Happy Holidays everyone!
I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to update, I re-wrote the war three or four times, attempted to rid the chapter of most of the bad stinky cheesy parts and sent it to two betas. Both of which had it for a couple of weeks and never got it finished due to various things like, trips to England, busyness and random disappearances… all of which kind of slowed things down, but hey you get a nice new update for the holidays and hopefully a new one tomorrow, cause I'm just about finished the chapter after this one.
I've never written a war in my life so tips or comments would be very VERY valued. Also reviews were very limited last update… I got ONE REVIEW last chapter!! I know brining back Sasha might not have been an awesome idea considering everyone reading this fic is a W/O shipper… but jeeze. All I want for Christmas is reviews…
DISCLAIMER: I still own nothing… except the characters aforementioned in previous chapters and the story board post Buffy Season Finale. Song props go to AFI- appearing first with "Synesthesia" and Blindside with the song sung by Sasha in the italics.
Chapter 14: Breaking Habits.
To Believe in what we are, is the same as to believe in what we were, let us fight for you, bleed for you, die for you, bow down to you, let us be free in exchange for our kindness and truthfulness, we will support the world you give us.
- Unknown.
Willow opened her eyes and found herself back in the courtyard. It was night now, the same crescent moon, hung above her head as it had in the lake. Chiyo was standing in front of her, a soft smile floating across his face. Every line and crease on his face shone in the light of the moon. He looked like the ideal father figure.
Cherry blossom trees whispered in spicy night air and the silence between the two werewolves weighed heavy in the air. The pond bubbled along quietly and a couple lone fireflies buzzed around their heads, riding the soft breeze.
Willow wasn't sure whether to be mad with the man clad in orange, standing calmly in front of her, or amazed. She could feel the wolf inside of her, watching and feeling what she was. It was the most amazing experience she had ever had, it was like she was drunk or even high; everything was sharper, more contrasted and real. The soft breeze lifted her hair gently and tickled her face.
The silence went on for a few more minutes as Willow took in life through new eyes. Then she finally felt confident enough to say something. "I could have died you know." She spoke softly, her voice felt alien.
Chiyo sighed, "I realize you could have died. But after watching that display, I don't think you would have let yourself die. That was truly one of the strongest, most beautiful things I've ever seen. When you needed your wolf the most, you were able to call upon it and it obliged, it had to; if it hadn't you would be dead. It's true, a lot of people don't make it through that last trial, either their wolf won't save them, or the human refused the wolf and they both perished." The monk stated.
Willow paled. "You killed them all?" She asked, her hand slowly rising to her mouth. "If you look at it that way, then yes. But you have to understand, those who didn't make it though the final test couldn't have lived safely anymore, they were constantly fighting themselves on the inside. They would have gone mad. Those who couldn't make it were better off dead." Chiyo stated solemnly.
Willow nodded, it made sense, and the way she had been before wasn't a way to live an eternal life. She had always been under stress, finding herself shaking switching back and fourth from human hearing and wolf. Willow's eyes met the monk's.
He wasn't evil and he hadn't lied. She knew that now, the C.W.s had been created with good intentions; before Kea had showed up they had been doing a good thing. She could respect that; she respected the man standing in front of her. She then nodded, "Thank you." She told him, she reached out her hand for him to shake.
Chiyo nodded. "You are very welcome, it's not every day I get to help anyone with their problems, now that I am here; especially not one so, sharp and respectful. It was my honor to talk to you Willow." He stated, taking her hand. He patted it gently. "It was good to have met you." He added with a wink. Willow nodded, "Same here."
"Would you like some more tea?" The monk offered, Willow nodded.
Jay waked through the torment of fighting with un-natural ease. He passed a tree on his right side and found himself distracted by a ginger blur and his best friend, in the biggest fight of their lives, by far the most super naturals surrounded them, Jay pondered whether to go over there or not, wondering what would happen next in the twisted world that Blade had created.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain his chest and looked down. Cursing he found he had been shot; the pain almost brought him to his knees. Somehow he managed to stay up and he glanced over to where the bullet had come from.
