abe Fanfic: Part 4
Marc
It has a totall of: 5705 words... in Word that is a full 8 pages
So I warn you in advance!
I start where Mattia stopped - give or take a few minutes :o)
And pass the story on to the next in line...
Do we need an introduction??
What?
Do we need an introduction?
I don't believe so - but just to be on the save side :)
Reminder: my style is different then from the others!
Now - let's rumble!
Enjoy!
Marc
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Buffy: 'I've got every base covered. Nothing can go wrong'
-----Previously, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer...-----
Spike snorted. 'You'd think these bleeding idiots would be used to
earthquakes by now..'
'What the hell was that?' asked Buffy.
'So is that why vampires go poof if ya stake them?' asked Willow
'So if this First guy rises..' began Buffy.
'I'm afraid he already has. I'm quite sure of it, in fact..' interrupted
Giles.
'I'll stop him' said Buffy. 'If it's the last thing I do...'
- BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER -
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Hidden in the dark corners of the library, behind fallen bookshelves,
wearing a long raincoat, stood Ethan Rayne with folded arms in silence -
observing every move his old friend Rupert Giles made. He smiled by the
thought of the look on Rupert's face when he would make his presence.
Narrow-minded Rupert! Rayne shook his head - a long time ago they both swore
too the demon Eyghon but after an excellent start, Rupert became reluctant.
Probably scared to death for the incalculable force he had discovered within
himself. Although Ethan would never say it, Rupert Giles was the only human
he respected. He never quite understood why Rupert neglected the powering
presence within him nor why he joined the Council as a Watcher. There are
some organisations in the world that you just don't want to join - in the
top of Rayne's list was besides the Council also the U.S. Army and the
militia of The Holy Chair; he didn't want to serve the first out of a
redneck-repulsion and the last because he didn't feel bonded to this
nameless God. Although the Holy Chair still has powerful artefacts and
symbols against evil, for Ethan Rayne they were not powerful and extreme
enough - he needed more; if they told him to jump, he wanted to know why.
Rayne considered himself more a magic philosopher then a foot soldier or a
follower of one idyllic idea; like the initiative that created the Council
when a few distinguished men decided to guide and educate the Chosen One.
Maybe in first it was a pretty good idea, but it had gone down hill from day
one. The Council had become a fossil from the Victorian days - when the
Britt's thought they could colonize more than just the world. Stiff fools!
The Council these days was nothing more than a typical British Geological
Club filled with dumb counts and characterless peers who inherited their
position, practising politics instead of battling against evil. For the
battling they had their hired help; losers who thought they could play
bloody James Bond. It was almost funny, Rayne said to himself, except the
fact that their ignorance and their illogical reactions could be extremely
dangerous.
So it didn't really surprise him that the Council didn't send someone to
investigate the latest phenomenon in Sunnydale. They probably let this one
be solved by the Chosen One - or maybe they just didn't read the prophetical
signs as well as they should have. It wouldn't be a first; the Council
neglected or failed to see several prophecies. He knew the Chosen One would
do her effort in trying to stop the First One, but she just didn't quite
know what was going on and Rupert - poor Rupert; if he only knew the half of
what I know, Rayne thought.
Ethan Rayne was aware that the Council didn't really trust Ms. Summers. Not
only did she cooperated with a vampire - which was almost a mortal sin - she
was too impulsive and of course she stepped on their eminent toes when she
informed the redhead Jezebel and the Goofy-guy about her true identity and
capabilities. Rayne always had the idea that the fact of a hidden identity
had something to do with the dreamy, idle and rather romantic concept of
being a hero. And although he was a man of secrets himself, he didn't really
like them.
As soon as they sedated and locked the tremulous vampire in the cage, they
all sat dawn and had this nice little chat.
Just what Giles wants, Rayne noticed. Rupert always had affection for
educating the young.
It was plain curiosity, which withheld him from interrupting there little
talk. He listened, watched them and he smiled when it occurred to him how
overdressed they were. He stood there awhile, shaking his head as Giles
explained. It was quite amusing, but when that uninteresting slayer boldly
spoke her superlative promise, Rayne had enough.
'I'll stop him,' said Buffy softly looking at the prostrate form of her
boyfriend on the floor of the library cage. 'If it's the last thing I do...'
'It will be the last thing you do if you're not cautious.' Rayne said as he
stepped out of the dark shadow; he smiled self-fulfilled when he saw that
the impact his presence had, was exactly what he had wanted.
Xander and Willow rose to their feet, disrupted, not sure what to do. Buffy
looked at him in a unwelcoming way, prepared to punish for whatever trick he
tried to pull and Giles looked rather surprised then annoyed.
To him Ethan looked paler, almost sick. He isn't really doing well, Giles
thought and with that he cared more than he wanted to care. Rupert Giles
still condemned Ethan for the past, but in a strange way he still considered
the strange magician as a friend although he would never make the mistake
again of following him in his dangerous quests to the other realm.
'Ethan Rayne,' he said rather harsh. It had taken Giles long enough to get
over their last encounter, he wasn't going to be nice or political correct.
The manner of Ethan was disturbing friendly as if he was acting. The first
response that came in Buffy's mind when Rayne passed her, two feet in front
of her, was to smack him - but she kept her cool. Ethan Rayne seated himself
in a chair, took a book, the Pergamum Codex, and gave it a brief look before
he threw it back on the table. 'When do you ever get the really good stuff
Rupert!' he exclaimed without expecting an answer.
'What the hell are you doing here?' Buffy asked grimly.
'I was trying to get some Californian sun,' Ethan said as he leaned back and
sighed. 'But it's snowing in California and that only happens when - hell
freezes over!'
The next second he was face to face with Buffy Summers. 'I'm not going to
ask nice twice,' she said and the tone in her voice as the prismatic colours
in her blue eyes, flamed dangerously.
For Ethan Rayne the close presence of the Chosen One brought the great
pleasure of her smell; the fruity perfume of her skin crème, the sharp smell
of the white meat she had for dinner; goose. He could hardly withstand the
need to express his esteem for this foolish but very gorgeous girl. As he
breathed out, - a long, slow wavering gulf - he found control again. He
closed his eyes a few seconds, smiled as the rational part of his brains
planned his next move and he decided not to make a smart remark, it was not
up to him to mock slayer powers. He had seen the wounds she could cause and
didn't want them.
'I'm here to help,' he said, knowing they didn't believe him for a split
second.
Buffy shrugged. 'Sure - and we would even consider your help because..'
She saw this sullen, implacable hate in his eyes that quickly was
overwhelmed by a jovial smile upon his face. 'I can't blame you for not
believing me,' he said leaving the sarcasm in the middle. 'But unlike
Rupert, I completely comprehend what's going on - and how to put it to an
end.'
She looked at him, trying to figure out what it was he wanted. He paid no
attention to her; he was looking through her, waiting until she made up her
mind. 'Sit still,' she said finally and turned to Giles, took him aside.
'What do you think?' she asked, hoping he would have the answer.
Giles looked from Buffy to Ethan Rayne, sitting at the table, trying to talk
to Xander or Willow, who stared at him in plain repulsion. 'I don't know,'
he said in a soft voice and he knew his own ambiguity towards Ethan Rayne
had a lot to do with his doubt. His mind said he should throw the bastard
out, but somewhere, deep inside, there was an intention to believe him.
If I only knew what he wants, Giles thought. There has to be something in it
for him - although Giles was pretty sure that there was no gain when
vampires took over, on the other hand, Ethan Rayne could handle vampires,
the man was wicked enough.
'Made up your mind yet?' Ethan yelled. 'It is Christmas Eve you know, I do
have dinner plans,' Rayne said. 'I might tell the truth, I might not.' He
smiled within himself. He always had a weak for bad, campy lines and he used
them whenever he could - the more he used them, the more psychotic he
appeared to be. And it was a lot of fun. He was still waiting for an
opportunity to paraphrase 'I am the king of the world'.
'Spit it out then,' Buffy said, sick of his presents. 'Apparently you can't
wait.'
'Actually - there's thing I wanted to ask you.' He glanced at her, and then
smiled bravely as he rose to his feet. 'Are you scared?' He looked at Buffy
who produced the most evil 'I don't like you'-look on her face she could
produce. Rayne ignored it. 'Are you scared? Or, better yet, where you scared
when you encountered the Master? Where you scared when Ampata or all those
others tried to take your life? Are you scared of William The Bloody?
