Series: 31 Nights of Frights
Title: Lead Me Home Beneath the
Full Moon's Light
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer:
Joss owns Oz, some else owns Georgia
Summary: Halloween traditions
meet Fic-for-all pairings.
Pairing: Oz (Daniel Osbourne) / Georgia
(Dead Like Me)
Words: 392
Warning: Character Death
31 Nights of Frights
Lead Me Home
Beneath the Full Moon's Light
"C'mon, Rube, there's gotta be an easier way to get this reap!" Georgia Lass cried to no one in particular as she sat out in the creepy wooded area. "Go look at the fall colors, your reap awaits you. I'm not one for the woods, we've been over this."
The moon and her flashlight were the only light she had to go on, and it was getting pretty spooky in the woods. Instead of a name and an adress, her post-it had a name and latitude and longitude coordinates. Which was weird. So was the weird breathing she was hearing, coming from right behind her.
A dog-like thing charged her, it's face contorted in pain as it stopped three feet from her. It collapsed heavily on top of her, bleeding and breathing on her. She really hoped this was her reap. She did her shtick and felt it move on top of her, careful not to scratch her. It bounded away, only to collapse suddenly. George watched in fascination as the fur fell away, and a naked human man lay there dead, a wound bleeding in the center of his chest.
"Huh," D. Osbourne said beside her. "Didn't scratch or bite you, did I?"
"No. What are you?" George frowned at him, before looking away from his still very naked form.
"Were."
"Huh?"
"What were you, not what are you. I'm dead, so I get the past tense."
"You're dead and correcting my grammar?"
"I tutored my cousin."
"You're accepting death really well."
"I grew up in Sunnydale. Didn't think I'd live to graduate high school, much less go to college or Tibet."
There was a rustle behind them, and who ever shot D. Osbourne was coming to confirm the kill. He pushed George behind her, shielding her from the killer's view.
"He can't see me, or you - you know that, right."
"Damn."
"What?"
"It's Gib Cain. He's tried to kill me before. Um - who are you?"
"George. You're Reaper."
"Huh. Well, George, you might want to fly away or poof away."
"Even if I could, why?" George looked away from the killer and back to her reap.
"Cain likes to take trophies, even if they've turned back."
"Trophies?" George turned away from Gib Cain and the body of her reap. She really didn't want to think of the trophies.