That's when he noticed that he wasn't alone. There in the tree sat a scared and shaking werewolf. It was a boy; he looked about seventeen, "Hey! Do I look like a vampire to you?" Jay shouted up at him, motioning profusely to his bleeding stomach. The boy paled and shook his head franticly the whites of his eyes flashing with panic.
The look on the kid's face didn't help but quirk a smile on his face. Maybe not all of them were a lost cause...
"This isn't happening." Oz mumbled shaking his head to get the rain water out of his eyes. A second werewolf joined the one he was already holding off and snarled savagely as it snapped its pure white teeth at him. As for the ginger wolf, which his logical mind refused to believe was Sasha, and at the same knew in his heart that it was the only explanation; stood behind him, using her razor sharp claws to slash through the crowd of on coming werewolves and vampires combined.
His chest heaved as he threw his entire body towards an opening and landed face first in mud. This allowed him time to pick up another weapon, this time a stake, and jam it through the heart of a pissed off looking, pink wearing vampire. It promptly turned to dust before the rain washed it away.
Using his arm as a shield he pushed through another gap, surrounding the ginger wolf and shot a few rounds into the crowd. He got four in before the weapon gave out and then, cursing he then used it as a bat and swung it around, coming in contact with the face of the nearest un-changed vampire.
His lungs promptly sent another seizure of paralyzing pain through his already racked body. It brought him to his knees, mud oozed around him and he almost didn't move fast enough to miss collision with another wolf. His head switched off and he slowly got to his feet again.
His heart yearned to be alone with her, he had just been able to move on and now he wasn't sure where he stood. It was confusing and yet clarifying at the same time, like a weight had been taken off his already broken and stricken shoulders.
Pain shot through him and he blinked against the smoke in the air, his eyes watered and he searched around the already barren streets and found everyone in heated battle with an opponent, an opponent that even when beaten; another would take its place. It seemed impossible to make a dent in anything worthwhile and yet, they fought on.
They always fought on. Nothing was more important to him, he valued nothing more than he did his freedom, other than the memories he had of the good times he had had with the people he loved. He wasn't sure how much more fight he had left, but he was sure there was enough to make his life worth more than another one of the millions of people who would die that day.
Sasha was a reminder to him of all the things he had fought for, before he had lost his place in the world and found sanctuary in his wolf and the forest. He lifted the gun again, clarity finally finding it's way to his heart. Odd clarity decided to rear it's head in the most barren and desperate fight of his life.
He wanted nothing more than to see her smile once more. He allowed a glance towards the wolf behind him, their eyes met and his heart melted, his stomach flopped and he needed to run.
His feet flew as he crashed through the enemies that surrounded them, his lungs crushed his chest, but for the first time since his time in the forest the night before, he felt nothing but at peace. In the mist of war he had found his niche, the way back to the peace he would have died for. Sasha had reminded him of something very important, hope, he had lost it in mid preach. As he was trying to convince Willow that they were going to get Buffy back, hope, the one thing allowing his mind to dream had faded and disappeared.
His already broken heart had been swept away into an ebony oblivion and there had been no stopping his brigade. What he had done back at the high school might as well have been attempted suicide as he hadn't thought it through, somehow he had made it out of there alive and brought Buffy home to her family, relatively safe. Somehow, he had used guilt to guide his desperate façade and stop the tears of the people around him. But that had done nothing for his wounds.
His eyes had been forced open as he had watched Willow be taken up in Blades overwhelming grasp and crushed, she had been just a puppet to his will. She had gotten up, he hadn't, after watching that he had given up, he fought, but for nothing other than to get it over with, it had been nothing short of attempted suicide.
He was back to where he started, and now he had to get himself out of the vicious circle, heal, and move on. He didn't think he could bare allowing himself to literally say goodbye to Sasha, even as he thought about it, hope had welled up in his chest and his eyes threatened tears.
