New Fic: Darkness Falls

[Jennpurr]

Hey Kris,



I have to admit, I haven't read any of this fic yet. I've been trying to wait until it's finished before I start on it. I did want to ask you though, do you think there's any chance of having an update to, "Insight," anytime soon?



I LOVE that fic and need my fix!!! Please???







Jen

||My Fan Fiction and More!|| ||My Yahoo Group|| ||September 11th 2001 - An on-line Memorial||
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"If at first you don't succeed... skydiving is not for you!" ~ Anonymous

[KrisBo5]

Jen,



Hopefully you won't have to wait too, too long for me to finish this, well, um, this magnum opus. Maybe you have the right idea to wait -- less angst that way. Hehe.



As for "Insight," update is on the way. Very soon. Honest. Cross my fingers. Am glad that you are enjoying it.



Thanks!

Kris

"Frell that!"

[Jennpurr]

Hey sweetie,



Ooh, we might not have to wait that long for you to finish this? And yes... less angsty if you read a fic all at once. Hee... That's what I'll do. I have to confess, I have read the smutty parts though. Couldn't resist!



And yes, I am very much so enjoying, "Insight." I'll try to be patient for an update, but I can't promise anything.



Need more W/T lovin'!



Thanks Kris.

Jen



ETA: Your sig, you wouldn't perhaps happen to be a Farscape fan, would you?

||My Fan Fiction and More!|| ||My Yahoo Group|| ||September 11th 2001 - An on-line Memorial||
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"If at first you don't succeed... skydiving is not for you!" ~ Anonymous

Edited by: Jennpurr at: 8/7/03 11:59 pm

[4WiccanLuv]

Hey MOP, how are the mighty sticks treatin' you? And did you say an Insight update is on the way? Fricken A!! Also still waiting patiently for Madrine to die a bloody violent death, dismemberment preferred!

Take care!

Your ever loyal minion!

Linda

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"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty." - John F. JFK

[willow fan7]

I just finished the last update!!! POWERFUL!!!



I am so shocked right now!!! I am speechless...I know i'm not a regular here but i just had to ask...when will the next update be??? Pls make it really soon....i don't think i'll be able to sleep tonight. That was so unbelievable.



Please...please...please...please...please...update soon!!!



Thank you so very much!!! Kris, you made my day!

[singgirl]

Kris,

I can be very good, just ask C! a sneek preview would be great!

Pax! -Bev

[IsayAmberBensonsgorgeous]

Howdy everyone,

Of course I'm here to state that B is indeed verrrrry good (hi B, honey ) though she still likes her toys from time to time.

Kris, how're the sticks hanging? And how's the going? Here's one for ya just as an incentive!

Dino

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"Your shirt!!!! Ooops! If my arterial blood flows onto your shirt I'm so sorry, I'll get the dry-cleaning bill for that." - Amber Benson

"Henceforth, my minions will be known as Nipplets! We'll spread the gosple of Nippliture throughout the land of Nippledom!" - Ooffy

[KrisBo5]

As always, takes me forever to answer. . . but you all know that already.



Jennpurr, well, when I say that you might not have to wait too long for me to finish, don't get too worked up; there's still quite a ways to go. I'm just hoping that things go faster in the posting department. Hehe. And hey, well, read the smut now. . . Save the angst for later. Sounds good.



As I said, trying hard to get "Insight" up again. Oiy! So much to do, so little time.



And, well, yes, I might be considered a Farscape fan.



Linda, yes, Insight is printed an being edited. As for Madrine and dying a bloody death, may I remind you. . . she is a vampire, pretty sure she did die a bloody death. Hehe. Thanks, my ever loyal harassing minion.



willow fan7, wow, thank you. For someone so speechless, you sure did say a lot! Hehe. And you may not be a regular, but I'm hoping you are one now. I am working hard on an update, but ask everyone, I like to take my own sweet, obssessive-compulsive time. I'm glad you're enjoying the story, hope you keep reading.



Bev, yes, yes, a sneak preview. . . I promised - one page!



C, aww, the fainting emoticon! You know I love it! And, be real, you and B? Good? Ha! You know we can't talk about that here -- we'll have to meet in chat for that conversation. Hehe. Stay tuned. . .



Kris

"Frell that!"

[KrisBo5]

Sorry for the double post. As promised, a short preview. . .