Drusilla?' He talked very rapidly now.
Buffy looked at him, a million scenarios went through her head; how she so
much wanted to hurt this man. But she stood still, didn't say a word.
'No you where not scared, where you,' Rayne continued. 'Not really anyway.
You had this frightened feeling in your stomach, but you were never really
afraid. You never really encountered any supernatural that really shredded
your sanity, have you? Those savage beasts couldn't quite get in you. The
only demons that really haunted you - where the demons you created yourself.
That's why you ran away a few months back.'
'I would be very careful,' Giles whispered and the cold tone surprised Ethan
a bit; he wasn't really convinced that Giles was prepared to rip his heart
out if he needed too. Now Ethan knew his old friend wouldn't even hesitate.
'Yes daddy,' Ethan said, pushing the edge. He came near; it was time to get
it over with. 'The First One - ladies and gentlemen. The One who was, is and
will be blah, blah. The explanation is actually very simple - but not as
simple as Rupert put it. You see - you think too small. It's a typical
American issue - so Giles, I'm quite offended that you didn't notice it.
This is not a Sunnydale problem folks; this is an attempt for world
domination. After the First, there's a Second, and a Third. If you have a
vampire in the house, demons will follow.'
He silenced, let them interpreted his words, then he saw the impact it had
written on their faces, which made him feel pretty good. He smiled, but at
the moment he wanted to go for the moment supreme - the caged Angel shrieked
long and painfully, as if something from deep inside was cutting him in
pieces. It scared them all, giving them all that comic appearance of
disbelieving shock - at first they even had no idea were it was coming from.
Then Buffy ran towards the cage, and kneeled; it was a good thing Willow had
the keys because Buffy would have opened the door.
'Angel?' she said observing the shivering body. The unknowing part what
exactly was going on inside him was what almost killed her. 'Angel?' she
asked, louder - she was awfully disturb.
All of a sudden he jumped up. 'BOO,' he cried, his vamped face pressed
against the cage. Instinct made Buffy jump backwards. She gasped for air
when the colourless face and the evil yellow eyes of the vampire stared at
here. Not a gleam of Angel was in those eyes. He looked at her, silently,
bestially. Then a soft, low mutilated laughter rose up from the depth of his
stomach, rolled out his mouth filled with pain and sickness and hate -
plenty of hate and anger.
That was the demon within him all right and it scared Buffy, it scared them
all so much that all their skin paled. Buffy could hardly breath. She stared
at the face with huge dark-blue eyes. Then she turned and looked towards
Willow, who'd put her hand in front of her mouth and was absolutely
horrified.
'My God,' Giles whispered.
'I thought you sedated him,' Buffy screamed bewildered towards Giles. But
before he could response, Angel moaned and collapsed. 'Angel?' Buffy shouted
his name, two, three times, she pounded against the cage, wanted a glance or
something, any kind of communication. But Angel didn't even move. He just
lies there, still, as in a deep coma. Puzzled and scared Buffy looked up.
'Some things you just can't sedate,' Ethan said cold while looking down on
her. 'Some things do not go away with drugs.'
The cruelty of the sentence, Giles thought, was that Ethan had a point.
Buffy felt the ground underneath her disappear and that she was falling. Not
until just now, when she looked in the face of a vamped Angel, did she
realize what the terrible influence was of the First One. That deep hate she
had seen in those yellow eyes burned her soul. Looking into that face was
looking at the horrific wilderness that awaited mankind under the autocracy
of the First One. She shivered. That's when Willow took her by the shoulder
and lifted her up; her face was lit with caring and gentleness. Buffy
attempted to smile to Willow, and then she closed her eyes 'cause she felt
really awful. Willow was there and she held her friend tighter.
'I can't leave him like this,' she whispered to Willow. 'I can't turn my
back on him, who knows what he'll do to himself?'
'Instead you prefer that he and his friends can walk in daylight, right?'
Rayne ask sarcastically. 'Rupert, give the girl some sense.'
At that point her emotions got a bit overwhelming, the sneer was just too
much. In the blink of an eye she got a firm grip on Ethan Rayne and threw
towards the doors. 'Leave!' she screamed.
There was this loud, dull sound when Ethan Rayne landed. Considering her
powers, she was gentle on him, she only threw him about twenty feet - from
the table to the entrance of the library. Rayne hadn't really expected her
outburst. He got on his feet, a bit dizzy, but now he was angry - he didn't
like getting hurt and his chest was sore - so he didn't even made the effort
of keeping his mask of ineffectual on. When he spoke, and although his voice
trembled, he sounded cold as ice: 'Try to keep your sense girl in the
presence of that powerful pernicious, - a big mouth and the Bruce Lee act
won't save your cute little ass then!'
He shook his head and pressed his hand against the side of chest; indeed it
hurts. He looked at them, the fools! He could no longer believe he actually
got here by himself. And with that and an anger gesture of his arm, he left.
As Ethan Rayne walked out that door, they all felt a small relieve - except
Buffy; she breathed fast, her heart pounded in her chest and it was not
because she got tired.
'Is he right?' She looked bedazzled towards Giles; the expression on her
face was tense and nervous, awaiting to be judged. 'Is he right?' she
repeated. 'Do I even stand a chance against the First One?'
'Well,' Giles stuttered. He sighed, realising he had to sound without doubt
otherwise her fragile confidence would crumble even more. 'You already been
saving the day for almost two years now - without being killed.' He blinked
when he realized that wasn't entirely true. Never mind, he thought. Keep on
talking. 'You have the physical strength, the courage, the skill and the
mental power.'
Willow was nodding, when Buffy looked at her and Xander, with a theatrical
gesture to cover up his own fear, made clear he stood by her side. Buffy
shivered, she turned and looked at the cage, she felt a bit numb, but she
had a pretty good idea what was expected of her. 'What should we do?' she
asked, and her eyes moved from Willow, to Xander and slowly back to Giles.
'Would any of you mind,' Willow whispered after an awkward silence. 'If I go
out and buy an ice-cream?'
Buffy opened and closed her eyes. 'Ice-cream is risky,' she said. 'Risky is
fine.'
'Or hugging,' Xander said. 'Intense and long hugging is fine too.' Buffy and
Willow give him the impression of being stunned, so he shrugged and
relented. 'Ice-cream is fine.'
Giles sighed as he raised his glasses. He wanted to interrupt this dumb,
meaningless conversation, when it occurred to him it was all about hope and
candour, the fear was the worst part of sharing with each other, that and
the loneliness of being young and knowing that it's was likely they were
going to die in the next few hours. So he let them talk in their weird,
no-nonsense way for a little while as he thought of the evil force they were
up against. Possibilities, ideas and the slight information from Ethan Rayne
resonated within him, he shook his head several times, then he had an idea
that seemed nothing - but it was the only idea he had.
__Black became dark green. He walked. It seemed he had been walking for
hours at a time. He didn't know where he was. He was tired, felt lost. As he
approached the rim of the forest, he could see the simmered light getting
stronger and stronger, it flashed through the dark green branches. The world
seemed to break in black and white as he stepped out of the dark forest and
found himself on a white beach. He had to narrow his eyes for the incredible
brightness of the light. Seagulls shrieked, dangling on a strong wind, blue
waves tumbled and washed ashore, at the end of a gorgeous blue sky and wide,
green ocean was this faint, purple mist visible. He could taste the salt on
his lips. To Angel, it felt like coming home, he felt strangely peaceful. He
stood there awhile, with his eyes closed, feeling how the sun warmed his
body. A gull shrieked, woke him out of contemplation. He smiled, and took
his long, black coat off, bended an also took his shoes of. As he started
walking, his feet comfortable in the soft white sand - he found himself
walking towards a black man who sat on a fallen tree, carving wood.
'Good day sir,' the man said; he didn't look up, just carved and carved.
'Where am I?' Angel asked.
'You're on a small island.'
'Why am I here?'
The black man bended forward, blew some splinters away and carved on. 'Do
you always ask so much?'
The query amazed Angel. He didn't know, not exactly - the questions just
surfaced in his mind and he asked them. He probably shouldn't ask so much.
Suddenly, in the far distance, thunder struck. He looked up. The faint mist
had become solid purple clouds. The seagulls dangled on a stronger wind, the
waves had white, bubbling heads.
'We are going to have a tempest,' the man said. 'Yes sir. A huge one.'
'Where am I?'
