*~*The Leader-Part 2*~*
By: Ashley M.
A/N: Okay, just to clear things up for this part(chapter.) In this part think Becoming pt.1 all those flashbacks. Due to people asking questions, I'm fulfilling those in flashbacks.
*-*-*-these equal end and beginnings of flashbacks, I'm not specifying dates and places. Most of this story is flashback, as I don't wanna go on with stunned Willow at the moment, more of an Oz POV...but not in POV form. You should get it easily. And thoughts are rather in ~'s or italics. This part's REALLY short, it's just about how Oz became all evil and stuff `cause I've gotten all those questions about "how come Oz is in the pack..etc. Sorry for any spelling mistakes!
Dedication: Stephy, Lisa, Krissy, Ally, Ashley-same as last time.
No imagination my @$$! lol.
ENJOY!
*~*Prolouge*~*
*-*-*
He walked down the dark alleys of L.A, his van and things back at the Hyperion-home of Angel Investigations. He'd made sure Angel or any of the crew to swear they'd never tell any of the scoobies he'd been here. He kept wanting to turn around, seeing Willow around the corner. Before, when he'd left the first time, his love actually grew more. Memories clung to his mind, consuming him, only just not real.
And when he'd seen her again, all those memories came to life, the love, the emotion, the raw passion that had once coursed through them both...then...the heart break. He was always so intoxicated by these memories his dreams were real, not just figments of imagination. Soft kisses attached to soft lips, her scent almost upon him always.
~God damnit Oz, stop it. Stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself. She's happy...with another woman.~
Willow being in love with another woman just showed how much he had hurt her. She'd rather date a member of the same sex than be hurt by one of the opposite. Oz started to go into one of his angry thought moments again. He'd been thinking of this constantly, and had always done this.
Suddenly he threw his arm out, punching the brick wall beside him. Oz kept his cry to himself. It had actually made him feel better...for about a second. His knuckles were bleeding and bruised, probably a few broken. He didn't care. His entire body was aching, bruises, scars, all recent...he ignored. The pain seemed comforting, taking his mind away from his long lost love.
Before he could think of it more there was a rustling from deeper in the dark ally. A group of figures emerged, cloaked in dark night.
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*~*Chapter 1*~*
Oz sat quietly in the back of The Bronze, his mind a blur of memories. Why had he come back...he should've known this would happen. But part of him had to see her again...and part of him wanted to hurt her for the past years he had spent alone, a monster, a prisoner to himself. Sure he had his pack, but they were nothing but cellmates. Being away from her had basically caused the wolf to surface, making him a human monster...while his old self was buried deep inside of him, locked out of the world's wondrous rays.
He remembered how he had first met the pack, how welcoming they had seemed, how understanding they were. He remembered how the original leader had seen great things in Oz, strength, courage, bravery, passion. And how he had chosen Oz to lead the pack when he was killed by a small gang of demon hunters, who were also Oz's first kill as the leader.
Oz remembered how addictive the irony taste of blood was when he had killed them. More intoxicating than the taste of Veruca's blood had been...he was hooked.
Every now and then something deep inside him would tell him to stop, that it was wrong. He knew it, but the evil inside him was to strong to subdue, the wolf had surfaced, and there was no way to drown it once more.
But somehow today it had.
He was so close to payback, when the wolf was gone, and he was back again. But before he could do anything drastic about it, the reigns he had had on it were gone once more.
*~*Chapter 2*~*
Willow sat on the couch, a wrap around bandage on her ankle, a small Band-Aid on her forehead. She stared straight ahead, almost coma like.
"I don't understand..." Xander started while Buffy quietly cleaned up the slight mess Oz's attack had made.
"Oz did this? Oz...the laconic insightful guy? I mean how could he change f- " He was cut off.
"People change Xander." Dawn leaned against the door framing to the entrance of the living room.
"I told you. I told you all, and you wouldn't listen." Dawn's face remained stern, her voice angry, but never raising her tone.
"Dawnie please..." Buffy started moving towards her.
"No!" Dawn's voice still didn't raise. "You guys never listen to me. And I'm usually right too I just-"
"Stop it." Willow's voice was barely like it usually was. Full of sorrow and disbelief.
"Will..." Xander started, sympathy in his eyes.
"Please...just stop it okay..." tears started falling from her eyes.
The room went silent, all eyes on Willow.
*~*Chapter 3*~*
Oz continued reminiscing about the past while, every now and then a flash or two of Willow's aghast face clung to his thoughts. Part of him felt terrible, unworthy of life. The other joyous, loving the scared look in her eyes.
But one thing was for sure, he needed to see her again. To do what he wasn't sure. He would let fate settle that.
END
(Sorry so short, but it answers some questions, more to come!)