He pushed his thoughts back and focused his thoughts on putting one foot in front of the other. He felt someone behind him and glanced back, behind his right shoulder, the ginger wolf had fallen into place on his right side and Jay was on his left side, his stomach was bleeding, but Jay gave him one of his signature winks. Further behind them was Dawn and Connor, both of which had a weapon grasped in either hand. Buffy and Spike ran behind Sasha and were flanked on either side by Jake and Faith, Giles, Anya and Xander made up the rear of the diamond shaped attack pattern and they all followed him without question.
A look of surprised fluttered across his face, but was quickly covered by the same stoic look he had practiced his entire life to maintain. He turned his head again and realized where his tired feet had taken him.
A malicious smile crossed Blade's face as he called for another bomb. They were going to take him all at once; he might as well hit twelve birds with one stone.
So far all he had had to do was sit and watch the action, now it was his turn, Kea was dead and most of the werewolves had followed their dear master to hell, the ones that were left were either lost, or on the brink of insanity. It was interesting that the one's he had been fighting with all this time had been the ones to take out the Civilized Wolves, it boggled his mind as to how this happened, but it didn't matter, they were still monsters and they would still get what they deserved. He would clear his conscience before death took him to hell. That was all he hoped for.
What Giles was watching he almost couldn't believe, although he was seeing it as it was happening. Both Oz and Willow had just bounced back up from the dead, like it had been nothing at all. He had never seen a werewolf move with so much conviction before; he almost thought it might not have even been Willow in that large ginger body.
Now Oz had everyone where he wanted without saying a word; and was running with conviction to the one who had haunted him like a shadow for most of his adult life. It would seem that there was nothing keeping him from his goal. Something in that man's head had clicked into place. Maybe it had been when he was lying on the ground, or maybe it was one last attempt from his injured soul, but Giles felt like there was nothing that would keep Oz from where he was going.
A huge respect fell over Giles for the short young man. Fear wasn't even in the equation anymore, he was facing more than anyone could ever fathom, without even looking back. Giles didn't think he could look back. Memories were strange things, they can bring back the best and the worst of people, Giles wondered what he had gone through for so much conviction to run through Oz's tired, broken, pain stricken body.
Oz's eyes shone gold as he glanced up at Blade, a cannon was fired and a bomb came barreling over the roof of the nearest house and in their direction. Oz took a sharp left and drove the group to safety as the bomb hit behind them. He found his voice through the dull ringing in his ears and used it.
It crackled at first with lack of use but adapted quickly as he finally called his opponent out. "Blade, stop being such a coward and get out where we can see you." He yelled at the location the bomb had come from, his lungs gave out and he coughed hard, blood filled his mouth and he had to spit it out on the ground to keep from heaving, the coppery taste lingered in his mouth, but he refused to answer the questioning glances he was receiving from the group; he instead focused on getting an answer, his eyes on fire, relentless on the roof on which he was sure Blade stood.
The black sky's un-relinquishing rain relinquished slightly, and Oz blinked up at the roof of the house, through the now light rain, and caught Blade appearing from the back of the roof, his face sculpted into a scowl. "Now what Daniel? I call my army to finish your group of already broken comrades?" He asked pasting a bored expression onto his sweaty face.
Oz was just about to retort but he heard a fluttering noise on his right side and reeled around to see Willow standing there, in human form. Her un-natural, moss green eyes flashed dangerously. Goosebumps formed on Oz's arms as those eyes met his, words couldn't describe what he was feeling; it was like he had just been hit by lightning.
"The monster inside you isn't what's going to drag you into hell, your actions are what has condemned you." Sasha stated calmly, the storm of action around her seemed to lessen as the rain stopped almost completely. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a green top, both were muddy and both couldn't be explained.
Blade laughed heartlessly, "Why do you think I would care what you have to say. I created you, and I brought you out of it just as easily." He stated coldly. "Obviously you didn't do a very good job considering, I'm still standing here." Sasha spoke. "I wouldn't be so calm if I were you. You don't seem to realize I can make you do what I want, without a second thought." Blade countered.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I was you." Sasha stared at Blade hard. Blade seemed to ponder this for a second and then spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, "Who are you?" he asked paling.
