Chapter Seven
Life is a Cookie
When Darry and Kellie returned to the Summers house, Oz was there in the kitchen with Buffy and Willow. When they entered the kitchen, the three looked up at them.
"What happened to you?" Buffy asked, looking at Darry, who was still bleeding.
Oz stood up and walked over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked and put his finger on her cheek, gently wiping the blood away.
"Melissa's a witch." Kellie said before Darry could answer.
"What?" Willow asked, surprise by Kellie's words.
"Melissa, Riley's wife Melissa?" Buffy asked.
"The very same." Kellie answered.
"That's where you were, at Riley's apartment?" Oz asked, looking at Darry.
"Yeah." She answered, looking at him.
"What were you doing there?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what do you have in your hands?" She added, looking at Kellie.
Kellie looked down to see that she still had Melissa's power journal in her hands. "See, this is proof that she's a witch." She said and handed Buffy the power journal.
Buffy looked at it. "What is it?" She asked.
Willow took it from her. "It's a power journal, where Wiccans write down spells and stuff, really neat spells." Willow said and flipped through the pages. Then, she dropped the book on the table like it was a hot iron.
Oz wasn't paying attention to anything that was happening at the kitchen table, his eyes were focused on Darry, on her's on him. "I need to talk to you." Oz said and took her head. He led her out of the kitchen and out of the house; they started walking down the street and toward the park.
"What is it?" Darry asked, when they had walked a little way.
Oz looked at her and began to tell her about how Riley and the other commandos had captured him and decided to do tests on him. When he was finished, he looked at Darry, who was staring at him. She leaned forward and kissed him; Oz wrapped his arms around her waste and pressed his forehead against her's.
When Oz broke the kiss, he looked at her, their heads still together. "I just don't want Riley to do the same thing to you, or Melissa." Oz said.
"Oz, I'll be careful, I don't think Riley's a commando guy anymore and if Melissa really is a witch then Buffy can take care of her." Darry said, smiling at him.
"I know, it's just I don't want to lose you again." Oz said. "Darry...I love you."
Darry could feel her face blanch but she hoped that Oz didn't see; she felt her mouth go dry and her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth.
Oz seemed slightly shaken and surprised by Darry's lack of response. "Um, now would be the time to say something." Oz said, attempting to smile and not look as shaken as he felt.
Darry pulled away from him and stepped back. "I'm sorry, but I can't love you." Darry whispered and turned on her heels. She ran away from Oz, leaving him standing bewildered in the middle of the park.
Darry ran all the way back to the Summers house, not sure what emotion she was feeling at the moment; no tears fell, for she wasn't sure if she felt like crying, she wasn't angry at Oz, or at anyone.
She opened the kitchen door and walked inside, happy the kitchen was empty; in the living room she could hear Dawn and Buffy talking and she was sure that Willow was sitting the couch. She was, however, sure that Kellie wasn't in the room because if she knew her cousin, Kellie would be talking and interrupting everyone else.
Darry headed upstairs toward the attic room she shared with Kellie; inside, her cousin was folding clothes and putting them in her dresser draws.
When Darry entered the room, Kellie looked up. "Hey, Darry, where did you go with Oz?" Kellie asked.
Darry didn't answer and walked over to her bed; she sat down on her bed and looked up at Kellie. "Oz said...Oz said that he loved me." Darry said, not showing any expression when she said these words.
Kellie looked at Darry. "And what did you say?" Kellie asked, walking over to where her cousin sat.
Darry glanced over to her, as Kellie sat down. "I didn't say anything; well exactly I told him no." Darry answered.
"You told him no?" Kellie asked, surprised more then anything.
"Well not exactly but I didn't say I loved him back." Darry answered.
Kellie put her hand on her cousin's shoulder. "Do you love him?" Kellie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Darry whispered, not looking at Kellie.
"But you told him that you didn't." Kellie said. She cleared her throat and said, "Darry, there is this saying: 'life is a cookie.'" Kellie said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Darry asked, once again showing no emotion in her words.
"It means you have to take chances, live life before it becomes stale, or something like that, I don't know." Kellie answered. "You can't be afraid to love him." She added.