De black man looked up, and angel stared in this old, amazingly engraved
face. He thought: You are very old. It appeared he had spoken out loud,
because the man smiled sweetly nostalgic. 'So are you, Angel, so are you.'
The black man stood up from the bench, put his knife away and gave Angel the
present he carved. It was a wooden stake. Angel had to close his eyes for a
moment. As he opened his eyes, the man was walking away from him. 'Please?'
Angel asked.
The black man turned around, looked at Angel as if he had to make up his
mind. 'This is just a symbol, son. If you can find this again, she won't
have to use the thing you hold in your hand!'
Another question occurred to him, and another. So many questions.
'You have a choice,' the old man said although it seemed impossible for
Angel to hear him because the wind howled, the sun had disappeared behind
the clouds. 'Everybody with a soul has a choice,' he heard the weakening
voice say. 'Temptation is your biggest fear.'
Then the man was gone. There was nothing but the roaring wind and thunder,
the seabirds were gone, and the waves rise higher and higher. Angel simply
stood there, lost, alone, waiting for the storm to break because he felt
there was nothing else he could do - he had no control. There was a loud
thunder, then everything turned black.__
She had been hiding all day long. After breakfast she went to the park,
feeding breadcrumbs to the stupid birds. She decided that she hated doves,
those fat pigeons never gave the little birds a chance. After that she
strolled around, thinking, avoiding the centre of Sunnydale and suppressing
the need to buy clothes as a medicine for all the bad stuff that happened to
her in the last few days. It wasn't at all as she expected. This was no fun
Christmas.
When the evening fell and dinnertime came near, she decided to go to the
Bronze instead of going home. It was not a very "civil" thing to do. That
word made her feel bad. It was one of those typical words that her mother
used in ever-inappropriate way she could think of. She sighed. There was a
lot of tension at home, between her mother and herself, between her parents.
Things weren't going at their best and they weren't going for a while now.
In fact it was going so bad that the whole idea of spending quality time
with her family made her nauseous. This morning, in a long, scary moment,
she could visibly see that her parents were divorced and that shook her up.
She had to get out of the house, she couldn't deal with it - it was like
this giant monster inside her was trying to choke her.
She passed a church, the huge oak doors were open and she stood there a
short time, listening to the choir: "Silent Night". The whole idea of
Christmas suddenly seemed stupid. She walked on, being in the centre of
Sunnydale really upsets her; the sound of Christmas songs, the gold and
silver decorations, laughter, the lights and the warmth glow inside the
houses made her feel weak, embarrassed even that she was walking outside
instead of sitting around the dinner table, listening to boring
conversations. A couple walked by and she glanced at their happy faces, they
were so much in love and it seemed a bit ironically to her that she in
someway needed the assurance of a Xander Harris that she was attractive. It
wasn't quite admirable, and it was definitely something she could never tell
the girls. She swore it. The only thing Xander had proved so far was that he
was a great kisser. But the rest of him was irritating and made her feel
offended.
She stood in front of The Bronze. From outside it was a tasteless building,
not worth mentioning, but The Bronze was a crown for the youth, a place for
themselves where they could meet each other while listening to live music;
few brilliant, many sucked. The neon sign was on. That surprised her. During
the walk she had made up that The Bronze was closed on Christmas Eve so she
would go home in spite of everything that happened. But things were never
normal in Sunnydale, she thought. The Bronze was open and she went inside.
In the dark area moved the silhouettes against the dimmed light, they slowly
past one another, their eyes to the ground, trying to avoid each other,
afraid to find a familiar face, afraid to be recognized as an outcast, as
someone to pity 'cause it was for sure that there was no present under their
Christmas tree.
As she ordered herself a drink, she found herself a dark corner to sit down,
hiding, drowning in her thoughts as she has been the whole day;
consciousness of nothing else. She never noticed the bright light at the
horizon. It didn't even occur to her the night was too cold for a typical
California-evening. And she never noticed the two vampires that didn't let
her out of their predator sight as they were ordered. She heard or saw
nothing, just sat there and drank, passing from memory to memory, until the
earthquake woke her up.
The confusion and panic inside The Bronze was absolute. Bottles exploded on
the floor, lamps dangled so the lights danced a surreal ballet on the
ceiling. People ran in different direction, looking for shelter, some really
freaked out with their arms above their heads. This particular very badly
dressed screaming girl looked wide-eyed at Cordelia Chase before she ducked
under a table. Cordelia was disturbed at first, and then she sighed. 'Of
course,' she said to nobody in peculiar. 'It couldn't go any worse.'
The expressing on her face was that of an angry irritation when she noticed
that as soon as you thought it the situation was at its worse, a malignant,
impossible little twist of faith made sure the situation got worse. Things
in Sunnydale always tended to get an over the edge, - that's probably why
Cordelia adapted quite easily to the new danger.
At the moment the earthquake started, the two vampires that had observed
Cordelia from sunset, they had the urge of transforming into a vampire. It
seemed that they had no control over it, so they glanced at each other and
knew it was time to act. They trapped her quite easily, but it was the
rumbling and roaring earth that troubled the catch since it was quite rough
walking while the floor boogied.
With no exact thought of what she was doing, Cordelia got a beer bottle that
rolled across the bar towards her and smashed it on the head of the first
vampire when he tried to grab her. It didn't really help though - the
vampire was wobbly for less then five seconds and at that time the other
vampire holds her firm at the neck.
'If you scream, I'll suck your heart out!' The vampire whispered in her ear,
beer dripped along the sides of his face so he looked pretty silly.
'That's quite a stupid remark,' she said coldly. Indeed it was not a very
clever comment considering the chaos; people were screaming, running like
mad cows, looking for shelter. 'You must be astonishing smart huh!' she
snapped, well knowing she was not on her best at being snappy.
'He is no Einstein,' the vampire that held her neck said in a sinister,
female tone. 'But he can suck your heart out if he wants to.'
Although she found it an almost cheap threat, the expression on her face
told the vampires she believed it - although she didn't understand why they
wanted her. The vampires - a male and a female - turned a struggling
Cordelia around and took her outside. It was quite a surprise for Cordelia
to see that it was snowing, that a cold, rising and failing wind slashed the
trees. Then she started questioning why and how and, most important, where
Humpty and Dumpty were going to take her.
The first few steps in transition are complete, Spike thought. Although
Drusilla was glad, she was dancing, raving and shrieking excitingly and
introducing the First One to his followers, Spike wasn't really impressed.
In fact he was annoyed - it seemed that high forms always had to appear with
a big bang, and that was a problem because it brought the attention on them.
'The moon is risen,' the First One said, sounding a little like a bear. He
did not really paying attention to Drusilla or the other vampires
'Yeah yeah, it's happy time out there. Werewolf's, vampires and demons of
the lower and higher regions unite them self!'
Spike didn't really look at the First One. Even for Spike the First One was
revolting - and he had seen his share of ugly demons. It was really sort of
amazing, the forebear were you sprung from; 'cause in a way this Thing - or
whatever it was called besides First One - was also his ancestor and he
appeared to be a gigantic bat of some kind. Actually, Spike had been quite
curious of the First One, so it was a bit disappointing. However, it was
still better than having a reptile-demon as an antecedent. Although Spike
did not know what to think of the appearance of the First One, is was a
satisfaction to know the First One was already powerful, (and getting
stronger by the minute) on his side and gave him the possibility of walking
in the sun.
Spike got a bit irritated, when one of his followers said: 'O First One,
thank you!'
Spike didn't really like titles like "the First One". He shook his head. It
was quite annoying. He turned to the First One, the Titan of Vampires - in
front of him were a small hundred vampires, swearing their faith and trust.
The First One had risen, he was here but Spike hadn't quite made out what
his next step would be. Dalton assured him that the documents didn't really
elaborate on that part, so Spike had been taken his measures because he was
aware what the Slayer was up to - well, not exactly, but it came down to a
weak shot of stopping him. 'Can we please move on with the progress,' he
said, a bit impatient.
'I hope,' the First One said. 'You don't mean that in a disrespectful way.'
'Of course not,' Spike said. 'But things attend to not quite complete around
here if we move slowly. The present Slayer is very, very exasperating.'
Drusilla laid her arms around Spike, kissed his neck. She said and a strange
grin appeared on her vampire-face: 'My poor Spike with your ruthless hatred
against the Slayer.'
'A Slayer is a wild animal,' the First One said. 'Unguided and lives only
for the hunt.'