"You don't know?" Sasha asked cocking an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with interest. "Last time I talked to you, you claimed you were God, you claimed you knew everything and could control anyone." Sasha spoke again. Blade paled even further. Oz stole a glance at Sasha, she stood solidly on both feet, her eyes were determined, but anger flashed dangerously beneath that.
"Wolf got your tongue Blade?" Jay asked from Oz's other side, his voice seemed so foreign to Oz that he had to wheel around and look. "You could say that…" Blade hissed angrily. The super naturals around them started to tighten their grip around the small group of rebels. Buffy automatically raised her weapons again and got ready to fight. The others followed suit, Oz started to raise his splintered stake again as well, but he felt a soft hand on his arm and looked up into those moss green eyes again. "No, they can hold them off, this is between us and Blade now." Willow's voice came with Sasha's intentions.
Oz nodded. His numerous masks threatening to fall off his face, and tears threatening to fall from his already watering eyes, there was nothing he wanted more than to have this all over with. He finally swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of his throat and nodded. "I love you." He whispered.
Sasha gave him a longing look, but turned back to Blade, her moss eyes flashing circles of gold in the dark green. She then sized up the size of the roof, and jumped. Oz sighed, his tired body screaming for him to stay on the ground, and jumped also landing far less gracefully than she had, but he was up there, his stomach however stayed on the ground below.
Oz glanced over the edge of the roof and got eye contact with Jay, he nodded as he and the rest of the group continued fighting on the ground. Nodding Oz turned back to where Sasha and Blade were standing. Blade was shaking slightly and Sasha stole a glance at him, checking to see if he was okay. He spat out some more blood that had gathered in his throat, but nodded at her and walked to her side.
"You were never God Blade, you were a monster before you were a werewolf." Oz stated calmly. "Anyone who could kill people viciously, without learning anything about them first is a monster. Some of the wolves you killed, worked with orphans, or as scientists on their way to finding cures for cancer, they didn't deserve to die just because they were different." Sasha added.
Blade snorted, the fact that he was out numbered, not even seeming to cross his mind. "They deserved it. You all deserve it, I don't claim to be God, I'm his messenger, I get rid of every un-holy being on this earth." Blade spat.
"And you decided that gang rape and beatings was the way to go about that?" Sasha spat, her eyes flashing. Blade stared. "You do realize you're a werewolf now too right?" Sasha asked. "How do you explain this shit?" She questioned further. Oz just watched wide-eyed as Blade crumbled into a sniffling mess.
"Why the hell should I tell you!" He snapped. His eyes flashing the darkest blue Oz had ever seen on a werewolf. "Because you aren't even fit to be alive if you can't learn to deal with what's inside of you, it was the same when you were human." Oz spoke fiercely; he spat out another mouthful of blood onto the roof, and attempted to slow his breathing back to a normal rate, only to cough again. The angry fire inside of him sparked and he forced his bowed head up to meet Blade's eyes.
He felt Sasha's eyes on him, but couldn't look into them, he knew it was killing her to see him like this; he tried his best to ignore it.
Blade glared back, they stood there in silence for a few seconds before Oz noticed what Blade was doing; he was changing. Oz turned to face Sasha again and saw that she too had noticed what he was going to do as well, and raised her eyebrows at him. He shook his head, they wouldn't change for this one, and they would kill the monster for what he was, in the form that he didn't find fit to be apart of.
Sasha realized what he meant almost immediately and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. He took her hand instead, and squeezed, his breathing was gasps now.
All Oz wanted to do was kill him at his weakest point, as Oz watched with unforgiving eyes as Blade howled in pain as the change began to take it's course. He wouldn't take himself to Blade's level though; he would obey the rules of a werewolf and wait until he had completely altered his form. This however, didn't mean that he couldn't search for a weapon in the mean time.