Everything that happened that night, all of it, it was like a whirlwind in her head. A jumble of images, of sights and sounds; screaming, fire, death. A rush of noise and pain and suffering. Hers. And Buffy's. And Xander's and Anya's and Dawn's. And scores and scores of others. Too many now to count. Too many now to even think about.



And at the center of it all?



Tara.



Her Tara.



In the calm and the perfect and the silence, just Tara.



Willow sat on the edge of the toilet, her eyes blank and as she stared emptily into space. Her dirt and blood-stained jeans had long ago been stripped off, cast carelessly on the floor near the sink; her injured leg sat propped against the side of the tub, her hand poised just above the deep-sliced wound with a soapy washcloth in its limp, frozen grasp. The scalding tub of water had finally begun to cool, she had sat idle for so long.



Now she sat silent, completely still, her eyes void and unfocused, staring at nothingness.



Tara's hand fell from the doorframe to her side.



"Willow," Tara whispered.



And took a step.



Willow swallowed hard, forcing the lump that had lodged itself there, back down. The image of Tara looking directly at her, saying her name, seared her heart. "Tara. . . ." She whispered, her voice hoarse and cracked. Tears stung her eyes, and as she blinked, she failed to see them fall to the tiled floor and mix with her blood.



***



"Would you stop-- sit still!" Dawn's voice was stern and sharp.



Buffy shifted on the kitchen stool uncomfortably. She looked at her sister. "It hurts," she said matter-of-factly.



"Uh, duh," Dawn said, raising a gauze bandage in one hand and smearing burn cream on it with another. "All the more reason to not move and let me put this on."



After some doing, Dawn and Buffy had finally been able to extract The Slayer from her leather jacket. Dawn had been utterly horrified-- and quite a bit sickened-- to discover pieces of the material melted into her sister's seared flesh. It had taken almost an hour to debridethe wounds on her arms and neck; another hour had successfully accomplished the treatment of her neck and one arm. Now all that was left was to treat them, cover them, and hope that The Slayer's healing power would prevent any infections.



Buffy propped her elbows on the kitchen countertop again, holding her arms as immobile as possible. She watched Dawn closely, watched as she carefully applied the bandage over the remaining exposed burn area. The teen tilted her head from side-to-side, eyeing her first-aid technique. "Looks good," Buffy said, a half-smile gracing her lips.



Dawn looked at Buffy, then turned her attention away; she picked up a roll of gauze and began wrapping The Slayer's wrist. "Yeah. . . well." She continued to mummify her sister's arm in silence.



"Dawn."



"Yeah?" Dawn asked, never letting her eyes waver from her task.



"Hey," Buffy said, "Dawn." Dawn paused, noting the semi-stern tone of voice, and glanced at The Slayer. "I'm okay."



Dawn swallowed, and as tears welled in her eyes, she blinked quickly and looked back to her sister's arm. Before Buffy could say anything else, Dawn cleared her throat. "Buffy?"



"Yeah."



"Do you think. . . ." The teen's sentence drifted away, unfinished.



Buffy shifted on her seat. "Think what?"



"I-Is Tara. . . ." Again, she paused, unable to continue.



Buffy stopped moving completely. Her eyes remained on her sister's down-turned profile, waiting. When the teen made no show of continuing, The Slayer finally spoke. "I don't know. . . if she's a vam--"



Dawn lifted her face to her sister's, meeting her eyes dead-on. ". . . evil," she said, interrupting her. Buffy felt her jaw moving, but no words, not even a sound, would emerge. "Is Tara evil?"



Buffy closed her mouth, her lips drawing together in a taut, straight line. Was Tara evil? Funny that. The thought that Tara could be evil had never really entered Buffy's mind; that she might be dead? Yes. Or even a vampire? Sure, of course. But evil? No, it never crossed her mind -- not once. Buffy blinked as she tried to form the right answer in her mind.



But vampires were evil, right? So if Tara was a vampire then she would be evil. Right?



Angel wasn't evil.



Even Spike, in his own way, wasn't evil. Not entirely anyway.



But they were special cases, weren't they. One vampire souled; one, chipped. To be certain, the inclination to be evil was always there, just below the surface. . . but they weren't evil. They just weren't.



"No," Buffy said, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and said more clearly. "No, I don't think she's evil."