Spike rolled his eyes: what an old geezer! 'Things change O, First One, Two,
whatever - you didn't quite stay up with this reality did you?'
'The next step is already happening,' the First One said. 'Some things you
just don't comprehend because that knowledge is a bit too much for you.'
'Are we having a smart remark fight?' Drusilla said, smiling now. 'Why don't
you dance with each other and make it up.'
'What I mean,' Spike said, very hard trying to keep things under control.
'Big things canned because the Slayer interrupted.'
'You are trying to tell me that you took measures and you want to be assured
that I know that,' the First One said. 'So I can say: " Job well done." -
Isn't that what you're trying to tell me?'
'Well, yes,' Spike said, confused on how the ugly demon knew he was trying
to butter him up. At the same time two vampires, carrying an unconsciousness
Cordelia came near. Carefully they laid her on the ground. Spike walked up
to them, looked down on Cordelia.
'What have you done to her?' Spike asked the two vampires. 'Have you fed on
her? - Well - have you?'
'No,' the male vampire said, trembling, shaking his head.
'She put up quite a struggle,' the female vampire said. 'That had to come to
an end, so I knocked her out.'
'I bloody hope you didn't knock to hard,' Spike said, but as he kneeled next
to the oblivion Cordelia - he knew they didn't. The First One came near. 'A
human,' he said. 'A female.'
'Yes,' Spike said. 'They walk upright nowadays - you did know that, right?'
Cordelia grumbled a bit. 'She will survive,' Spike said and he turned
towards the two vampires that brought her. 'Don't let her out of your sight!
' He said and after a fixed stare, he looked to the First. 'Well Number One,
' Spike said, getting up. 'Let's go and tell me what you want to do.'
As Spike, Drusilla en the First One walked away, the two vampires look down.
Cordelia grumbled again, she was gaining consciousness. She could feel hot
blood pounding in her head; they must have slugged her with a brick! She
tried to open her eyes but that seemed impossible. The pounding in her head
was awful; her thoughts roared with alarm and confusion but then, finally,
she opened her eyes. The world was a blur, but it came back, slowly. First
she saw the vampires that took her. Humpty and Dumpty, she said to herself
and there was a fragile smile upon her face, sometimes humour was the only
thing that kept you sane. As she turned her head, she could oversee the
valley, there was Sunnydale, most of the suburbs were dark due to the quake,
somewhere in the east part of town was a fire and she could here the rising
and falling of the sirens. She didn't smile anymore; instead she got really
concerned about her parents. She raised a bit, turned her head again and
looked towards Spike and Drusilla and she wanted to say a very ugly word,
when she simply froze - the look on her face was the expression of someone
who was terrified in the deepest level of her being, her heart seemed to
crack into a thousand pieces. She couldn't even scream when saw the First
One, - she wanted to take her eyes of him, but she couldn't, she only
produced this high, shrieking echo when her eyes rolled back as she fainted.
.......to be continued.
Sierk
"Marc" <cyberf...@icqmail.com> wrote in message
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> Oké - here is Part 4...
> It has a totall of: 5705 words... in Word that is a full 8 pages
> So I warn you in advance!
>
> I start where Mattia stopped - give or take a few minutes :o)
> And pass the story on to the next in line...
>
> Do we need an introduction??
> What?
> Do we need an introduction?
>
> I don't believe so - but just to be on the save side :)
> Reminder: my style is different then from the others!
> Now - let's rumble!
<Snip story>
Very good, Marc!
Read it in one go. I Especially liked your Ethan! You show a different side
of him while staying true to the series. Totally believable.
I believe it's gonna be difficult to make this an "All's well that ends
well" story. Really curious how it's gonna develop.
Sierk
Marc
"Sierk" <si...@hetnet.nl.LoseThis> schreef in bericht
news:LK496.21035$Wa6.4...@zwoll1.home.nl...
>
>
> <Snip story>
>
> Very good, Marc!
> Read it in one go. I Especially liked your Ethan! You show a different
side
> of him while staying true to the series. Totally believable.
Pfew - that is a relief... but he was, as strange as it may sound,
"do-able" - the most tricky for me was Cordelia... there was this opening in
the other story were they talk about her; Cordelia was 'acting strange' -
and Xander of course thought they mentiond him and Cordelia and almost
choked... maybe it's a small part - but being the iron woman Cordelia is, I
thought there had to be more going on the make her lose coolness... besides,
it's was a great way of getting her character in this story... I like
Cordelia - and now we have a new questions: why does Spike need her? Why did
Ethan Rayne even bothered to drop by? Is Angel going to overcome his
inner-struggle, and is that with or without the help of the black man? What
idiotic, crazy plan did Giles come up with to save them all?
Very difficult questions to answer... I know I didn't make it easy for the
next... but I can't wait to see that part...
Marc
Mattia Valente
> Very good, Marc!
Indeed! I'm about half way through now, reading and editing at the same
time..
> Read it in one go. I Especially liked your Ethan! You show a different side
> of him while staying true to the series. Totally believable.
Yup. So far so good :o)
> I believe it's gonna be difficult to make this an "All's well that ends
> well" story. Really curious how it's gonna develop.
Well, ends well is such a relative term...
Mattia
ReplyMeister[tm]
Mattia Valente
..a great addition to the story. A really really looong one too. Some
2000 odd words longer than my addition, actually ;-)
> "Sierk" <si...@hetnet.nl.LoseThis> schreef in bericht
> news:LK496.21035$Wa6.4...@zwoll1.home.nl...
> > Very good, Marc!
> > Read it in one go. I Especially liked your Ethan! You show a different side
> > of him while staying true to the series. Totally believable.
>
> Pfew - that is a relief... but he was, as strange as it may sound,
> "do-able" -
Hehe...Ethan Rayne is fun. Great idea bringing him in there! Wonderful
touch. A little question: the 'running away reference'; did she really
run away at the end of S1? More like a vacation, although she left
before the master's bones were buried and all that...it's been ages
since I've seen the beginnings of S2 though..
> the most tricky for me was Cordelia... there was this opening in
> the other story were they talk about her; Cordelia was 'acting strange' -
> and Xander of course thought they mentiond him and Cordelia and almost
> choked... maybe it's a small part - but being the iron woman Cordelia is, I
> thought there had to be more going on the make her lose coolness... besides,
> it's was a great way of getting her character in this story... I like
> Cordelia -
Yep. Greatness :-) We're introducting more characters, which means more
fun, more chaos, more big, uh, drama and stuff! Yay! I like the
developments. You did just fine on the whole dialogue, which you were a
little worried about (no reason to be) at first.
One of my personal fave's was the Angel sequence (dream, vision,
whatever it is..) Neat little piece of writing there. Interesting, food
for more thought..
> and now we have a new questions: why does Spike need her? Why did
> Ethan Rayne even bothered to drop by? Is Angel going to overcome his
> inner-struggle, and is that with or without the help of the black man? What
> idiotic, crazy plan did Giles come up with to save them all?
:-)
This is like one of those old Batman eps..
> Very difficult questions to answer... I know I didn't make it easy for the
> next... but I can't wait to see that part...
Making it easy for the next person is absolutely no fun. Don't bother
doing it. Who's next though? That's the big question here.
BTW, I put the story up, edited in such a way that it fits with the rest
(larger paragraph spacing, stuff like that.) If you don't mind I'll edit
it for the minor grammatical errata. It'll also give me a chance to read
through it again even more carefully. Great work! Great feel to it all,
for me this was like flowing from one scene to the next, drifting on a
dark wind that's blowing through the whole story, as opposed to the
faster scene to scene of the bit I wrote which I feel is more like
rushing from bit to bit, yet both are equally 'fast' in a sense (of
course, mine's a good deal shorter, word count wise, if not so much page
wise, so that also speeds things up.) Really really nice work. Bravo.
How it has to go on though..hmmm...
BTW, for those of you who want to read everything again, the whole story
is on one big page on http://bite.to/abe
Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
Mattia
ReplyMeister[tm]
Marc
> Mattia wrote:
>
> ..a great addition to the story. A really really looong one too. Some
> 2000 odd words longer than my addition, actually ;-)
Ah well <shrugges> ;)
> Hehe...Ethan Rayne is fun. Great idea bringing him in there! Wonderful
> touch. A little question: the 'running away reference'; did she really
> run away at the end of S1? More like a vacation, although she left
> before the master's bones were buried and all that...it's been ages
> since I've seen the beginnings of S2 though..
