?" she asked, knowing full well that Dru had left him and headed for Prague. "Touch=E9, Slayer. I'll see you again soon. I think I'll take your advic= e on the Leo thing. Try to see if I can find out what all you schoolgirls see in the lout. Goodnight, then." "I'm sticking around here. I have a newborn vamp to stake. You guys really should learn to just keep them near you. Burying them here is just begging me to dust 'em." "I 'aven't made one recently. Don't look at me. It was probably one of the dim-witted lot Angelus made. They make a lot of mistakes. Their brains are always on feedin' and reproducin'. Much like teenagers. Oh, here's your boy now," he said, as a hand emerged from the soil at Buffy's feet. He grabbed it and yanked the fledgling vamp from the ground. Dusting him off a bit. "Master Spike," he said, recognizing him from the description his sire had given him. "I am honored to have you welcome me to the night." "This one's been readin' too much Anne Rice," Spike said, snapping the vampire's neck. Buffy staked him for good measure and then turned to Spike, "I thought our truce was over? You go back to being a bad guy, I go back to staking you, remember? I can't stake you when you are helping me." "My sentiments exactly. I think you're done here, Slayer. Good guys win, bad guys foiled again," snapping his fingers. "Curses." He looked up at the moon, then back to Buffy, "Time for little girls to be in their little beds before the Bogeyman comes out." Buffy sighed, resigned to kill him another night. She turned and walked from the gravesite back to the car. When he could no longer see her, he opened the door and let Leo out. The boy saw his opportunity and took off running. - -- = ICQ UIN=3D2607806 Goth Spike All hail the Lettuce King! I'm a Spike Girl, ask me how! Spike's Ducks...and proud of it! ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 15:20:11 EDT From: Aglx@aol.com Subject: BUFFYFIC: Can I love again? (1/1) Title: Can I love again? (1/1) Author: Aglx@aol.com Distrbution: Please ask. Spoilers: Takes place after Becoming...way after. Rating: G/PG No violence, language or anything. Description: Just a bit on what Buffy writes in her journal. Insomnia. It's dangerous and leads to strange fics. I suffer from it, let's just move on. Disclaimer: Own nothing, but the plot of this story. Don't sue! Feedback: Please? If you do or don't like, please tell me. Tell me if I should stop. This is my first one part fic, so be kind! This is Buffy's POV. Everything is part of a journal entry she writes. September 19, 1999 He sits there in the corner. His face partially darkened by the shadows. He doesn't move, doesn't breath. He watches me attentively and I question what he's thinking. What does he see in me? What is so special about me that would make him defy his entire meaning as a demon to love me? Would the demon inside him ever be able to take control from that tiny bit of humanity that remains within? Would that humanity be strong enough to win control back before it's too late? Would I be forced to kill the one I love? Again? Who would have thought that a Slayer would fall in love with a vampire? Her one chosen enemy whom she is destined to kill. The demon that walks at night and sucks the lives out of the innocent. But then again, I've never followed orders very well. Should I know better? One would think I would have learned my lesson by now. After my first love killed my family and friends, why am I so trusting to one who doesn't have a soul to guide him? I'm questioning my abilities as the Slayer and my judgement as a human being. When Angel returned from Hell, he was...different. Whistler warned me he'd be, disturbed. Well, disturbed was hardly the word. Soul or no soul, he was insane and I made him that way. Before I could even react to the feelings that were ripping apart my heart, he'd taken them all from me. Killed them brutally and put them on display for me to see once I came to my senses. I killed him and left nothing more than a numb feeling in my heart. I had nothing left but my destiny to slay. No watcher, no slayerettes, no mother, no lover. I was alone. I probably made the biggest mistake of my short-termed life, falling in love with a vampire for the second time. But what was I going to do otherwise? Get married, have lots of children and grow old? Never. I'm the Slayer. Trapped in a secret world of demon destruction, that has no way out. I die, someone brings me back. I fall in love, I'm forced to kill him. But every time I look into his icy blue eyes, all my doubts are erased. All I have left is the writing on this paper. I know I don't have a lot of time left. I was born into a life that death surrounds wherever I go. Slayers aren't even supposed to live into their twenties. Shouldn't I enjoy what time I have left? I've saved the world a few times, don't I at least have that privelege? Although I doubt true love is every possible for me again, especially with one who is no longer living, I'm not going to give up on the rest of my life. I've tried that before and it just isn't worth the hassle. I'm the Slayer and no matter what devastating pain it brings me and what it takes away from me, there's no changing that fact. Maybe Spike is right for me. Besides, if it doesn't work out, I can always kill him. Unless, he kills me first. It's not like I have anything to loose. ~End~ I know, I think too much, right? - -Michelle ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 21:32:56 -0700 From: NightHunter Subject: BUFFYFIC: The Invasion (2/?) Sorry It took so long but here's part 2 Hope to get part 3 up a lot quicker Feedback Please Good or bad The Invasion (2/?) Giles enters the library to find Buffy, Xander & Willow sitting at one end of the table they were waiting for him thought Giles as he moved toward the table. "Hey G-man, what's the evil creature of the week?" Asked Xander turning toward Giles his gaze lingering a few seconds on Buffy. "Well, it looks like it maybe a quite week. No vampire activate for a couple of days, so, why don't you three go have some fun," Said Giles At that Buffy's face hit the floor "WOO HOO!" Yelled Xander jumping up from the table and grabbing the two girls he pulled them toward the door and out of the library. "Xander, slow down" Said Willow "What's the rush?" "Will, G-man just let us have the night off. I'm afraid that if we don't run now he may change his mind." Said Xander "Oh! running is good in fact running fast is better." Replied Willow as the group ran across the school parking lot. Xander arrived at Buffy's house. He started to knock on the door but before he could knock. The door was opened, Xander's mouth hit the ground as Buffy invited him in. She was wearing a low cut strapless, tight fitting black dress. It really made you look. Not that he needed a reason. Because he loved her. "Down boy!" Said Buffy as she reached over to pull Xander in an embrace. Xander reached up to slowly rub his hand over her cheek. For the last few weeks after the battle at the warehouse he and Buffy had been spending more of their free time with each other. "Sorry Buff, but you look great!" Replied Xander "Yah! lets go or we'll be late to meet Willow." Said Buffy slipping her arm through Xander's as they walked to his car. As the car pulled out they felled to notice that a strange vortex was starting to form. As the vortex became stable the first of the vampire soldiers came out, singling the begin of the invasion of our reality. ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #321 ****************************** 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. Back issues of this digest can be found at: ftp://ftp.xmission.com/pub/lists/buffyfic/archive/ Dalton Spence has also provided an index of the buffyfic archive at: http://www.hwcn.org/~ag775/BUFFYFIC.HTM For help, contact Jill Kirby (jtkirby@mcs.com) or sah (romana@mindspring.com)