Dawn stared at her sister as a tear finally escaped, sliding down her cheek. Whatever the teen was expecting her sister to say, 'no, I don't think she's evil' didn't seem to be it; Dawn was ready -- had been ready -- to hear the worst about the blonde-haired witch. But this? Incredulity spilled over her features. "She burned you."



"I know."



"On purpose."



"I know, Dawn." Buffy released a hard breath. "Believe me, I know."



"Then how ca--" Dawn stopped sharply, taking a deep breath. Buffy didn't answer, she didn't quite know how. "She tried to kill you."



"No," Buffy said immediately, her tone harsh and forceful. "She didn't." Dawn tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting to Buffy's injuries. "She could've killed me. . . if she wanted to." Dawn raised her eyebrows. "But she didn't, Dawn."



"Not like she didn't try," the teen said sarcastically.



It was so uncharacteristic for Dawn to have a harsh word -- or even a thought for that matter -- about Tara, that Buffy could do nothing but keep silent. The Slayer knew how much Tara meant to the teen, and this -- just all of this -- had to hurt more than any cut or bruise she could ever receive. "Dawn." The teen dropped her eyes and began the process of closing up the medical supplies. "I can't explain it-- why. I just don't think she [was trying to kill me." Dawn snapped the lid on an anti-burn cream container and nodded her head. 'Yeah, right,' it said, loud and clear. "I. . . I think she was. . . protecting Madrine."



Dawn twisted the cap onto the bottle of Peroxide, sliding it away from her across the counter and looked at Buffy. "That's better how?"



Buffy moved to rest her arms on the counter, then thought better of it; she dropped them down between herself and the tabletop, planting her hands on her upper thighs. "It's better cause -- well it's not better, really, that's not what I mean." She shifted. "I mean, I don't think she was trying to kill me."



Dawn leaned a hip against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. She raised her eyebrows slightly. "You said that."



Buffy cleared her throat. "Dawn, I ju--"



"He's asleep," Anya announced as she came around the corner into the kitchen. Both Buffy and Dawn turned at the sound of her voice, facing the Vengeance Demon fully. Anya stopped beside the island, letting her hands rest lightly on the counter's top.



"How is he?" Buffy asked.



"He's. . ." Anya started, then glanced down at her hands; drying blood -- Xander's blood -- covered her skin: her palms, her fingers, her forearms. She pulled her hands back, leaving reddened smears across the white tiles; Anya absently wiped her hands on her pants several times, then clasped them together. ". . . he's sleeping. . . now, " she said, almost as an afterthought.



"Anya?" The Vengeance Demon shifted uncomfortably before raising her eyes to The Slayer. "How is he?"



Dawn became completely still, her eyes moving from Anya to Buffy to Anya once more. "What?" the teen asked, uncertain herself as to who she was asking, or even what.



Anya'a eyes pinged between the Summers sisters several times before she finally answered. "I'm not a doctor, okay?" The Vengeance Demon announced, her tone both apologetic and accusatory. "I did what I could-- I cleaned and bandaged and. . . bandaged." The Summers sisters stared at Anya, silent, slightly thrown by the normally caustic-tongued demon's now-scared tone. "I'm not a doctor," she said once more, dropping her hands to her sides.



Buffy nodded her head slowly, the sting of tears prickling the backs of her eyes. She knew what Anya meant. What she couldn't bring herself to say.



Xander. . .



. . . was dying.



Buffy understood.



She turned to look at Dawn; gently she pushed the long hair away from the teen's face, a soft smile touching her lips as Dawn met her eyes.

Buffy dropped her hand back to the table and pushed away from the counter. She stood slowly, trying not to grimace as her burned flesh stretched anew.



The Slayer understood.



"We can't go back out there."



Anya and Dawn both stared at her, but it was the Vengeance Demon who spoke. "I know."



Buffy looked at Dawn. "It's too dangerous."



Again, Anya answered. "I know."



Dawn looked at the two women, not sure exactly what was happening, not quite grasping what it was that they knew or understood. "Buffy? What are yo--"



"I can go," Anya said abruptly.



"No," Buffy said, shaking her head with emphasis.



Anya made a 'please, not like that' face. "No. Poof go. Poof over."



"No," Buffy repeated. "It's too dangerous -- besides, you said you. . . you, ah, you don't work that way."



Dawn stepped closer to Buffy. "What are you talking about?"