Darry suddenly burst into tears and buried her head in her hands. "I'm not afraid to love him; all my life, I've never loved anyone because I knew something bad would happen to that person if I did. I loved my mother and she was killed and I loved my father until he turned evil. I don't want anything to happen to Oz." Darry sobbed.
Kellie put her arms around her cousin and hugged her. "It's okay, Darry, nothing will happen to Oz if you love him." Kellie soothed.
Darry looked up. "But now, Oz thinks I don't love him, it's no use anymore." Darry cried. Kellie had no idea what she meant by that but she didn't question her cousin's words.
Melissa Finn threw all the objects off her table in a angry rage; the little bitch Darry and her cousin must have taken her power journal because it was now missing. They know knew she was a witch; no matter, she would get rid of them.
Melissa turned to pick up another spell book and noticed that she still had some of Darry's blood on the back of her hand. She cursed again and walked back over to her table; one of her bottles with open and knocked over. The liquid inside had spilled on the table.
Melissa quickly grabbed the bottle and set it upright, hoping that there was enough liquid left in the bottle left to preform her spell. Tomorrow night was the night the spell had to be preformed, however she didn't have the 'main ingredient' of the spell. Without that 'ingredient' she couldn't preform the spell; she needed the blood of a virgin werewolf.
She had to admit, when Riley had said they were moving back to Sunnydale she wasn't as upset as she let on because she knew, or thought, that there was surely one werewolf in this freak town. However, she hadn't found a single werewolf at all, let alone a virgin werewolf.
To preform the spell, she would mix the blood with the potion in the bottle and the spell would begin; she would once again be her old self.
Melissa corked the bottle and put her hand on the table; when she set her hand down, her palm rested on the liquid in the bottle. Cursing again, she jerked her hand up, getting some of the liquid on the back of her hand.
When the liquid touched her hand there was a slight spark and Melissa felt a surge of power run through her body. She looked down to see that the liquid had fallen on the blood on the back of her hand. Darry's blood.
Melissa grinned. "So, the werewolf in Sunnydale after all; she has been under my nose this whole time." Melissa grinned. Tomorrow night, she would be her old self.
Life is a Cookie
When Darry and Kellie returned to the Summers house, Oz was there in the kitchen with Buffy and Willow. When they entered the kitchen, the three looked up at them.
"What happened to you?" Buffy asked, looking at Darry, who was still bleeding.
Oz stood up and walked over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked and put his finger on her cheek, gently wiping the blood away.
"Melissa's a witch." Kellie said before Darry could answer.
"What?" Willow asked, surprise by Kellie's words.
"Melissa, Riley's wife Melissa?" Buffy asked.
"The very same." Kellie answered.
"That's where you were, at Riley's apartment?" Oz asked, looking at Darry.
"Yeah." She answered, looking at him.
"What were you doing there?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what do you have in your hands?" She added, looking at Kellie.
Kellie looked down to see that she still had Melissa's power journal in her hands. "See, this is proof that she's a witch." She said and handed Buffy the power journal.
Buffy looked at it. "What is it?" She asked.
Willow took it from her. "It's a power journal, where Wiccans write down spells and stuff, really neat spells." Willow said and flipped through the pages. Then, she dropped the book on the table like it was a hot iron.
Oz wasn't paying attention to anything that was happening at the kitchen table, his eyes were focused on Darry, on her's on him. "I need to talk to you." Oz said and took her head. He led her out of the kitchen and out of the house; they started walking down the street and toward the park.
"What is it?" Darry asked, when they had walked a little way.
Oz looked at her and began to tell her about how Riley and the other commandos had captured him and decided to do tests on him. When he was finished, he looked at Darry, who was staring at him. She leaned forward and kissed him; Oz wrapped his arms around her waste and pressed his forehead against her's.
When Oz broke the kiss, he looked at her, their heads still together. "I just don't want Riley to do the same thing to you, or Melissa." Oz said.
"Oz, I'll be careful, I don't think Riley's a commando guy anymore and if Melissa really is a witch then Buffy can take care of her." Darry said, smiling at him.
"I know, it's just I don't want to lose you again." Oz said. "Darry...I love you."
Darry could feel her face blanch but she hoped that Oz didn't see; she felt her mouth go dry and her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth.
