Willow was in trouble. It wasn't a terrible trouble, but Bringers did happen to scare her. Sure, she wished Kennedy were here, and sure, she hated to use her magic, but if it was to save her own skin, a spell or two wouldn't hurt. Willow raised her hands as her eyes turned a dark murky black. Not that the Bringers could see them, but they were very frightening. The dark pools of black concentrated as the Wicca began to mutter some ancient words. Just as the spell was about to begin, the door to the vineyard swung open, and Willow felt a hand on her shoulder. The redhead's eyes turned back to their normal color and she turned around, to see Kennedy standing behind her.
"You came," Willow whispered, looking at her and ignoring The Bringers. Kennedy nodded.
"Yeah, but less talk more fighting," she replied, pointing at the dagger that barely missed Willow's throat. Willow began to work her spell again, as Kennedy fought off the attackers the best she could, one by one. It was then that the door swung open again as Xander and Giles came in with long pointed swords and started to hack away at The Bringers. It was an amazing sight. Here Willow thought, her friends didn't care about her, or her plans, and then they came to help her. It wasn't amazing, it was beautiful. As the spell dragged on, Bringers dropped to the floor. Kennedy, Giles, and Xander all turned to look at her with smiles upon their faces. Willow did not smile back. Although she loved to see them there, Oz was still no where in sight.
"Perhaps we should begin our search for Oz," said Giles, looking to the redhead.
"Or, perhaps not! That freaky Caleb is still lurking around here somewhere, and yes, I do plan on keeping my other eye," said Xander, turning to Giles. "Look, Will, I'm in on the hunt for Oz, but I don't know if we can hold Father Pokeyness," he continued, glancing around the room.
"We have to try," replied Willow. Her voice was not shaky, and she was not nervous. She was confident. She needed to find Oz. She had to find Oz.
The four of them looked all around the front parts of the vineyard, undisturbed by Bringers. They were all nervous of catching up with The First, but kept their minds off it. Willow wasn't near the others at the moment, she was looking through a dark room with a flashlight. It was then she heard the voice.
"So, he left you, huh? That's got to be rough, sitting around waiting for him to come back, when you know he couldn't ever. But then again, he did, didn't he? He came back, your little girlfriend scared the heck out of him, and wait a minute, if I remember correctly I think he left again? Yes, I think that's the way it went," The First said. Although the shape and form was again Veruca, the werewolf that had almost killed Willow.
"Where is he?" Willow said to Veruca, trying not to stare at her.
"Who? The wolf? Oh, he's somewhere safe. Where he can't hurt anyone. That is, until I set him loose. Free to roam the wild, free to do whatever he wants, free to roam with my power," The First went on.
"What do you mean?" Willow said, fury in her voice.
"What do I mean? Oh, well, let me put it this way. I give a little bit of my power to the wolf, and three nights a month, well - let's just say there'll be a few more funerals than usual in Sunnydale. Not to mention he can help me with my little "battle" against the famous Slayer," Veruca went on.
"Never going to happen," the voice erupted from behind The First/Veruca. Kennedy held a long blade out behind The First. "There's no Bringers here, your little Priest guy obviously isn't here, so it's just you. You in your helpless body of air. Never to hurt anyone," Kennedy said, looking at The First.
"So what are we waiting for?" Xander appeared behind Kennedy along with Giles. "I say let's go find our wolfy pal," he went on. All four started to dash around the vineyard, until finally an unusual door was found under some barrels of wine.
"Who's first?" asked Xander as they all stared into the hole of darkness.
"I'll check it out," said Kennedy as she jumped through the door. Giles, Xander, and Willow waited for the Potential to come out of the tunnel type setting until a large yelp was heard. Willow jumped down, landing on her bottom. When she opened her eyes, she couldn't believe what she saw. Kennedy was on the floor by a big cage, a Bringer's dagger pierced into her left shoulder and the werewolf panting and whimpering in a dark cage. There were Bringer's bodies lined on the floor. But what surprised Willow most, was the humungous gash in the cage. The werewolf slowly walked out, walked to the wounded body of Kennedy, and tried to hoist her onto it's back. As Willow walked closer, the wolf snarled and backed away into the cage. Giles and Xander appeared in the doorway and tended to the body of Kennedy, but Willow couldn't stop staring at Oz in his werewolf formation. And to everyone's surprise, a full moon outside, the furry werewolf's body changed into the body of Oz.