Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Oz
*Historical note: this story starts near the end of the seventh season and ends a little after.
Chapter 1~
Oz sat cross-legged on a wooden stool. His guitar twanged sweetly while a young, Spanish girl tapped a beat on a steel drum. She was maybe seventeen at the most. Her partner gave one last twang, and she stopped beating the drum. The people around them clapped and threw coins into Oz's guitar case.
"Oz, that was really good." She looked at his less pale, stoic face. She even thought she caught a slight smile.
"Back at you Lola." She grabbed her drum and gathered up the money. Oz replaced the money with his guitar. "We're going back to the Hole, right?" He nodded. They grabbed their instruments and started walking down the street.
After Willow had chosen Tara over him, he had started traveling the world again. He had settled in Kingston, Jamaica and started his own haven for werewolves. He owned a small house in downtown Kingston. He and his students had fondly named it the Hole, as they were locked in there three times a month. Oz had met Lola when he first got there, almost four years ago. They lived in the Hole with four other werewolves.
When they arrived at the Hole, Lola brushed her long, black hair and picked up the newspaper. She felt so normal, walking into her house, with a roommate. She felt like a normal girl, not a werewolf. But she still believed she was a monster, no matter what Oz said. Lola sighed. Why was she even bothering herself with this? It happened every month since she was fourteen.
A black man with dreadlocks opened the door. He picked up Lola's drum and put it inside. "Did you make any money?" he said with a strong Jamaican accent. They had found Millard in Montego Bay after Oz picked up Lola. Glenn, an Irish man who had traveled to Jamaica just for Oz, Lance, a quiet New Yorker, and Carmen, an English woman also lived in the Hole.
"Enough," she replied. She dumped it out on the kitchen counter and started to count it out, finding about forty dollars, for playing all day.
"Not bad," Glenn commented, which was pretty good, considering people usually just threw dimes.
"Do we need groceries?" Lance asked, still towel drying his sandy blonde hair. Lola smiled. Normal.
"Okay, children," Oz walked in, putting down his guitar, "Full moon is in tomorrow. Now's the time to check the cages." Although he was teaching his roomies how to keep in the wolf, they practiced inside the cages, incase something went wrong. They all went down into the basement and checked the hinges and locks on their cages. Oz and Lola didn't lock themselves up anymore, because they had found their 'inner-cool' and the wolf didn't control them. On full moon nights they monitored their piers, making sure all was going well. Carmen, Glenn and Lance couldn't control the wolf so well, but they were on the right path. Millard was pretty good, but still lashed out on some nights.
Lola didn't like the basement so much. The whole basement was cold, dark and wet. She tried to remain on the second and third floors. But she didn't mind when she had to, it gave her some time to think about all the things she had to. Like how they were going to pay the rent, and what groceries they should buy. She didn't have to think about finances so much anymore, now that Glenn and Carmen had found jobs. Millard was still going to college. Lola tapped the lock on the cage it sounded weak. She removed it and tried to replace it, but it was stuck.
"C'mon, c'mon." she tried to jam it together. Lola grunted as she pushed it together. She gasped as she felt a surge of power go through her, a drop of sweat run down her spine and the hair stand up straight. Lola's hands felt much stronger, and the lock crumbled in her hands. "W-w-what just happened?" Lola stuttered, dropping the pieces of metal on the concrete floor. She held her head, and she was sweating. Oz dropped beside her, his heart racing. The other roommates picked up the metal in wonder.
"I'd say you've just been called," he said. She looked at him blankly. "You're a Slayer."
*Historical note: this story starts near the end of the seventh season and ends a little after.
Chapter 1~
Oz sat cross-legged on a wooden stool. His guitar twanged sweetly while a young, Spanish girl tapped a beat on a steel drum. She was maybe seventeen at the most. Her partner gave one last twang, and she stopped beating the drum. The people around them clapped and threw coins into Oz's guitar case.
"Oz, that was really good." She looked at his less pale, stoic face. She even thought she caught a slight smile.
"Back at you Lola." She grabbed her drum and gathered up the money. Oz replaced the money with his guitar. "We're going back to the Hole, right?" He nodded. They grabbed their instruments and started walking down the street.
After Willow had chosen Tara over him, he had started traveling the world again. He had settled in Kingston, Jamaica and started his own haven for werewolves. He owned a small house in downtown Kingston. He and his students had fondly named it the Hole, as they were locked in there three times a month. Oz had met Lola when he first got there, almost four years ago. They lived in the Hole with four other werewolves.
When they arrived at the Hole, Lola brushed her long, black hair and picked up the newspaper. She felt so normal, walking into her house, with a roommate. She felt like a normal girl, not a werewolf. But she still believed she was a monster, no matter what Oz said. Lola sighed. Why was she even bothering herself with this? It happened every month since she was fourteen.
A black man with dreadlocks opened the door. He picked up Lola's drum and put it inside. "Did you make any money?" he said with a strong Jamaican accent. They had found Millard in Montego Bay after Oz picked up Lola. Glenn, an Irish man who had traveled to Jamaica just for Oz, Lance, a quiet New Yorker, and Carmen, an English woman also lived in the Hole.
"Enough," she replied. She dumped it out on the kitchen counter and started to count it out, finding about forty dollars, for playing all day.
"Not bad," Glenn commented, which was pretty good, considering people usually just threw dimes.
"Do we need groceries?" Lance asked, still towel drying his sandy blonde hair. Lola smiled. Normal.
"Okay, children," Oz walked in, putting down his guitar, "Full moon is in tomorrow. Now's the time to check the cages." Although he was teaching his roomies how to keep in the wolf, they practiced inside the cages, incase something went wrong. They all went down into the basement and checked the hinges and locks on their cages. Oz and Lola didn't lock themselves up anymore, because they had found their 'inner-cool' and the wolf didn't control them. On full moon nights they monitored their piers, making sure all was going well. Carmen, Glenn and Lance couldn't control the wolf so well, but they were on the right path. Millard was pretty good, but still lashed out on some nights.
Lola didn't like the basement so much. The whole basement was cold, dark and wet. She tried to remain on the second and third floors. But she didn't mind when she had to, it gave her some time to think about all the things she had to. Like how they were going to pay the rent, and what groceries they should buy. She didn't have to think about finances so much anymore, now that Glenn and Carmen had found jobs. Millard was still going to college. Lola tapped the lock on the cage it sounded weak. She removed it and tried to replace it, but it was stuck.
"C'mon, c'mon." she tried to jam it together. Lola grunted as she pushed it together. She gasped as she felt a surge of power go through her, a drop of sweat run down her spine and the hair stand up straight. Lola's hands felt much stronger, and the lock crumbled in her hands. "W-w-what just happened?" Lola stuttered, dropping the pieces of metal on the concrete floor. She held her head, and she was sweating. Oz dropped beside her, his heart racing. The other roommates picked up the metal in wonder.
"I'd say you've just been called," he said. She looked at him blankly. "You're a Slayer."