As it is in my memory, at the end of S1 Buffy wasn't really doing great,
mental speaking, she left in quite a hurry (the bus that rides away) - and
when she came back (after kicking those "underground" demons in LA, she was
a waitress there) Willow and Xander were happy to see her of course, but
they were also a bit reluctant cause they felt she'd left them in battle...
> > ... I like Cordelia -
>
> Yep. Greatness :-) We're introducting more characters, which means more
> fun, more chaos, more big, uh, drama and stuff! Yay! I like the
> developments. You did just fine on the whole dialogue, which you were a
> little worried about (no reason to be) at first.
Thanks, but still: it's tricky - it *really* is!
> One of my personal fave's was the Angel sequence (dream, vision,
> whatever it is..) Neat little piece of writing there. Interesting, food
> for more thought..
Actually in this story (as far as I see it) Angel is the one who's first up
for his inner struggle - I can see more characters develop a nasty
problem...
>
> This is like one of those old Batman eps..
Without the <KABAAM> and < PLOINK> drawings....
> > Very difficult questions to answer... I know I didn't make it easy for
the
> > next... but I can't wait to see that part...
<closes eyes> I see... <opens eyes> never mind what I see... it's not my
turn :)
I really wanted to put a Willow scene in, I *really* did wanted to get in
her head (as in Xanders) but there was no reason for that - I understood
that, and I tried to get them in... but no Willow or Xander-thoughts, I have
a sad Cordelia, a malignant Ethan, a weird Angel, an evil, annoyed Spike and
a doubtfull Giles.
> BTW, I put the story up, edited in such a way that it fits with the rest
> (larger paragraph spacing, stuff like that.) If you don't mind I'll edit
> it for the minor grammatical errata. It'll also give me a chance to read
> through it again even more carefully. Great work! Great feel to it all,
> for me this was like flowing from one scene to the next, drifting on a
> dark wind that's blowing through the whole story, as opposed to the
> faster scene to scene of the bit I wrote which I feel is more like
> rushing from bit to bit, yet both are equally 'fast' in a sense (of
> course, mine's a good deal shorter, word count wise, if not so much page
> wise, so that also speeds things up.) Really really nice work. Bravo.
Edit it - please do.. I've already seen a few mistakes <damn!>...and thanks
for the "bravo" - but no more, oke! Continue and I'll stop denying I'm a
Nobody and build this real ugly ego ;)
> How it has to go on though..hmmm...
>
> BTW, for those of you who want to read everything again, the whole story
is on one big page on http://bite.to/abe
O - I go see ..I go see
> Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
Uhm....that's one of those things I don't really want... if you want to know
something about me... just ask...
Marc
Ninia
Marc schreef:
> Oké - here is Part 4...
[...]
> Enjoy!
33 kilobytes. Phew. Give me some time to read this please.
Did you follow Simon Vestdijk? (de man die sneller kon schrijven dan God kon
lezen?)
Ninia
Arkasha
> > Mattia wrote:
> >
> > ..a great addition to the story. A really really looong one too. Some
> > 2000 odd words longer than my addition, actually ;-)
>
> Ah well <shrugges> ;)
>
good. I'm just stunned.
> > Hehe...Ethan Rayne is fun. Great idea bringing him in there! Wonderful
> > touch. A little question: the 'running away reference'; did she really
> > run away at the end of S1? More like a vacation, although she left
> > before the master's bones were buried and all that...it's been ages
> > since I've seen the beginnings of S2 though..
>
> As it is in my memory, at the end of S1 Buffy wasn't really doing great,
> mental speaking, she left in quite a hurry (the bus that rides away) - and
> when she came back (after kicking those "underground" demons in LA, she
was
> a waitress there) Willow and Xander were happy to see her of course, but
> they were also a bit reluctant cause they felt she'd left them in
battle...
>
Huh?
I believe you guys are referring to different seasons here. Buffy's
running-waitress in LA-etc episode was after S2 not S1, so those events
haven't happened yet. After S1 buffy was indeed not doing great mentally,
trying to deal with her having died issues, but she didn't really run away.
She just went to LA to with her father i believe.
<snip>
> > Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
>
> Uhm....that's one of those things I don't really want... if you want to
know
> something about me... just ask...
Ok, where you from? how old are you? what do you do in live? Can you define
the essence of goodness of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? do you have any other
hobbies?
Arkasha
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Marc
"Arkasha" <arkas...@my-deja.com> schreef in bericht
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> "Marc" schreef
> > > Mattia wrote:
> > >
> > > ..a great addition to the story. A really really looong one too. Some
> > > 2000 odd words longer than my addition, actually ;-)
> >
> > Ah well <shrugges> ;)
> >
> I can believe all you guy can write so much, so fast. And it is all
>*really* good. I'm just stunned.
Being stunned is good! :o)
>
> Huh?
> I believe you guys are referring to different seasons here. Buffy's
> running-waitress in LA-etc episode was after S2 not S1, so those events
> haven't happened yet. After S1 buffy was indeed not doing great mentally,
> trying to deal with her having died issues, but she didn't really run
away.
> She just went to LA to with her father i believe.
I think you're right - but it's been a while since I saw those eps - and I'm
really old you know!
> <snip>
> > > Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
> >
> > Uhm....that's one of those things I don't really want... if you want to
> know
> > something about me... just ask...
Arkasha:
> Ok, where you from? how old are you? what do you do in live? Can you
define
> the essence of goodness of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? do you have any other
> hobbies?
In short:
I'm a 26 year old white blond agnostic though Christian-baptised Dutch male
with blue appealing eyes who - from the time he got home after being
abroad - has an interest in sliding into the dark corners of his mind so he
can give free rein to his artistic fantasy as he writes juncta-positional
poetry or dark conveyed stories in red ink or - if his mind is twisted up
and only produces visual impressions - sketches, draws or paints all kind of
images that pop up while listening to the blues or some good old rock & roll
and he watches BtVS because he got hooked on that cusp between sharp
humoresque and dark fairy tale-like vagueness as a number of preposterous
monsters come out of the closet - without being explicit graphically
terrifying - in pathetic, stubborn attempts for world-domination and
constantly get their ass kicked big time.. but as he turns on the computer
he either surfs the net or struggles to focus on the last, hard lessons of
communication before (with a bit of luck) graduating at the end of this
year.
Marc
Mattia Valente
Hmmmm....my other message must be stuck in my inbox at home, it's not
here...oops.
> "Arkasha" <arkas...@my-deja.com> schreef in bericht
> news:94479d$2c2$1...@buty.wanadoo.nl...
> > "Marc" schreef
> > > > Mattia wrote:
> > > >
> > > > ..a great addition to the story. A really really looong one too. Some
> > > > 2000 odd words longer than my addition, actually ;-)
> > >
> > > Ah well <shrugges> ;)
> > >
> > I can believe all you guy can write so much, so fast. And it is all
> >*really* good. I'm just stunned.
>
> Being stunned is good! :o)
Indeed it is. The pressure isn't ever slacking off though, which can be
a little less good if the next writer doesn't thrive under pressure :o)
> > Huh?
> > I believe you guys are referring to different seasons here. Buffy's
> > running-waitress in LA-etc episode was after S2 not S1, so those events
> > haven't happened yet. After S1 buffy was indeed not doing great mentally,
> > trying to deal with her having died issues, but she didn't really run away.
> > She just went to LA to with her father i believe.
>
> I think you're right - but it's been a while since I saw those eps - and I'm
> really old you know!
Really? Not the oldest one here, trust me on that (I'm younger than you.
I know that much. I read ahead.)
> > > > Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
> > >
> > > Uhm....that's one of those things I don't really want... if you want to know
> > > something about me... just ask...
>
> Arkasha:
> > Ok, where you from? how old are you? what do you do in live? Can you
> define
> > the essence of goodness of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? do you have any other
> > hobbies?
>
> In short:
> I'm a 26 year old white blond agnostic though Christian-baptised Dutch male
> with blue appealing eyes who - from the time he got home after being
> abroad - has an interest in sliding into the dark corners of his mind so he
> can give free rein to his artistic fantasy as he writes juncta-positional
> poetry or dark conveyed stories in red ink or - if his mind is twisted up
> and only produces visual impressions - sketches, draws or paints all kind of
> images that pop up while listening to the blues or some good old rock & roll
> and he watches BtVS because he got hooked on that cusp between sharp
> humoresque and dark fairy tale-like vagueness as a number of preposterous
> monsters come out of the closet - without being explicit graphically
> terrifying - in pathetic, stubborn attempts for world-domination and
> constantly get their ass kicked big time.. but as he turns on the computer
> he either surfs the net or struggles to focus on the last, hard lessons of
> communication before (with a bit of luck) graduating at the end of this
> year.
