NoV: Hello, fans. Did you miss me?
Spike: Of course they didn't. Why would they?
NoV: (gives an evil look) I wasn't talking to you.
Phibby: Just a simple question: why did you bring us Slayers to meet these Slayers?
Xelloss: Aw, lighten up, Phibby-chan! I love you!
Phibby: I love you too, Xelly-chan!
Zelgadis: Can you believe those two?
Spike: (sigh) No. (watching TV) This I can believe.
Xelloss: (hovers over Buffy; slides a finger over her bare shoulder) You feel like skin.
Buffy: (exasperated) Get away from me!!!
Xelloss: I love it when you're so forceful.
Buffy: AGG!!!
Willow: Don't try to fight it. You can't win with that guy.
Xelloss: You ladies can fight me anytime! (lays back on a sofa)
(Xander and Oz walk into the room, laden with donuts, coffee, and cigarettes)
Xander: Oh-kay! We brought everything you guys asked for!
Oz: Yep. All $87 worth of donuts, among other things.
(The two are suddenly mobbed by Zelgadis, Spike, and everyone who wanted donuts)
Oz: (twitches)
Xander: Um....you're welcome?
(Oz sits in a chair beside Willow, as Xander plops onto NoV's bed)
Xelloss: (sits in Oz's lap) Hello, my sweet.
Oz: (pushes him off) Fruitcake.
Xelloss: (makes a pouty face) Oh, well!! (cheerily, yet perversely slips onto the bed beside Xander, and slips an arm over his shoulder) Hello, my dear Xan-Xan.
Xander: (stands up and begins to run around the room in fear) AHH!! GET IT OFF ME!! GET IT OFF ME!!
Buffy: (hurtles a stakes at Xelloss) TAKE THAT!
Xelloss: (impaled, falls to the floor) Ow.
NoV: Let's start the fic before someone wrecks the furniture.
**
Buffy, Xander, and Willow opened their eyes to find themselves in a dark void.
"What's going on?" Buffy demanded, her voice echoing like crazy around the abyss.
All three of them stopped where they were as gory images flew through their heads.
Buffy saw herself facing Oz, staring at him with a look of intense anger and hatred. Then, she saw him rushing towards her with a blade of some sort. Then, she saw herself lying on the ground, bleeding, with the blade in her throat.
Xander saw all of his friends, family, and even strangers, dead, and dying. There was nothing he could do to stop it. He was next.
Willow saw Oz, the possessed Oz, looking down on her, with an evil grin. But, when she looked at him, she saw him as the sweet, lovable Oz that she knew. The Oz that talked about animal crackers and monkey pants. The Oz that kissed her and made her feel like the happiest person in the whole world.
Then, for all of them, the world went dark again.
Buffy was the first to awaken, feeling an intense migraine in the back of her head when she moved it. She was lying on the floor. What was she doing on the floor? She saw Willow stretched out on an armchair, her face tormented, as if she were having a nightmare. Buffy looked behind her and saw Xander asleep on the floor next to the bed. Buffy wasted no time waking them up. They soon found that they had all had similar dreams.
"We've got to do something before it comes down to that," Buffy said, excitably. "I mean, I didn't really wake up this morning hoping that I would die today."
"Oh, why did it have to be Oz?" Willow thought out loud. "Please tell me you're not thinking about killing him!"
"Not at all," said a fourth voice from the window. The Scoobies turned around quickly to see The Prophecy. She was still wearing her long, flowing gown, and her hair was still as golden as ever.
Buffy, now feeling at ease to trust The Prophecy more than ever, asked, "What can we do to help you?"
The Prophecy smiled, knowingly, and nodded.
**
Spike prepared to take down the possessed Oz-wolf that was terrorizing the town once and for all. "That bloody Red will just have to get over it," he muttered to himself, thoughtfully.
As Oz was lunging forward to rip the throat out of a small girl, something abruptly knocked the wind out of him, and sent him spiraling backwards into a street light. His eyes glowing green with anger, he lifted himself up with a whimper, and began to stake out whatever had been audacious enough to attack him. The only thing he could see was the little girl running for her life towards a shop. Realization suddenly dawned on the possessed Oz: he could smell whoever had taken him by surprise so easily.
His senses pointed him in the direction of a darkened alleyway. Oz reverted back to human form and stalked toward the alley. He could hear shifting breaths, and cloth that was rubbing against something.
"Hello?" Oz wondered, trying to sound innocent, as if he were not the one responsible for the deaths of all the people littered around the streets. "Is someone there?"
Suddenly, he found a fist hitting him in between his eyes. He staggered back a few steps, but tried to maintain control of the situation. "What's going on?" he asked, still feigning innocence.