Buffy's eyes darted quickly to her sister, then back to Anya. "Nothing."



Anya went on, ignoring the sisters' conversation. "Well, I do." She snapped her fingers. "Like that. Poof, I'm there." The Slayer opened her mouth, but Anya continued. "I can't poof back with him, no, but I'll. . . he'll make a housecall."



Dawn looked back and forth between them. "Who? Who are you talking about?"



Buffy ignored the teen this time, taking a step around the counter's edge to stand before the Vengeance Demon. "No," she said, a forceful finality in her voice. She shook her head. "No, no more risking anyone else. We all chose this, but we can't force others, Anya, we just can't. Not for anyone." Despite the pain, Buffy reached a hand out and took hold of Anya's arm softly. "Not even Xander."



Anya swallowed hard, and in spite of the fact that in her long life she had rained terror and retribution down on unworthy men, one man still held the key to her heart; her lower lip quivered as tears filled her eyes. "He'd make a housecall," was all she could say, her voice shaking.



Buffy felt tears threaten her own eyes, and she smiled sadly. "I know he would," she said, nodding softly, "and if Xander mak--" Buffy stopped abruptly, giving Anya's arm a comforting squeeze. "When morning comes, you can get us that housecall."



Anya sniffled loudly. Buffy released her arm and stepped back. "I'm. . . going back up. . . ."



Buffy simply nodded and watched as Anya left the kitchen as quietly as she had entered. The Slayer cleared her throat. "Dawn," she started, turning to face her sister, "we need to--"



"Xander's gonna die." It wasn't a question.



Buffy opened her mouth to answer, then shut it. Her lips pursed together tightly as she shook her head softly. "He won't-- he's not. . ." She looked into her sister's eyes, knowing her own must have appeared sad and empty and. . . alone. How on Earth could she offer her sister any solace, when she harbored none for herself. The Slayer settled for another soft shake of her head. "I don't know, Dawn. I don't know."



Kris

"Frell that!"

[IsayAmberBensonsgorgeous]

Our MOP is back! And with little previews !!

Nice you didn't forget your loyal harassers!

C.

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"Your shirt!!!! Ooops! If my arterial blood flows onto your shirt I'm so sorry, I'll get the dry-cleaning bill for that." - Amber Benson

"Henceforth, my minions will be known as Nipplets! We'll spread the gosple of Nippliture throughout the land of Nippledom!" - Ooffy

[barnabasvamp]

Wow, now you've gone and made Dawn an almost likeable person one could feel sorry for. *scratches head*



I "think" I see where you're going with this, but knowing you as I do, NOT!



Thanks for the preview, and just remember this does not let you off the hook!! More, More, More!!



No where's my girl, C and I need some help here!!



Jean

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[Puff]

Damn Kris it's good to see you back (hugs) *Sigh* this story is just so dark, we have Willow crying and bleeding upstairs, Xander at death's door and Dawn accusing Tara of trying to kill Buffy. I'm not sure how everything is going to end, but I am sure enjoying the story so far.



Thank you for the preview of course now I am just eagerly awaiting the full update. Guess I can pass the time by thinking of ways that Madrine can die eh? Again thank you. This is a wonderful story.

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So, the day started and I knew my name and had my pants on. So far, so good. Yay.
Amber Benson

[4WiccanLuv]

Bravo, Kris! Great to see you living up to your name, Mistress Of Pain! Awesome preview, but of course that was only enough to wet my whistle! I want MORE…not that I'm harassing you or anything, coz I'd never do that!



Gosh, I'm really bummed about Xander, I hope he survives! Poor Willow, she's a physical and emotional wreck. And I'm glad Buffy recognized that Tara indeed did not try and kill her, even though she easily could have. Must be her spidey senses!!



How the hell are the Scoobs gonna defeat that skank ho, Madrine? It seems so impossible right now! Can't wait to see the rest of this story unfold!



Glad to have you back MOP, I really miss this story!



Hello BV and C, we never talk....how are things?

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"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty." - John F. JFK

[thebardgirl]

Whollly Crapallabra!!!!! *takes in hug breath* WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!....

*cough cough cough* i'm sorry, i just, you know, adore this fiction....in fact, i think i'll make a statue of this fic to commemorate the wonderfulness and powerfullness it has on me. Yes, yes i SHALL make a statue...or a tatoo...and maybe a bat too...i'm not making sense am i? its the giddyness from this fic, i swear, although it's not exactly a "happy" situation here....