Ah. That clears things up a little. Now I can form a slighly more well
defined mental picture (which probably doesn't fit the reality at all,
or hardly. That seems to be the case every time. ;-)
Mattia
ReplyMeister[tm]
Mattia Valente
>
> > Mattia wrote:
> >
> > ..a great addition to the story. A really really looong one too. Some
> > 2000 odd words longer than my addition, actually ;-)
>
> Ah well <shrugges> ;)
It's all in the writing style ;-)
> > Hehe...Ethan Rayne is fun. Great idea bringing him in there! Wonderful
> > touch. A little question: the 'running away reference'; did she really
> > run away at the end of S1? More like a vacation, although she left
> > before the master's bones were buried and all that...it's been ages
> > since I've seen the beginnings of S2 though..
>
> As it is in my memory, at the end of S1 Buffy wasn't really doing great,
> mental speaking, she left in quite a hurry (the bus that rides away) - and
> when she came back (after kicking those "underground" demons in LA, she was
> a waitress there) Willow and Xander were happy to see her of course, but
> they were also a bit reluctant cause they felt she'd left them in battle...
Marc, sorry to break this to you, but you're thinking the wrong season.
At the end of Season *2*, after she's had to kill Angel in becoming ,
*after* Willow's spell gave him his soul back, sending him to hell, she
runs off to LA, calles herself Anne and takes a waitressing job, goes to
hell and comes back. What we know of S1 is that she did a lot of
shopping over the summer, but didn't take time off to bury the master's
bones. That was Willow, Xander and Giles' doing.
> > > ... I like Cordelia -
> >
> > Yep. Greatness :-) We're introducting more characters, which means more
> > fun, more chaos, more big, uh, drama and stuff! Yay! I like the
> > developments. You did just fine on the whole dialogue, which you were a
> > little worried about (no reason to be) at first.
>
> Thanks, but still: it's tricky - it *really* is!
I know it is...
> > One of my personal fave's was the Angel sequence (dream, vision,
> > whatever it is..) Neat little piece of writing there. Interesting, food
> > for more thought..
>
> Actually in this story (as far as I see it) Angel is the one who's first up
> for his inner struggle - I can see more characters develop a nasty
> problem...
Yup. There's nasty problem potential all over the place. Giles is also
fighting with his thoughts and feelings vis a vis Ethan Rayne, of
course, but Angel's struggle is of a much more immediate and pressing
variety. Plus, you've set up a great oppurtunity for some surreal
writing, which I think is great fun. Hmmm...maybe someone should start
writing flahsbacks...
> > This is like one of those old Batman eps..
>
> Without the <KABAAM> and < PLOINK> drawings....
Well, yes. Obviously. I was refereing to the thing at the end
"Will Batman free himself from the cluthces of the Joker? Will Robin be
run over by the train? Tune in next week..."
Well, something like that. It's been years since I've seen the show.
> > > Very difficult questions to answer... I know I didn't make it easy for the
> > > next... but I can't wait to see that part...
>
> <closes eyes> I see... <opens eyes> never mind what I see... it's not my
> turn :)
:o)
Who's turn *is* it?
> I really wanted to put a Willow scene in, I *really* did wanted to get in
> her head (as in Xanders) but there was no reason for that - I understood
> that, and I tried to get them in... but no Willow or Xander-thoughts, I have
> a sad Cordelia, a malignant Ethan, a weird Angel, an evil, annoyed Spike and
> a doubtfull Giles.
Yes indeed. ATM (partly my fault) Willow and Xander have be pulled along
into this whirlwind of events, but haven't done much more than sit there
and be confused. Even Buffy's a little out of the lopp right now. It
leaves a lot of territory to be explored.
> > BTW, I put the story up, edited in such a way that it fits with the rest
> > (larger paragraph spacing, stuff like that.) If you don't mind I'll edit
> > it for the minor grammatical errata. It'll also give me a chance to read
> > through it again even more carefully. Great work! Great feel to it all,
> > for me this was like flowing from one scene to the next, drifting on a
> > dark wind that's blowing through the whole story, as opposed to the
> > faster scene to scene of the bit I wrote which I feel is more like
> > rushing from bit to bit, yet both are equally 'fast' in a sense (of
> > course, mine's a good deal shorter, word count wise, if not so much page
> > wise, so that also speeds things up.) Really really nice work. Bravo.
>
> Edit it - please do.. I've already seen a few mistakes <damn!>...and thanks
> for the "bravo" - but no more, oke! Continue and I'll stop denying I'm a
> Nobody and build this real ugly ego ;)
Your head swelling yet? It's actually kinda nice, you know. It goes away
after a while though, don't worry about it too much..
> > How it has to go on though..hmmm...
> >
> > BTW, for those of you who want to read everything again, the whole story
> is on one big page on http://bite.to/abe
>
> O - I go see ..I go see
And? Gonna go edit it now (also re-read it while I'm at it..)
> > Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
>
> Uhm....that's one of those things I don't really want... if you want to know
> something about me... just ask...
Oh, ok. Fair enough. And uh, I did. Elsewhere. A little bit about you
(ie what you're studying/working that kind of thing.) Basic idea. You
know, insatiable curiosity and all that...
Mattia
ReplyMeister[tm]
Marc
"Mattia Valente" <mae.v...@std.vu.nl> schreef in bericht
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> Marc wrote:
> >
> > > Mattia wrote:
> > >
<snip the running away> thingy I got wrong...>
> Marc, sorry to break this to you, but you're thinking the wrong season.
> At the end of Season *2*, after she's had to kill Angel in becoming ,
> *after* Willow's spell gave him his soul back, sending him to hell, she
> runs off to LA, calles herself Anne and takes a waitressing job, goes to
> hell and comes back. What we know of S1 is that she did a lot of
> shopping over the summer, but didn't take time off to bury the master's
> bones. That was Willow, Xander and Giles' doing.
I had this in mind: "Prophecy Girl" was the last ep of S1 - and "Becoming"
end of S2...
I seem to remember that in both seasonfinales she left - in the S1 because
she didn't want to be a Slayer anymore... but I mixed it with the finale of
S2 - ah well... still blond :) ... but I don't think my screw up really
conflicts with the story; I mean, she did die at the end of S1.. (an unsure
right ?) and then Xander saved her...
> > > > ... I like Cordelia -
> > >
> > > Yep. Greatness :-) We're introducting more characters, which means
more
> > > fun, more chaos, more big, uh, drama and stuff! Yay! I like the
> > > developments. You did just fine on the whole dialogue, which you were
a
> > > little worried about (no reason to be) at first.
> >
> > Thanks, but still: it's tricky - it *really* is!
>
> I know it is...
Don't you thinks it a --- I can't mention it on this spot 'cause that would
be a spoiler (my guess) - so go to bottom... plz...
Others be warned - probable SPOILERS for S2 of Angel...
I usually write in a constant flow - just word after word, occasionally I
stop - trying to find the right word - but it's (in my case anyway) like
building a house: stone after stone and it eventually - give or take few
wrong walls :^> - there's this story - then I print it in a 1 and 1/2 line
so I can make notes between the lines, get all the little details correct
(examples for the Fanfic: Buffy first had green eyes (she has blue) and it
doesn't quite make sense that Ethan sits when he gets thrown away by Buffy,
so he had to stand up again - that sort of thing) And there is the order of
the scenes; it's still visible that I first had Cordelia wondering around
untill she stood in front of the Bronze, then the scene with Ethan and then
a take-back to Cordelia while Angel's "vision/dream" was somewhere in the
middle.
It just occured to me: how *does* Buffy smell; I mean, - I had the "normal"
girl créme-odour - the *work* she's in is not that, well - * fresh* - so
does she has this morbid death-vapour over her when she gets back.....
details details... :o)
>
> And? Gonna go edit it now (also re-read it while I'm at it..)
>
> > > Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
Ok - I deleted the first answer - how does it work and how does it go and
what form do you want me to fill in - my girlfriend told me not to be a
drag... and I always listen to what she says
Like I was about to say, before I saved myself from being a spoilery man...