(Feedback needed!)
By: Ashley M.
A/N: Okay, just to clear things up for this part(chapter.) In this part think Becoming pt.1 all those flashbacks. Due to people asking questions, I'm fulfilling those in flashbacks.
*-*-*-these equal end and beginnings of flashbacks, I'm not specifying dates and places. Most of this story is flashback, as I don't wanna go on with stunned Willow at the moment, more of an Oz POV...but not in POV form. You should get it easily. And thoughts are rather in ~'s or italics. This part's REALLY short, it's just about how Oz became all evil and stuff `cause I've gotten all those questions about "how come Oz is in the pack..etc. Sorry for any spelling mistakes!
Dedication: Stephy, Lisa, Krissy, Ally, Ashley-same as last time.
No imagination my @$$! lol.
ENJOY!
*~*Prolouge*~*
*-*-*
He walked down the dark alleys of L.A, his van and things back at the Hyperion-home of Angel Investigations. He'd made sure Angel or any of the crew to swear they'd never tell any of the scoobies he'd been here. He kept wanting to turn around, seeing Willow around the corner. Before, when he'd left the first time, his love actually grew more. Memories clung to his mind, consuming him, only just not real.
And when he'd seen her again, all those memories came to life, the love, the emotion, the raw passion that had once coursed through them both...then...the heart break. He was always so intoxicated by these memories his dreams were real, not just figments of imagination. Soft kisses attached to soft lips, her scent almost upon him always.
~God damnit Oz, stop it. Stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself. She's happy...with another woman.~
Willow being in love with another woman just showed how much he had hurt her. She'd rather date a member of the same sex than be hurt by one of the opposite. Oz started to go into one of his angry thought moments again. He'd been thinking of this constantly, and had always done this.
Suddenly he threw his arm out, punching the brick wall beside him. Oz kept his cry to himself. It had actually made him feel better...for about a second. His knuckles were bleeding and bruised, probably a few broken. He didn't care. His entire body was aching, bruises, scars, all recent...he ignored. The pain seemed comforting, taking his mind away from his long lost love.
Before he could think of it more there was a rustling from deeper in the dark ally. A group of figures emerged, cloaked in dark night.
*-*-*
*~*Chapter 1*~*
Oz sat quietly in the back of The Bronze, his mind a blur of memories. Why had he come back...he should've known this would happen. But part of him had to see her again...and part of him wanted to hurt her for the past years he had spent alone, a monster, a prisoner to himself. Sure he had his pack, but they were nothing but cellmates. Being away from her had basically caused the wolf to surface, making him a human monster...while his old self was buried deep inside of him, locked out of the world's wondrous rays.
He remembered how he had first met the pack, how welcoming they had seemed, how understanding they were. He remembered how the original leader had seen great things in Oz, strength, courage, bravery, passion. And how he had chosen Oz to lead the pack when he was killed by a small gang of demon hunters, who were also Oz's first kill as the leader.
Oz remembered how addictive the irony taste of blood was when he had killed them. More intoxicating than the taste of Veruca's blood had been...he was hooked.
Every now and then something deep inside him would tell him to stop, that it was wrong. He knew it, but the evil inside him was to strong to subdue, the wolf had surfaced, and there was no way to drown it once more.
But somehow today it had.
He was so close to payback, when the wolf was gone, and he was back again. But before he could do anything drastic about it, the reigns he had had on it were gone once more.
*~*Chapter 2*~*
Willow sat on the couch, a wrap around bandage on her ankle, a small Band-Aid on her forehead. She stared straight ahead, almost coma like.
"I don't understand..." Xander started while Buffy quietly cleaned up the slight mess Oz's attack had made.
"Oz did this? Oz...the laconic insightful guy? I mean how could he change f- " He was cut off.
"People change Xander." Dawn leaned against the door framing to the entrance of the living room.
"I told you. I told you all, and you wouldn't listen." Dawn's face remained stern, her voice angry, but never raising her tone.
"Dawnie please..." Buffy started moving towards her.
"No!" Dawn's voice still didn't raise. "You guys never listen to me. And I'm usually right too I just-"
"Stop it." Willow's voice was barely like it usually was. Full of sorrow and disbelief.
"Will..." Xander started, sympathy in his eyes.
"Please...just stop it okay..." tears started falling from her eyes.
The room went silent, all eyes on Willow.
*~*Chapter 3*~*
Oz continued reminiscing about the past while, every now and then a flash or two of Willow's aghast face clung to his thoughts. Part of him felt terrible, unworthy of life. The other joyous, loving the scared look in her eyes.
But one thing was for sure, he needed to see her again. To do what he wasn't sure. He would let fate settle that.
END
(Sorry so short, but it answers some questions, more to come!)
(Feedback needed!)