Remember me? probably not, ah well, i'll remind you, i'm elizabeth, and i bugged you once in the chat room asking if Willow would come out of this really beaten up once, and and i've been waiting ever since...and now that there's a preview i can breathe easy. thanks!!!

-elizabeth

Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see my own precious jewel sat smiling by me.

And when I awakened I found it not so; my eyes like some fountain with tears overflowed.

Edited by: xita  at: 10/26/03 6:11 pm

[KrisBo5]

Finally gettin' around to it. . . but you all know how long I take to do this writing stuff.



C, nope, got the message. . . As promised, a proverbial bone to the TLF. Thanks for the email, it was great!



Jean, "gone and made Dawn an almost likeable person one could feel sorry for." LOL. Oops, my bad. Too funny. So, you "think" you know where the story is going, eh? Can you give me a hint, cause I have no idea. And again with the asking for more. Oiy! Okay, this is me, typing away. . . .



Puff, well, here you are too. Cool. Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the story, angst and all. True enough, lots of pain and happenings, but it's all for the good of the story. And hey, I'm thinking of posting a new thread: "How should Madrine, the skank-ho vampire bitch die?" Maybe you can be the first to respond. Thanks for sticking with the story!

Linda, well, I DO try to live up to all of the names I'm called. . . . Hmm, maybe not. Yeah, some mixed reactions on the whole should-Xander-live-or-die, I'm taking bets. Hmm, another thread needed maybe. And yeah, Willow's a wreck, what else is new in this fic? And, 'spidey senses,' yep, they played a part, might learn something about that sometime later in the story. I don't know, maybe not. I'm on the fence. Mwahaha! Last but not least, see above re: defeating and/or killing the "skank-ho Madrine." Thanks, Linda! Where would I be without my loyal harrassers?



Elizabeth, of course I remember you, we talked quite a bit about the story. I'm glad to see you here and still fond of my grand opus. A statue? A tattoo? A bat? Well, don't I rank special? *smiles* I'm happy that the story is still making you all kinds of giddy, even though, as you say, it's not the happiest of situations for of Scoobies. Well, let's see what happens next, shall we. . . .



Thanks to all of you stallwart and steadfast readers of the story. It means a lot that you're stiil along for the ride.



Kris

"Frell that!"

[TemperedCynic]

I had a few moments before going back to work tonight, and I saw there was an update to this fic. So, I decided to read, and am I glad I did. Kris, you amaze me. All these characters resonate with all the qualities given long ago, and you gave us the one thing the show could not - responsible, adult reactions to tough situations. I just adore angst, when used properly, and this update just thrills me for more. I look forward to your next update - take as long as you want, I'll wait.

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More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. Woody Allen (1935 - )

[singgirl]

Kris!! Updates? For us? You shouldn't have. Better yet, you should have! Glad to see you're back! Have you seen my precious C around?

Pax! -Bev

[IsayAmberBensonsgorgeous]

Right here, B! Missed ya! 'You shouldn't have - you should have!' You're still cracking me up honey!

Kris, the stick being held captive is several times a day, you better hurry with the updatey goodness, it might not last long this time!

C.

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"Your shirt!!!! Ooops! If my arterial blood flows onto your shirt I'm so sorry, I'll get the dry-cleaning bill for that." - Amber Benson

"Henceforth, my minions will be known as Nipplets! We'll spread the gosple of Nippliture throughout the land of Nippledom!" - Ooffy

[KrisBo5]

Yes, late as always, but well, no, just late as always. *sigh* Anyway. . . .



TemperedCynic, hey Mike, well, I'm certainly glad that you decided to take a few minutes to read the preview. I think one of the main things I have tried to do with my writing of the Buffy characters is to write them as they used to be in the early days of the show, and how I wished they would've been through to the end of the show. I'm with you on the angst issue, and you'll be happy to know more is on the way. Hopefully I'll be able to live up to your expectations on both. LOL. We'll see. . . . Thanks for reading and taking the time to respond.



Bev, LOL, yes, updates, yes for you. LOL. Okay, well, previews. Glad you enjoyed it. And, yeah, C is floating around here somewhere.