"Don't give me that, you bloody pup," Spike responded, stepping into the light. "I know what you are, and I don't like what you're doing."
Oz's eyes turned green, and he smirked at the vampire standing before him. "Is that so? Well, where I come from, those are fighting words." Oz retreated into wolf form and lunged at Spike, nearly knocking him down. Spike managed to push him off long enough to swiftly kick him in the back of the head. Oz came back ferociously, swiping him across the face with long, lethal claws. Spike hissed in pain at this, and again when Oz clamped down onto his leg with his fang-like teeth. He tried shaking the wolf off of his leg, but Oz held on, tightly, not to be overcome so easily.
"You," Spike directed, seething with pain and anger, "must have some extra power. Usually you wouldn't be fighting with quite this efficiency." He smiled, bitterly. "But, you can't take old Spike down that easy." With one more quick and vicious kick, Oz was shaken off Spike's leg. Spike prepared himself for the next attack, and prepared to fight it off as well as he could. It was becoming painfully obvious that the new Oz would be difficult to beat.
The possessed wolf shot forward with such speed that Spike couldn't dodge or make any move to stop it.
Oz melted back into human form, giving a victorious look to the defeated Spike, blood dripping from his chest. "I'll leave you now to die in peace. I trust that is what will happen." Sensing a disturbance in the air, Oz turned to look straight ahead of him. "She is in human form now. Vulnerable.....perfect."
Spike watched him leave through glazing eyes. Slowly, he slipped into unconsciousness.
**
Spike: And you said this was a Willoz shipping fic.
NoV: It is. And it's called Redshipping now, for your information.
Gourry: (obliviously) Why Redshipping?
NoV: Because, naturally, they both have red hair.
Oz: NO! Who told you???
NoV: ^_^ Anyway, it'll contain bullshipping too. Just a little, though.....
Willow: (blushing) What....what is bull.....shipping?
NoV: BuffyxSpike.
Buffy: EEEEE!!
Spike: WHHYYY???
NoV: ^.^
Buffy: May I inquire why you call in bullshipping??
NoV: Well, if you were going to say, 'This fic involves B/S,' then you would mean Buffy loves Spike. B/S is short for---
Willow: OH-KAY!! WE KNOW WHAT IT'S SHORT FOR ALREADY!!
NoV: --which is where I came up with the term 'bullshipping.' (all proud) Till next time! I need three reviews to continue so......
P U S H
T H I S
B U T T O N !
Spike: Of course they didn't. Why would they?
NoV: (gives an evil look) I wasn't talking to you.
Phibby: Just a simple question: why did you bring us Slayers to meet these Slayers?
Xelloss: Aw, lighten up, Phibby-chan! I love you!
Phibby: I love you too, Xelly-chan!
Zelgadis: Can you believe those two?
Spike: (sigh) No. (watching TV) This I can believe.
Xelloss: (hovers over Buffy; slides a finger over her bare shoulder) You feel like skin.
Buffy: (exasperated) Get away from me!!!
Xelloss: I love it when you're so forceful.
Buffy: AGG!!!
Willow: Don't try to fight it. You can't win with that guy.
Xelloss: You ladies can fight me anytime! (lays back on a sofa)
(Xander and Oz walk into the room, laden with donuts, coffee, and cigarettes)
Xander: Oh-kay! We brought everything you guys asked for!
Oz: Yep. All $87 worth of donuts, among other things.
(The two are suddenly mobbed by Zelgadis, Spike, and everyone who wanted donuts)
Oz: (twitches)
Xander: Um....you're welcome?
(Oz sits in a chair beside Willow, as Xander plops onto NoV's bed)
Xelloss: (sits in Oz's lap) Hello, my sweet.
Oz: (pushes him off) Fruitcake.
Xelloss: (makes a pouty face) Oh, well!! (cheerily, yet perversely slips onto the bed beside Xander, and slips an arm over his shoulder) Hello, my dear Xan-Xan.
Xander: (stands up and begins to run around the room in fear) AHH!! GET IT OFF ME!! GET IT OFF ME!!
Buffy: (hurtles a stakes at Xelloss) TAKE THAT!
Xelloss: (impaled, falls to the floor) Ow.
NoV: Let's start the fic before someone wrecks the furniture.
**
Buffy, Xander, and Willow opened their eyes to find themselves in a dark void.
"What's going on?" Buffy demanded, her voice echoing like crazy around the abyss.
All three of them stopped where they were as gory images flew through their heads.
Buffy saw herself facing Oz, staring at him with a look of intense anger and hatred. Then, she saw him rushing towards her with a blade of some sort. Then, she saw herself lying on the ground, bleeding, with the blade in her throat.
Xander saw all of his friends, family, and even strangers, dead, and dying. There was nothing he could do to stop it. He was next.
