The night was rough. Once Buffy returned home, Spike was with her and everyone was excited about the night's events with a real werewolf at the house. The plan was, that they would use Spike's basement to hold Oz and Spike would look after it during the night.
"I don't give a bloody drat about that thing," Spike said to Buffy, not liking the fact of puppy guarding a werewolf.
"Well, we do. Please, just watch him," Buffy would say back. The two argued until finally Spike gave up.
All the Potentials crawled into their sleeping bags, Andrew assumed his position on the couch, Dawn went into her room for bed, and Willow and Kennedy went to their rooms. Down below before Spike walked into the basement, Oz waited for the change.
"You know, it's nice. You going to visit her and all," It seemed like the voice erupted from nowhere. Oz turned around and there she was. No, it wasn't Buffy, or Willow, or any of them. It was "her." The "her" he had nightmares about, and the "her" he regretted every laying eyes on. Veruca. But Veruca was dead.
"You're dead," Oz said back, turning from Veruca and facing the wall.
"Guess they didn't tell you about the big bad around here in Sunnydale, did they?" Veruca said back to Oz, glaring and just watching him.
"I...no. You're dead. Get out of here, the process will start soon," Oz said back to "her," trying not to face it. Veruca appeared in front of Oz.
"Don't you get it? I'm with you, Oz. I am, and I always will be. The two of us are meant for each other. That was, until you killed me," she stated, calmly and slyly, just like the real Veruca would have.
"That's right. I killed you. You're gone. Dead," Oz said back, again turning away from her.
"The moon will rise and you will change. There's not a thing you can do about it, Oz. So just deal with it. If you join me - ," Oz was no longer listening. The mad, hungry, werewolf however, was. Veruca slipped into the shadows. She had news to tell The Bringers.