C, Uh, I'll need that stick. . . I'm starting hockey again in the next couple of weeks. Thanks for reading, as always.



Kris

"Frell that!"

[xita]

Could things get worse for them? Xander is dying now? grr And Dawn thinks Tara is evil. I am glad Buffy doesn't. It's just terrible. And poor Willow I am not sure it could get worse, but maybe I shouldn't say that too loudly. Thanks for the update.

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"Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose."

-Me & Bobby
McGee

[KrisBo5]

Well, seeing as it is a new year, and I have tried to turn over a resolution or two, I thought I should probably respond. . . and hopefully post something in a soon nature. . . lol.



xita, asking if things could get worse for the Scoobies is like asking if the sun rises in the east, lol. Especially in this story. . . . Xander is dying? Dawn thinks Tara's evil? The knife twists deeper. . . As for Buffy not believing Tara is evil, true also. But, I think we have seen, at least I have tried to show(may have failed) that in this story, all of the Scoobies have done things they might not ever had, so I think it is safe to say that things may indeed get darker before they get lighter. . . .



Kris

"Frell that!"

[IsayAmberBensonsgorgeous]

What do I hear??? Resolutions, weakly updates and candy for all your loyal harassers??

Bring it on!

C.

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"Your shirt!!!! Ooops! If my arterial blood flows onto your shirt I'm so sorry, I'll get the dry-cleaning bill for that." - Amber Benson

"So we scarred thousands of little boys--they look up from their hockey practice, and two naked paint-covered girls are streaking through the hall." - Christina Cox

[barnabasvamp]

Gosh, thought I missed an update!!



Nice to know you're still alive and haven't forgotten us loyal followers as it happens to be the season of da sticks!



Soon??



BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[WillowTara Addict]

Fantastic job! You have done the angst so well and I actually cried at this! I can't wait till your next update. You did a great job! Keep it up!

[4WiccanLuv]

Yeah Kris, how's about a big fat juicy 100 page update where Madrine finally gets what's comin' to her, huh??



Your still patient and faithful subject,

Linda



ps...can I bribe you with many ??

"Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others." - Groucho Marx

[IsayAmberBensonsgorgeous]

Ooffy!

Yeah Kris, that stick we're holding hostage won't last for much longer what with the repeated we've subjected it to!

So please get on with the !

C.

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"Your shirt!!!! Ooops! If my arterial blood flows onto your shirt I'm so sorry, I'll get the dry-cleaning bill for that." - Amber Benson

"So we scarred thousands of little boys--they look up from their hockey practice, and two naked paint-covered girls are streaking through the hall." - Christina Cox

[barnabasvamp]

Almost fainted, thought there was an update oh great MOP!!!



It is about time to grace us with an update, before you forget the story!!



BV

It's the passion in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

[Kytzya]

God...if i don't read the fricking end of this story i'll probably make one up...and i don't think it will be that good...ok...wat i'm trying to say is to pleeese continue with the story before i have a nervous break down.



Vaya con dios

[KrisBo5]

Hello, Kittens, long time no response. . . or post. . . on my part. Very happy to see there is still some interest im my old, humongous opus. LOL! Well, let’s see. . .



WillowTara Addict, well, thank you very much for your kind words. I don’t know if I’m exactly sorry that you cried over the story, I mean, I was hoping that it would get a myriad of response. . . LOL, I mean that in the nicest, best way possible, of course.



Linda, LOL, too funny, girl. 100 pages? Only? Not much to ask for. But I do appreciate your undying loyalty, as always. But let me ask: roses? Hmm, as far as bribes go, I must not get it. LOL.



C, LOL, I had to buy a new stick, mine broke! And, I’m-a-writin, I’m-a-writin.



BV, LOL, don’t faint, okay? You might hurt yourself. I promise I won’t forget the story. I am working on it, as real life permits.



Kytzya, LOL, I take your comments as the highest praise. Er, I mean the fricking highest praise! No need to make an ending up, it’ll come along, I promise. No breakdowns, okay?



Kris

“Frell that!”

[TemperedCynic]

Good to see you are still with us, Kris. Oh yeah, there are not a few fans waiting for lightning to strike that muse of yours and get her up off her sorry duff. Real life can be a real pain sometimes, and I hope it gives you a break soon. Until that time, I remain patient and await your next update.

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More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. Woody Allen (1935 - )