Scanning the ground below him, his eyes landed on Xander, who was in the mist of bringing down another vampire, a sword hung un-used at his side as well as a gun he recognized as one of Jakes. It seemed as if the thought had just struck him and Jake was already flashing to Xander's side. Connor made his way towards the small group and handed another sword to Jake, he then motioned towards Sasha and sent a wink upwards to Oz, who nodded his thanks.
Sasha was watching Blade, a cold look spread across Willow's face. Jake flashed up to them on the roof and handed out weapons, he handed Oz the gun and the shorter of the two swords, Oz nodded in thanks, before Jake handed Sasha the long sword.
He leaned over just slightly and spoke a few words in her ear calmly, softly. She smiled up at him, and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his wings fluttered softly in the breeze. Sasha nodded, her eyes sparkled somewhat with emotion, but she said something in a low, but strong voice and he grabbed her hand. Slowly and cautiously he then leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before giving Oz another nod and flashing back down to the battle below.
Oz was ok with this, Jake and Sasha had gone out for a few months before he had met her. Oz glanced over at Sasha, for the first time asking himself why he didn't just fill the void between them with himself; it had been so easy for Jake.
Their eyes met and for a split second he was transported away to easier times. They were disrupted by a deafening howl piercing the windy air and turned to see a pure black werewolf standing in front of them, lips curled, a vicious snarl fell out of them and Oz watched with even eyes as it took a few steps foreword.
The wolf it's self was huge, twice the size Oz was in wolf form, pure white canines flashed from the already snarling mouth. Its paws were the size of large dinner plates and it's razor claws dug into the roof. This wolf was made for one purpose, to kill.
It was silent for a second and Oz watched as it approached them at a steady pace, it's long bristly hair blowing in the wind, which seemed to have picked up since the rain had stopped. The moon silhouetted the three figures as it made it's way home, it's cycle almost complete.
Sasha caught his eye and he caught her biting her lip, like she did so many times when coming up with a plan. Except this wasn't her lip, it was Willow's. "He wants a game let's give it to him. You up for a bit of ring around the rosy?" Sasha asked in Willow's borrowed voice, although that mysterious part of Sasha shone through like a new penny on the street. A small smile spread across Oz's face, he tried to condemn it but it shone through anyways. "Let's give 'em a show." Oz agreed.
Sasha nodded and began her slow circle, going to the right, Oz started left and the wolf stopped to watch. It's dark icy eyes following each of them as they positioned them selves for easy display from the people on the ground below. Oz turned his head just enough so that the people on the ground were visible out of the corner of his eye, most of the fighting had stopped as more and more super naturals stopped to watch the chaos on the ground.
He had to take a quicker look as he realized most of the other side was either dead, or had given up and were sitting to watch the show, Oz quirked a quick elegant eyebrow at the people on the ground, most of which had now stopped fighting and were grinning up at him lopsidedly. He turned back to the circling in hand.
They had almost made it so that they met on the other side, but they didn't get close enough for the wolf to be able to jump them both dangerously close together. The wolf had turned with them attempting to watch them both at once.
Yes, wolves could be stupid. It wasn't normal, but when a wolf was under stress, it went back to a primitive state of mind, the teasing may be pissing it off, but it was also making Blade lose the battle with his inner demon.
The wolf started getting antsy, it paced closer and closer to both of them, with a growl that emanated so low that the only reason the two of them could hear it was their own super hearing.
"Got a plan from here?" Oz asked glancing over at Sasha, "Nope thought we'd just jump off the roof here…" She commented, "Wasn't counting on the breathing thing being this bad." She added with a sigh. Oz nodded, "Then we jump." He commented, running a hand through his hair. Sasha made him meet her eyes, when she had him locked on, she cocked an eyebrow then motioned towards the drop. Oz allowed his face to stay firm and he sized up the jump.
"Ready?" She asked with a final nod. "Jump." Oz said going off first, his legs gave out when he hit the ground but luckily he had landed in a bush, ignoring the fact that he was suffocating he scrambled up. Sasha came behind him and managed to stay on her feet, both of them scrambled out of the bush and began, at a jog to run towards the middle of the street. The wolf would be following in a second as they had just made themselves moving prey.
