His Slayer Chapter 10: The One With The Sight, a buffy: the vampire slayer fanfic

Okay, I know this is short considering how long I've made you guys wait but I wanted to post something. If this isn't done in a week, it won't be done until June. Sorry, I'm a procrastinator. But anyway, enjoy and review, add fuel to my creative fire.

Chapter 10

The One With The Sight

Paws slapped against damp earth as the wolf propelled itself through the clearing, steering clear of the gravel road, its smells of gasoline and motor oil burning a too sensitive nose. The only smells stronger than those of the road were those of blood and fear. And then there was the distinct smell of dominance, of power, coming in great concentration from the area it had just left. The wolf felt conflicted. These smells were familiar to it and it felt almost compelled to check that all was well. But whoever or whatever was releasing those odors could clearly take care of themselves. The wolf didn't need to intervene. What it needed to do was find the one with The Sight. She was fragile and needed protection. The wolf howled again, hoping she would call back, hoping she would answer – could answer. She was too important and the wolf didn't want her hurt. When it walked as flesh, it couldn't protect her. The wolf was the strength. The lack of reservations, the need to protect; it was the only thing that could keep the one with The Sight alive, not dry humor and the ability to play the six stringed guitar.

XxX

"He's incredibly dangerous when he's changed," Buffy briefed. "The goal is to steer clear of him entirely, but if you happen to stubble across him don't hesitate in shooting."

"But only with tranquilizer," Willow added. "It's not his fault."

"We know that Willow," Buffy sighed, looking at her friend sympathetically and placing a hand on her arm. "I just want my Slayers to be safe; it's the same thing Oz wants. He doesn't want to hurt anyone and I'll make sure he doesn't."

"Is it wrong that I'm excited that I might get to shoot your ex?" Kennedy asked Willow, grinning slyly.

Willow scoffed. "If it were anyone other than you."

Kennedy stole a quick kiss before becoming serious. "I want you armed too, and never alone. I don't want anything to happen to you. I love you."

"Love you too," Willow sighed. "Can't figure out for the life of me why, but…"

"I resent that," Kennedy rebuked. "Now I'm definitely gonna shoot him."

"We'll break off into alpha formation, bravo team taking the east side and the rest staying downwind to the north," Buffy ordered. The girls agreed and quickly broke off into their formations just as Buffy had instructed. "No casualties, unless they're of the vampiric nature, are we understood?"

"Understood," answered the Slayer army.

"Move out."

XxX

Bianca's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. She tried to move but was struck with excruciating pain through her abdomen when she tried, not to mention that her head was swimming.

The vampire bore down on her and despite her fear she found herself motionless, barely able to breath as her chest constricted in panic.

Oz, she called, her mind begging and pleading for help, only finding one person to call for. Oz please.

She felt herself slipping, her rational mind trading itself in for something more primal, something with more fight, something vicious.

Please save me.

XxX

The wolf could smell it. It was threatening the one with The Sight. She was calling out. Her voice echoed in the air and was almost tangible. The wolf picked up speed. Not only was there the threat of the Blood Drinker, but the ones with the dominance, the female warriors, were approaching her as well. The wolf was distrustful of them. Their smell was distinct and triggered a reaction, a memory, but the details were unclear. The wolf sensed great speed and strength, much like the Blood Drinker that threatened the on with The Sight. What's to say the Warriors and the Blood Drinker were not allies? And the wolf could smell another female among them. She was not a Warrior but her scent as well proved to be a trigger. The wolf slowed. This female was a mate. No, she had been a mate. She was not anymore. She smelled of another, she did not belong to the wolf; she belonged to one of the Warriors now. The wolf, bemused, did not understand the concept of two females mating. But memory served as a reminder that this woman was wise and was to be respected. Besides, if it were true, that this woman had another mate, than the wolf also had another mate. The one with The Sight. She needed protection and knowing that, the wolf picked up speed, needing to reach her.

XxX

As Willow, Kennedy, Buffy and their group approached the main road, they saw a battered car in the ditch, blood smeared across the hood. They were about to approach the scene when Oz came running towards them, or at least his wolfy counterpart did.

"Wait, don't," Willow ordered as several Slayers raised their tranquilizer guns, Kennedy included. "Oz," Willow called. The wolf slowed and seemed to note her presence.

"We're not here to hurt her," Willow said. "We're looking for her too. She's on her own, probably injured."

Oz wolf whined and growled. Kennedy tensed but Willow placed a comforting hand on her arm. The wolf's head shot up and he sniffed the air. He turned to Willow, bowed in some silent show of recognition and gestured emphatically to his right.