Oz seemed slightly shaken and surprised by Darry's lack of response. "Um, now would be the time to say something." Oz said, attempting to smile and not look as shaken as he felt.
Darry pulled away from him and stepped back. "I'm sorry, but I can't love you." Darry whispered and turned on her heels. She ran away from Oz, leaving him standing bewildered in the middle of the park.
Darry ran all the way back to the Summers house, not sure what emotion she was feeling at the moment; no tears fell, for she wasn't sure if she felt like crying, she wasn't angry at Oz, or at anyone.
She opened the kitchen door and walked inside, happy the kitchen was empty; in the living room she could hear Dawn and Buffy talking and she was sure that Willow was sitting the couch. She was, however, sure that Kellie wasn't in the room because if she knew her cousin, Kellie would be talking and interrupting everyone else.
Darry headed upstairs toward the attic room she shared with Kellie; inside, her cousin was folding clothes and putting them in her dresser draws.
When Darry entered the room, Kellie looked up. "Hey, Darry, where did you go with Oz?" Kellie asked.
Darry didn't answer and walked over to her bed; she sat down on her bed and looked up at Kellie. "Oz said...Oz said that he loved me." Darry said, not showing any expression when she said these words.
Kellie looked at Darry. "And what did you say?" Kellie asked, walking over to where her cousin sat.
Darry glanced over to her, as Kellie sat down. "I didn't say anything; well exactly I told him no." Darry answered.
"You told him no?" Kellie asked, surprised more then anything.
"Well not exactly but I didn't say I loved him back." Darry answered.
Kellie put her hand on her cousin's shoulder. "Do you love him?" Kellie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Darry whispered, not looking at Kellie.
"But you told him that you didn't." Kellie said. She cleared her throat and said, "Darry, there is this saying: 'life is a cookie.'" Kellie said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Darry asked, once again showing no emotion in her words.
"It means you have to take chances, live life before it becomes stale, or something like that, I don't know." Kellie answered. "You can't be afraid to love him." She added.
Darry suddenly burst into tears and buried her head in her hands. "I'm not afraid to love him; all my life, I've never loved anyone because I knew something bad would happen to that person if I did. I loved my mother and she was killed and I loved my father until he turned evil. I don't want anything to happen to Oz." Darry sobbed.
Kellie put her arms around her cousin and hugged her. "It's okay, Darry, nothing will happen to Oz if you love him." Kellie soothed.
Darry looked up. "But now, Oz thinks I don't love him, it's no use anymore." Darry cried. Kellie had no idea what she meant by that but she didn't question her cousin's words.
Melissa Finn threw all the objects off her table in a angry rage; the little bitch Darry and her cousin must have taken her power journal because it was now missing. They know knew she was a witch; no matter, she would get rid of them.
Melissa turned to pick up another spell book and noticed that she still had some of Darry's blood on the back of her hand. She cursed again and walked back over to her table; one of her bottles with open and knocked over. The liquid inside had spilled on the table.
Melissa quickly grabbed the bottle and set it upright, hoping that there was enough liquid left in the bottle left to preform her spell. Tomorrow night was the night the spell had to be preformed, however she didn't have the 'main ingredient' of the spell. Without that 'ingredient' she couldn't preform the spell; she needed the blood of a virgin werewolf.
She had to admit, when Riley had said they were moving back to Sunnydale she wasn't as upset as she let on because she knew, or thought, that there was surely one werewolf in this freak town. However, she hadn't found a single werewolf at all, let alone a virgin werewolf.
To preform the spell, she would mix the blood with the potion in the bottle and the spell would begin; she would once again be her old self.
Melissa corked the bottle and put her hand on the table; when she set her hand down, her palm rested on the liquid in the bottle. Cursing again, she jerked her hand up, getting some of the liquid on the back of her hand.
When the liquid touched her hand there was a slight spark and Melissa felt a surge of power run through her body. She looked down to see that the liquid had fallen on the blood on the back of her hand. Darry's blood.
Melissa grinned. "So, the werewolf in Sunnydale after all; she has been under my nose this whole time." Melissa grinned. Tomorrow night, she would be her old self.