Don't you think Cordelia got less "snappy" now she's playing with Angel... I
haven't seen much Angel-eps... but since she got Doyle's powers I'm afraid
her snappyness (I don't know how else to put it at the moment) gets less
'mean' - first she could just look at you and you knew you were a rotten
fish and you felt really guilty for being smelly (although you actually
smelled pretty good) - I really miss 'the bitch' in BtSV - one remark was
this sting from a bee, better yet, from pegagus! And I know Anya is now
playing that role, but she is more, well... dumb - or not dumb, more
aliennated because she doesn't really comprehend the new world that
surrounds her... I'm really bad in reminding quotes <sigh>
O - and if there's ever a serie finale I want all the monsters in it! The
Pack, the werewolves, The Mayor, the vampires, but also the other scary
things, bring them all on: that Giger Alien, Frankenstein, Donna from
Beverly Hills H90210, Jaws, Mr. Hyde, The Thing That Came From Outer
Space... that would be... neat :o)
Marc
Mattia Valente
>
> "Mattia Valente" <mae.v...@std.vu.nl> schreef in bericht
> news:3A657816...@std.vu.nl...
> > Marc wrote:
> > >
> > > > Mattia wrote:
> > > >
>
> <snip the running away> thingy I got wrong...>
The whole 6 words of it ;-)
> > Marc, sorry to break this to you, but you're thinking the wrong season.
> > At the end of Season *2*, after she's had to kill Angel in becoming ,
> > *after* Willow's spell gave him his soul back, sending him to hell, she
> > runs off to LA, calles herself Anne and takes a waitressing job, goes to
> > hell and comes back. What we know of S1 is that she did a lot of
> > shopping over the summer, but didn't take time off to bury the master's
> > bones. That was Willow, Xander and Giles' doing.
>
> I had this in mind: "Prophecy Girl" was the last ep of S1 - and "Becoming"
> end of S2...
Yes, true.
> I seem to remember that in both seasonfinales she left - in the S1 because
> she didn't want to be a Slayer anymore...
Don't think that was explicit. She got all revengy and dusted the Master
at the end of S1. Then spent the summer in LA (yes, true) with dad,
IIRC.
> but I mixed it with the finale of
> S2 - ah well... still blond :) ... but I don't think my screw up really
> conflicts with the story; I mean, she did die at the end of S1.. (an unsure
> right ?) and then Xander saved her...
Yes, that's quite true. She drowned, then she was reanimated by Xander
(cuz Angel ain't got no breath 'n stuff..), then she killed mr. Master
person, then she showed up in WSWB, interrupting an almost kiss between
Willow and Xander (grrr..) No huge big drama stuff like in S3..the
'screwup' doesn't
cause big scary conflict at all, really, just the one comment I felt had
to be made.
> > > > > ... I like Cordelia -
> > > >
> > > > Yep. Greatness :-) We're introducting more characters, which means more
> > > > fun, more chaos, more big, uh, drama and stuff! Yay! I like the
> > > > developments. You did just fine on the whole dialogue, which you were a
> > > > little worried about (no reason to be) at first.
> > >
> > > Thanks, but still: it's tricky - it *really* is!
> >
> > I know it is...
>
> Don't you thinks it a --- I can't mention it on this spot 'cause that would
> be a spoiler (my guess) - so go to bottom... plz...
> Others be warned - probable SPOILERS for S2 of Angel...
I'll go answer it down there then. Can't be major, I would guess..
> > > > BTW, I put the story up, edited in such a way that it fits with the rest
> > > > (larger paragraph spacing, stuff like that.) If you don't mind I'll edit
> > > > it for the minor grammatical errata. It'll also give me a chance to read
> > > > through it again even more carefully. Great work! Great feel to it all,
> > > > for me this was like flowing from one scene to the next, drifting on a
> > > > dark wind that's blowing through the whole story, as opposed to the
> > > > faster scene to scene of the bit I wrote which I feel is more like
> > > > rushing from bit to bit, yet both are equally 'fast' in a sense (of
> > > > course, mine's a good deal shorter, word count wise, if not so much page
> > > > wise, so that also speeds things up.) Really really nice work. Bravo.
>
> I usually write in a constant flow - just word after word, occasionally I
> stop - trying to find the right word - but it's (in my case anyway) like
> building a house: stone after stone and it eventually - give or take few
> wrong walls :^> - there's this story -
Stream of conciousness writing (the good kind, not the James Joyce
*spit* kind.) You (possibly) have an idea as to where you're going, and
you just start writing and see where the flow leads.
> then I print it in a 1 and 1/2 line
> so I can make notes between the lines, get all the little details correct
> (examples for the Fanfic: Buffy first had green eyes (she has blue) and it
> doesn't quite make sense that Ethan sits when he gets thrown away by Buffy,
> so he had to stand up again - that sort of thing)
I don't even own a printer so I can't do that kind of thing. I
have to rely on the on screen copy, which can be decieving. You'll read
over the most glaring mistakes and ommisions on a monitor. Kind of
scary.
> And there is the order of
> the scenes; it's still visible that I first had Cordelia wondering around
> untill she stood in front of the Bronze, then the scene with Ethan and then
> a take-back to Cordelia while Angel's "vision/dream" was somewhere in the
> middle.
Uh..huh? You mean in a different order than it ended up in? Nope, didn't
really notice. It's probably obvious to you, but to the rest of us? Not
necessarily. In my bit I combined one scene (big dinner bit) and split
another (Spike) to keep the pace and the storytelling flowing correctly.
> It just occured to me: how *does* Buffy smell; I mean, - I had the "normal"
> girl créme-odour -
My guess is she smells quite nice indeed. Well, in my fantasies she
does, anyway. Almost as good as Willow.
> the *work* she's in is not that, well - * fresh* - so
> does she has this morbid death-vapour over her when she gets back.....
> details details... :o)
Well, I think she manages to stay clear of the icky stuff. Ever see her
get bloody (well, besides that one time where she, uh, got blood on her
and started hearing people's thoughts, of course)? Besides, most of her
victims turn to dust. And anyway, not all demons stink, and a vampire
probably smells pretty normal to the average joe (although other vamps
can tell the difference, probably) I wonder if Slayer Senses are also
enhanced; bit scary that, a woman with an even more acute sense of smell
;-)
> > And? Gonna go edit it now (also re-read it while I'm at it..)
> >
> > > > Oh, and Marc? You kinda need a profile (hint hint...;-)
>
> Ok - I deleted the first answer - how does it work and how does it go and
> what form do you want me to fill in - my girlfriend told me not to be a
> drag... and I always listen to what she says
:-)
You don't need to fill in the parts you don't want to fill in, just do
the bits you feel comfortable with. Take a look at most any (say, my
profile) on the webstie http://bite.to/abe (under watchers) and type up
a text file or something with the relevant info. Look at how specific
(or not) other people were. It's basically a who are you, where from,
life history if you feel like it, why Buffy and Angel? Fave least fave
eps? Other TV shows/books/movie interests...that kind of stuff.
The categories I've created are (in case you're too lazy to look)
Name (first is fine. No clue what Saskia's last name is, for example,
email link if you wish.)
Nationality
Buffy & Angel History: How you got hooked, when you first saw it, why
you kept watching, bla bla bla.
a.b.e. Hirtory (when did you start posting
Favorite Episodes
Least Favorite Episodes
(by season, by show, overall, whatever you want.)
Life Histroy/Academic Career (a little about yourself, if you wish. I
listed the various moves I've made, and the kinds of schools and schools
names, what I'm studying.
Languages (..that you speak. Optional)
Internet & Usenet (How long have you been online and/or active, other
newsgroups.)
Favorite TV Shows
Favorite Movies
Favorite Books
(the obvious. Add musical styles if you wish, some people did, others
didn't.
Web Sites (if you have any, or ones you particularly like.)
Oh, and besides, I doubt that many people (other than ourselves)
actually read this stuff (although I'm really very curious as to the
number of lurkers. I can't resist answering stuff, so I can't really get
into that, but hey...)
> Like I was about to say, before I saved myself from being a spoilery man...
Yes..adding spoilerspace just in case. S1 spoilers.
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> Don't you think Cordelia got less "snappy" now she's playing with Angel... I
> haven't seen much Angel-eps...
She's mellowed out a little over the years. She's reatined her, at
times, brutal honesty, but she's a lot less mean on the verge of evil
than she used to be. She can still be a bitch with the best of them.