Willow saw Oz, the possessed Oz, looking down on her, with an evil grin. But, when she looked at him, she saw him as the sweet, lovable Oz that she knew. The Oz that talked about animal crackers and monkey pants. The Oz that kissed her and made her feel like the happiest person in the whole world.
Then, for all of them, the world went dark again.
Buffy was the first to awaken, feeling an intense migraine in the back of her head when she moved it. She was lying on the floor. What was she doing on the floor? She saw Willow stretched out on an armchair, her face tormented, as if she were having a nightmare. Buffy looked behind her and saw Xander asleep on the floor next to the bed. Buffy wasted no time waking them up. They soon found that they had all had similar dreams.
"We've got to do something before it comes down to that," Buffy said, excitably. "I mean, I didn't really wake up this morning hoping that I would die today."
"Oh, why did it have to be Oz?" Willow thought out loud. "Please tell me you're not thinking about killing him!"
"Not at all," said a fourth voice from the window. The Scoobies turned around quickly to see The Prophecy. She was still wearing her long, flowing gown, and her hair was still as golden as ever.
Buffy, now feeling at ease to trust The Prophecy more than ever, asked, "What can we do to help you?"
The Prophecy smiled, knowingly, and nodded.
**
Spike prepared to take down the possessed Oz-wolf that was terrorizing the town once and for all. "That bloody Red will just have to get over it," he muttered to himself, thoughtfully.
As Oz was lunging forward to rip the throat out of a small girl, something abruptly knocked the wind out of him, and sent him spiraling backwards into a street light. His eyes glowing green with anger, he lifted himself up with a whimper, and began to stake out whatever had been audacious enough to attack him. The only thing he could see was the little girl running for her life towards a shop. Realization suddenly dawned on the possessed Oz: he could smell whoever had taken him by surprise so easily.
His senses pointed him in the direction of a darkened alleyway. Oz reverted back to human form and stalked toward the alley. He could hear shifting breaths, and cloth that was rubbing against something.
"Hello?" Oz wondered, trying to sound innocent, as if he were not the one responsible for the deaths of all the people littered around the streets. "Is someone there?"
Suddenly, he found a fist hitting him in between his eyes. He staggered back a few steps, but tried to maintain control of the situation. "What's going on?" he asked, still feigning innocence.
"Don't give me that, you bloody pup," Spike responded, stepping into the light. "I know what you are, and I don't like what you're doing."
Oz's eyes turned green, and he smirked at the vampire standing before him. "Is that so? Well, where I come from, those are fighting words." Oz retreated into wolf form and lunged at Spike, nearly knocking him down. Spike managed to push him off long enough to swiftly kick him in the back of the head. Oz came back ferociously, swiping him across the face with long, lethal claws. Spike hissed in pain at this, and again when Oz clamped down onto his leg with his fang-like teeth. He tried shaking the wolf off of his leg, but Oz held on, tightly, not to be overcome so easily.
"You," Spike directed, seething with pain and anger, "must have some extra power. Usually you wouldn't be fighting with quite this efficiency." He smiled, bitterly. "But, you can't take old Spike down that easy." With one more quick and vicious kick, Oz was shaken off Spike's leg. Spike prepared himself for the next attack, and prepared to fight it off as well as he could. It was becoming painfully obvious that the new Oz would be difficult to beat.
The possessed wolf shot forward with such speed that Spike couldn't dodge or make any move to stop it.
Oz melted back into human form, giving a victorious look to the defeated Spike, blood dripping from his chest. "I'll leave you now to die in peace. I trust that is what will happen." Sensing a disturbance in the air, Oz turned to look straight ahead of him. "She is in human form now. Vulnerable.....perfect."
Spike watched him leave through glazing eyes. Slowly, he slipped into unconsciousness.
**
Spike: And you said this was a Willoz shipping fic.
NoV: It is. And it's called Redshipping now, for your information.
Gourry: (obliviously) Why Redshipping?
NoV: Because, naturally, they both have red hair.
Oz: NO! Who told you???
NoV: ^_^ Anyway, it'll contain bullshipping too. Just a little, though.....
Willow: (blushing) What....what is bull.....shipping?
NoV: BuffyxSpike.
Buffy: EEEEE!!
Spike: WHHYYY???
NoV: ^.^
Buffy: May I inquire why you call in bullshipping??
NoV: Well, if you were going to say, 'This fic involves B/S,' then you would mean Buffy loves Spike. B/S is short for---
Willow: OH-KAY!! WE KNOW WHAT IT'S SHORT FOR ALREADY!!
NoV: --which is where I came up with the term 'bullshipping.' (all proud) Till next time! I need three reviews to continue so......
P U S H
T H I S
B U T T O N !