"What now?" Sasha asked scanning the open road for something that might pop out at her as something that could be useful. The handle of her sword whirled in her hand as she thought. "Switch it" Oz stated, the people on the ground had begun to gather, Jay and the rest of the gang were now watching with interested eyes as they stared at the couple in the street.
Sasha nodded, and motioned for Jay to round up a few people, "We're switchin it, hurry." She stated simply, Jay caught on and quickly placed himself in the bushes with Jake and Spike, the only two that weren't too badly injured to out-run an attack, not to mention being immune the bite of a werewolf.
"This isn't going to work for very long," Oz stated the obvious. "I know…" Sasha stated solemnly, her eyes glued to the roof. A gigantic black blur took a running leap off of the roof and hit the ground, Jay took this as his cue and came out of the bushes screaming bloody murder with the other two men.
The wolf reeled on them for a moment, and for a second Oz thought it might not remember whom it was after, and lifted the gun that still lay heavy in his hand, cocking the weapon before taking aim. The shot wouldn't penetrate much past the skin from that distance, but a shot to the shoulder would slow the beast down, and that was the plan.
He squeezed the trigger and the shot rang true, although it was a reminder that both Oz and Sasha were still alive. The wolf wheeled away from the Jay group and started at a run a charging bull would be proud of; towards the couple.
"Nice shot." Sasha commented raising her sword. "Thanks." Oz stated, "Noticed he has no control anymore?" Sasha asked after the wolf faltered a few times on the run over. "Definitely. But you have to ask your self, has he ever had control?" Oz asked cocking an eyebrow, blood filled his mouth again and once again he spat it out. "Well, I can't tell you about his natural functions but of the mind…" Sasha was cut off as the wolf took a running leap towards her.
She expertly raised the sword and jumped out of the way. A long gash ran across Blade's right haunch. Ruby blood dripped from the wound, Sasha sported her own deep cut down her arm, from a razor claw. "I'm gonna say no." She finished as the wolf reeled around for another pass.
Oz's instincts finally clued in and he held the sword out just enough to catch its attention. Hand-eye coordination quickly followed and Oz struck out without notice at the wolf, it had anticipated the move and attempted to bite his leg, but luckily for him Sasha had also anticipated the move and had brought the sword down on the scruff of Blade's neck with all the force she possessed.
"No more games Blade, I know they're your favorite but we aren't ever playing by your rules anymore." Sasha brought her foot down on Blade's back hard enough to make all four of his legs buckle and collapse, while he was still recovering from the blow.
Sasha's eyes glowed completely gold as her wolf upped the power in her muscles. "You're lucky we didn't do what you did to us Blade, but we aren't evil." Sasha commented pushing her boot farther into the wolf's flesh. "And we don't have the time…" Oz added darkly, before coming to aid Sasha. His words barely escaping his mouth, his voice choked, and his lungs choked him of air, pain raked his already stricken body. He took a moment to recover.
The wolf whimpered pitifully, "Now you want sympathy…? You killed people without any pity, without learning what they were about." Sasha snarled. "It hurts doesn't it?" She asked in a mocking tone.
The wolf struggled even more and Oz kicked it. "No, you get no sympathy from me. You pulled apart my family, my pack, you killed me and my unborn child, you hurt my fiancé for life and you came back to finish the job when he didn't die the first time, you came back to finish the job just when he had found an ounce of closure. I don't even know how many others you hurt to get to wolves Blade." Sasha stated, she glanced up at Oz who nodded.
The sun had just broken the edge of the horizon, dark red shone through the still messy darkness. "Red sky in the morning." Oz stated slowly, "Weren't you in the Navy Blade?" Sasha asked savagely, she then brought up the sword, it glinted in the pale sunlight as she held it there fore a second; then she brought it down, and like that it was finished.