> but since she got Doyle's powers I'm afraid
> her snappyness (I don't know how else to put it at the moment) gets less
> 'mean' - first she could just look at you and you knew you were a rotten
> fish and you felt really guilty for being smelly (although you actually
> smelled pretty good) - I really miss 'the bitch' in BtSV -
In a sense, she's been getting gradually mellower ever since Xander. She
had a bitchiness attack in BBB, and then got over it, stood up to her
friends, etc. etc. She's the character that has, without a doubt, grown
the most. In a sense we're at a point in her development where
everything's in turmoil, she's changing slowly, but doesn't necessarily
want to admit that to herself yet. Cordy's definately not a one
dimensional bitch, far from it. Whether she's mellowed or not; yes and
no. The scene at the end of To Shanshu in LA epitomizes the 2 sides of
Cordy for me; I wouldn't want to miss the oft badly timed honest remarks
for the world.
> one remark was
> this sting from a bee, better yet, from pegagus! And I know Anya is now
> playing that role, but she is more, well... dumb - or not dumb, more
> aliennated because she doesn't really comprehend the new world that
> surrounds her... I'm really bad in reminding quotes <sigh>
Anya's different. She's got the same brutal honesty, says what she
thinks, but her thoughts are a little stranger. She's never out to hurt
anyone, whereas Cordy used to be, in the early days. That faded. Anya's
hilarious because of her alienation from mortal reality. Different kind
of hilarious.
> O - and if there's ever a serie finale I want all the monsters in it! The
> Pack, the werewolves, The Mayor, the vampires, but also the other scary
> things, bring them all on: that Giger Alien, Frankenstein, Donna from
> Beverly Hills H90210, Jaws, Mr. Hyde, The Thing That Came From Outer
> Space... that would be... neat :o)
Uhhh...feeling all right, Marc? What I don't want is a full flashbacks
no plot ep. PTL has those, and even though I don't particualrly care for
the show, those eps are just too boring to watch.
Mattia
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Marc
> Marc wrote:
> >
> > "Mattia Valente" <mae.v...@std.vu.nl> schreef in bericht
> > news:3A657816...@std.vu.nl...
> > > Marc wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > Mattia wrote:
> > > > >
> >
Mattia-explenation of S1/S2
<snip> on writing
> Stream of conciousness writing (the good kind, not the James Joyce
> *spit* kind.) You (possibly) have an idea as to where you're going, and
> you just start writing and see where the flow leads.
Yes James Joyce - o yeah; a letter a day, a word a week... ever read
Ulysses? I did twice - first in Dutch-translation, took me quite some time,
the I started in English... that proved to be an Odyssee itself - yes it
took me almost a year on/off reading...i finished the book yes
Best first sentence ever is, as I see it: 'Call me Ishmael.'
"see where the flow leads" - not really - I have a pretty good idea where
I'm going; I'm not blindly seeking my way through word-land... it's just
that the characters take my hand en lead me where ever they wanna go :o)
<snip print it out read and correct>
> I don't even own a printer so I can't do that kind of thing. I
> have to rely on the on screen copy, which can be decieving. You'll read
> over the most glaring mistakes and ommisions on a monitor. Kind of
> scary.
That's why I print it out - it scary how you cannot see those things - do
you know the "joke" of finding the "F's" - you get these few lines where you
have to count the F's...you coun them and when you've done that it appears
you forgot a few?
<snip the smell of Buffy :o)
>
> My guess is she smells quite nice indeed. Well, in my fantasies she
> does, anyway. Almost as good as Willow.
>
<snip profile - going to work on that later>
(snip - S1 spoilers)
What I like to see at the serie finale...
> > O - and if there's ever a serie finale I want all the monsters in it!
The
> > Pack, the werewolves, The Mayor, the vampires, but also the other scary
> > things, bring them all on: that Giger Alien, Frankenstein, Donna from
> > Beverly Hills H90210, Jaws, Mr. Hyde, The Thing That Came From Outer
> > Space... that would be... neat :o)
>
> Uhhh...feeling all right, Marc? What I don't want is a full flashbacks
> no plot ep. PTL has those, and even though I don't particualrly care for
> the show, those eps are just too boring to watch.
No no - you misunderstood me... I don't want flashbacks, I want the bloody
Hell Mouth to say "Cheese" - you know, that some Aladinn-evil-magician comes
and says: "Sesame open" - and then they all come out, planning to Parté...
and than Buffy comes with the Scoobies and we have this final huge battle
against evil...
Marc
Mattia Valente
> "Mattia Valente" <mae.v...@std.vu.nl> schreef in bericht
> > Marc wrote:
> > > "Mattia Valente" <mae.v...@std.vu.nl> schreef in bericht
> > > news:3A657816...@std.vu.nl...
> > > > Marc wrote:
> > > > > > Mattia wrote:
> > >
> > > <snip the running away> thingy I got wrong - the excellent *kuch*
> Mattia-explenation of S1/S2
>
> <snip> on writing
OK then. Be that way. See if I care. Hmpf.
> > Stream of conciousness writing (the good kind, not the James Joyce
> > *spit* kind.) You (possibly) have an idea as to where you're going, and
> > you just start writing and see where the flow leads.
>
> Yes James Joyce - o yeah; a letter a day, a word a week... ever read
> Ulysses? I did twice - first in Dutch-translation, took me quite some time,
> the I started in English... that proved to be an Odyssee itself - yes it
> took me almost a year on/off reading...i finished the book yes
> Best first sentence ever is, as I see it: 'Call me Ishmael.'
Hmm..Possibly. Personally I think Joyce deserves the 'Most Overrated
Author' award, but that's possibly just me. I couldn't make myself read
'A Portrai of the Artist as a Young Man', however good or brilliant it
was supposed to be.
"The sky above the port was the color of a telveision, tuned to a dead
channel." is a pretty nice image as well.
> "see where the flow leads" - not really - I have a pretty good idea where
> I'm going; I'm not blindly seeking my way through word-land... it's just
> that the characters take my hand en lead me where ever they wanna go :o)
That's sort of what I was trying to say. You have a goal in mind, but
the specifics of how you'll get there aren't set in stone and tend to
develop along the way (in this case, dictated in no small part by the
well established characters we're working with.) That better?
> <snip print it out read and correct>
> > I don't even own a printer so I can't do that kind of thing. I
> > have to rely on the on screen copy, which can be decieving. You'll read
> > over the most glaring mistakes and ommisions on a monitor. Kind of
> > scary.
>
> That's why I print it out - it scary how you cannot see those things - do
> you know the "joke" of finding the "F's" - you get these few lines where you
> have to count the F's...you coun them and when you've done that it appears
> you forgot a few?
Classic one. I don't fall for it any more because I know the trick, but
in your own writing. It's omissions of words and the like that are the
most glaring. You know what you were saying so you read the stuff as if
everything is in place, never noticing. That's why I like having papers
and the like proofread by people. Not even people who know what I'm
talking about, just people who can proof the language and grammatical
structure.
> <snip the smell of Buffy :o)
> > My guess is she smells quite nice indeed. Well, in my fantasies she
> > does, anyway. Almost as good as Willow.
> >
> <snip profile - going to work on that later>
Sure thing..
> (snip - S1 spoilers)
My whole deeply meaningless Cordy psychanalisis thingywhatsit? OK then..
> What I like to see at the serie finale...
>
> > > O - and if there's ever a serie finale I want all the monsters in it! The
> > > Pack, the werewolves, The Mayor, the vampires, but also the other scary
> > > things, bring them all on: that Giger Alien, Frankenstein, Donna from
> > > Beverly Hills H90210, Jaws, Mr. Hyde, The Thing That Came From Outer
> > > Space... that would be... neat :o)
> >
> > Uhhh...feeling all right, Marc? What I don't want is a full flashbacks
> > no plot ep. PTL has those, and even though I don't particualrly care for
> > the show, those eps are just too boring to watch.
>
> No no - you misunderstood me... I don't want flashbacks, I want the bloody
> Hell Mouth to say "Cheese" - you know, that some Aladinn-evil-magician comes
> and says: "Sesame open"
'Open Seasme'
> - and then they all come out, planning to Parté...
Isn't it Part-ay?
> and than Buffy comes with the Scoobies and we have this final huge battle
> against evil...
Hmmm..I'm thinking they'll need backup. Angel and co coming over as
well? Could be fun...
Mattia
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