I woke up on a floor. Cool sun shine filtered in and baked the clay floor.

"Oz?" Giles stared at me through the bars.

I sat up, holding my head.

"Good morning, sleepy head!" Xander's chirped cheerfully. I couldn't help but snarl. Xander glanced at Giles and said, "Are you sure we can let him out?"

"It's called a Gorgeman. It, eh, feeds off of human souls and love, and it does that by kidnapping its victims and killing everyone they know and do or have loved."

"So your basically saying we're all going to die?"

Buffy nodded. "That's the uncheerful way of putting it."

"Well, how do you stop him?"

"Well, its really quite simple actually," Giles said sitting into a chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Everyone was silent.

"Actually?"

"One of the victim's closest has to give there lives." Giles finished.

Immediately, Buffy said, "I'm going. You can't stop me."

"Buffy, you can't let it kill you you're the Slayer!" Giles snapped, "We already talked about this!"

"Yeah, Giles is right." Xander sighed. "I think I should be the one…"

"Why because you and Willow…"

I sat there, thinking while they argued. "I'll go."

Silence.

"I am the least important here. I'll go."

Buffy was the first to speak. "But you'll need back…"

"No!" I growled forcefully. " It's not safe for you to be with me. I could bring you all down." I looked at Giles. "Where do I find him?

"What is it with monsters and the city sewers?" I hissed. Giles said the entrance was right around… "There."

I crawled into a tiny hole and began to walk. Suddenly, I heard a sound.

"And Buffy, and Giles, and Xander, and Oz. A werewolf? They will all die."

I heard her whimper, "Buffy will destroy you!"

Whatever had spoken first, I assumed Gorgeman, laughed. "Foolish one! She will die saving you! That is all I want! The slayer dead!" A silence fell. "And it looks like I got my wish! Slayer, come out!"

I was perplexed, but stepped out of the shadows quickly. A gruesome creature, with a lobster claw hand, white, cataract eyes, stared at me. "Ah, Slayer, I am honored."

He picked up a gun in his other hand, a gruesomely deformed human hand, and pointed it at my chest. "You must learn at how foolish you were though… Willow was not the victim here. You were. Willow was a decoy, and will die anyway."

Wait, I knew Buffy and was close to me, so if I killed myself, Willow would still be safe. I stared at my Willow. She was staring at me in shock, her eyes round and filled with tears. "Oz…" She whimpered.

"I hear that slayers blood spills fast when hit with a silver bullet." He smile. "Lets smell."

He raised the gun and aimed it at my chest. "Good bye, Slayer."

Willow, I mouthed.

"Oz, no!" Willow cried out. "OZ!"

He pulled the trigger.