The sun caught the horizon and bathed them in golden light that contrasted off the still dark clouds. Sasha released her hold on the wolf's body and took a few steps away, wrapping her arms around herself as if she was suddenly cold. Oz took a few steps foreword and closed the gap between them. He placed a soft hand on her shoulder, emotion welling up in his throat.
"I-I have to go soon… you realize that right?" She asked quietly. Oz nodded attempting to look into her eyes. She avoided his stare. He took a knuckle and placed it gently under her chin, tears welled in his eyes, making it hard to see. He slowly lifted her chin up to stare in her eyes, a deep sadness remained here, tears flowed silently down her cheeks.
"We killed him Oz. I, killed him…" Sasha stated turning into him. "I thought it would have felt, finished. Now it just feels like we sunk to his level" Sasha continued in a hollow voice, Oz wrapped his arms around her, "No, it's done, we did what needed to be done. If you feel like you should be finished it's because it is, he can't harm anyone anymore. He's in the past." Oz said quietly. Sasha nodded slowly. "I missed you so much…" Oz's voice trailed off as his own tears started flowing down his cheeks.
They found each other's arms and embraced in a hug, sunlight surrounded them making the entire scene seem dreamlike and strange. "I love you so much Oz…" Sasha whispered in his ear, goose bumps formed on his arms and he let out a raspy sigh.
"Then stay here, with me. Sasha, I don't think I can…" Oz started. "I can't kill two people tonight Oz, my time was up when I died. I can't borrow anymore, it's not right; and it wouldn't be fair. You have to move on baby." Sasha said slowly. Oz reached up with his hand and wiped away a stray tear from her chin.
"I'll always love you… you'll always be my number one." Oz whispered; he stared straight into her mossy eyes, knowing in his heart that he would never see them again.
Sasha sighed, "I'll always be with you, watching you, so if you fuck up, I, karma, shall kick your ass, every time you stub your toe or shut a door on your finger…" Sasha waved her finger slowly in his direction. Oz hugged her tighter, his ice-cold skin warming in the pale morning light, although goose bumps remained.
"Please, baby don't go yet." Oz pleaded, Sasha looked away, "I can't stay much longer, God I wish I could." She said softly, she stared up at the sky and a shiver ran through her body. Oz tried to make her look back at him, he needed to see her eyes once more, her smile, to hear her laugh, to hear her sing. His throat sized up as he thought about losing her again.
Then she began to sing softly, for only him to hear, he pitch was perfect, her voice a beautiful piece of glass, easily broken, and yet it remained together…
Someday, I will be... Please let me haunt as scent on your pillow Say you will for me Let me be all the words
I'll be that waking warmth from a fading dream
Because I will, I may at best
Float as you feel
Letters of past look distant and wrinkled
Please let me haunt as scent on your pillow
Letters of past look distant and wrinkled
Invite me to your memory
Sing again for me
That long forgotten song
"You were my only Oz, I love you more than I loved anything in my broken past. It was my time to go, and my fate to accept it. You got a second chance for love Oz… a second number one, please, don't mess it up because of me. We all live broken and fractured lives, where everything we thought was safe wasn't at all but the complete opposite.
That's life Oz, just when you think you've had enough and would rather fall into that deep crack dwelling just below your cold tired feet, look up the sky and smile. Know I made my living doing this shit, I lost my life doing this shit and now I watch others continue what I have started. It only makes me think it's all-apart of something bigger than we are. Something's up there Oz, I know it cause I witness it every day in the eyes of others. In that extra glimmer in their eyes as I pass by them on the street.
We've all been through days like this, and when they're over all they have to do is look to the heavens and thank what ever higher power is up there you still have the will and the fight not to sit back and take the carnage as it traces it's long ebony finger across the world. As it reaches into the houses of the poor and rich alike and takes what will, who ever it may be; and hangs it with the rest of the destruction going on in this world. Change can't happen without a catalyst, you might as well be that catalyst. Lime light or not, you are what your actions say you are. Redemption is not but a reward but to make you feel better.
We were the best team out there today baby, smile Oz, I know it lacks that James Bond suave you normally carry on you like a veil, but damn it's like watching the sunrise over the battle field. You're 'look to the west on the third day and see white flags on the horizon,' moment. It says something for the good guys." Sasha whispered quietly.
Oz's heart felt like it had just shattered into a million pieces, bile rose in his throat. "Do me a favor, go back to the apartment and get my canvas, get it out of the darkness." She finished, her hands shaking. Oz took them in his own.
"Sash…" Oz managed to whisper. Sasha turned around, Willow's body slowly turning into the one she was meant to be, falling off her like a tickling breeze; and into the body he had mapped from head to toe, her tall lean frame, chestnut hair, peachy satin lips and those gorgeous eyes. This was his Sasha. He raised his own shaking hand to her cheek and just the texture almost brought his shaky knees to the ground.
Slowly he moved his head closer to hers, until he could feel his eyelashes touching hers, but refusing to close his eyes, he ran his hand down one of her thighs, trying to prolong the moment forever.
Finally his lips touched her perfect ones, and he fell into a passionate kiss, slowly he couldn't help but close his eyes, her tongue ran through his mouth and the goose bumps disappeared, her soft slender hands wrapped around his neck, it was like he had come home; and then as quickly as it had started it was over. He felt her retreat and he opened his eyes in a panic to find those mossy orbs again.
They stared calmly back at him, "I love you… but you have to say goodbye baby" She whispered one last time, and like a whisper in a forest she was gone, and Willow was unconscious in his arms. Tears streamed down his face as he lowered her body to the ground.
Slowly a sob escaped his mouth and he found his world turning to black as well.
A dreamy memory filled his mind as he gave himself up to the darkness, wishing for something to dull the pain pent up in his heart. Premonitions danced in random colours in his head, until all went into a dream…
Every time he heard that song he would cry. He didn't care how un-manly it made him look. Sasha was a beautiful person on the outside but on the inside the words that poured out of her soul were like stepping into heaven itself. Oz remembered waiting in the wings one night, they had been doing a show and all three of the other band members had walked off the stage, left her there alone. Oz didn't even think she noticed their absence. Her eyes had sparkled as she stared off into the darkness of the crowd like she was looking into the deepest sea and seeing right through to the bottom. Her voice pierced the night like the sound of thunder on the coldest tundra as clear as crystal. He remembered coming out of the trance he was in for a second and feeling his face, sopping wet with his own salty tears. There she stood in the spotlight in the middle of an empty stage, dust particles shone gold as they floated through the spotlight.
They won't see Glancing around, he saw both Jay and Jake captured in the moment as well, transfixed with the stage, both of them had tears streaming freely down their faces as they watched their friend give the most beautiful performance they had ever had the blessing of seeing. She didn't even need a band, her voice alone could fall even the tallest mountains to rubble. The air alone seemed to stop and time slipped on like it was balanced on the eye of a needle. It's common knowledge So I think I'll stay We have to prove So I think I'll stay... That's all guy sorry if it was horrible, but I tried really hard. Please review. New update pretty much tonight, tomorrow, or on boxing day depending on how I hold up during the holiday. Anyways, REVIEW! Also… made a Lunar Phases wallpaper, accessible on my profile page. Check it out, copy paste it to your desktop… comment on it… I dunno… be a fan…
The fire you have lit inside of me
They look up to the stars
And wonder where you might be
They look up without realizing
That they're standing right there in the palm of your hand
I can't explain or understand
I just love You
That you've been dead for a while
It's well known that the cross is only a burden
With pains and trials
But then again how come my shoes are so light
How come I can walk for miles
And still just love You
Caught up in a silent prayer
I believe in silence
Our hearts speak the same word
So why don't we just walk along
The shoreline with a silent song
Cause I believe in Silence
Our hearts speak the same word
That our love is real over and over again
But let them think what they want
I know it will never end
Because I know where it began
And my heart still heart still pounds twice as fast
Whenever you walk by
Cause I still love you