Chapter 20 - 2:00 AM
Alexander Harris looks to the girl he has fawned over these past months. It fills him when a certain degree of disgust that he has preferred this petty girl to Willow. Willow - whose dark feminine power calls to him even now.
It was easy to get Cordelia into her car for a make-out session, and easier still to convince her to let him drive her little sports car.
He's going to use this quality time to test out some of his own powers. To this end, his sends her to sleep with a glance. Quiet, she is much more appealing especially with her long neck arched back like that. As he drives back to the lair, he thinks to himself - Oh yes, this is going to be fun.
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Buffy and Angel have long since headed home to spend some quality time of their own. After two vigorous rounds of sex, they are cuddled up in the darkness.
"Buffy, Buff - don't go to sleep on me just yet. We need to figure something out first." Angel whispers.
She is suddenly more alert than she was the previous second, she knows what he is talking about. "I know, my mom."
"It's up to you, love. We just need to do it tomorrow night whatever it is. We don't need her looking for you."
"You said we didn't have to you know, kill her. I don't really want to. I understand about Xander. I mean, I've thought about killing his parents a time or two myself. But my mom, she's cool. She's not done anything but take care of me, you know?"
"Like I said Buff, it's up to you. No skin off my back one way or the other."
"So, what ---what are we going to do?"
"We'll be there when your mom gets in - 7:00 - right? You'll make nice for a couple minutes then I'll take it from there. I'll plant a kind of block in her mind. She won't worry about you. She just won't think of you period. If anyone asks about you, we'll program a general answer that you got early admission to college somewhere back east."
Buffy looks sad for a moment, "It's that easy? To erase someone's memory of someone they've loved?"
He smiles and draws her closer, even sharing his demon has not taken away all of her innocence. "Babe, it's as easy as taking candy from a baby."
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While they walk, Oz can't help but feel more than a little distracted. It's like his werewolf senses are all stopped up. In such a short time, he has come to rely on those keen senses just like an eye or an ear. For whatever reason it's like something is interfering with his transmission.
"Hey - girlfriend, here!" Willow jests pulling him out of his stupor.
"Aaah, sorry. I'm a little discombobulated, it's like all of my senses - my wolf senses are all haywire. Anyway, no big. " Making an effort to focus on her, he asks, "So what was the deal with Angel tonight. Looked a lot less broody than usual. Actually, a little more touchy-feely than usual too."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I think."
"Well, he and Buffy --- he and Buffy are just getting along really well right now. Even he and ---he and Xander --- he and Xander are like getting along now."
Something strikes Oz as strange, Willow only stammers when she's hiding something. Oh well, like she said earlier 'hush - hush'. Never one to worry too much, Oz continues to walk with her letting her lead the way. It's nice to get out and not be cooped up in a locked cell. I mean, how demented is that?
He realizes that they have walked right into the middle of one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries. "Gee, Will - hanging out with Buffy much? I've known you to lead the way to the library but never here before."
Willow turns to him with a flirtatious smile, "Oh I don't know, it's kind of romantic here. All moonlight and marble." With that she leans in to kiss him.
Immediately whatever is off tonight, is off again. Willow's kisses aren't Willow's kisses. And it can't be chalked up to some kind of werewolf cold. Willow kisses are sweet and just a little bit timid for the longest time. These kisses are carnal with Willow taking the lead - her hands in his hair, her tongue in his mouth.
While he is taken aback, another part of his wolf persona raises its head to meet her advances. It is he that pushes her to the ground to lie on top of her and shove his hands up under her loose shirt.
Somehow, the wolf's arousal overcomes whatever has been blocking his senses all night. At first, it doesn't come to him. It is hard to think with her arching up towards his own thrusts, only their clothes separating them. And then, it can't be ignored. His instincts have put it all together while his desire has held him.
Willow is dead, she is cold, her heart is not beating. She smells like a dead thing, more specifically a dead thing with Angel's own unique scent. He pulls back abruptly. Even though it is not near the full moon, the wolf growls at its foe.
"Oz?" she questions with her familiar voice. "You're scaring me."
Before he speaks he stands with the preternatural speed of the wolf, putting several feet between them as she pulls herself up. "Angel, it's Angel. He's turned you. Oh God, Will, No!" He sobs. He is grief- stricken.
Willow rises gracefully and walks toward him as he crumples back on the ground. Hands on hips, she tilts her head to one side and yawns as he continues to cry out. Oh well, she figures she should be flattered but it's getting late.
Looking down at him, she speaks. "Good for you, you're half right. Angel AND Buffy turned me."
This news rouses Oz and he looks up at Willow, "Not Buffy, I mean how.? Does Giles know?"
"Dead." Willow responds blithely.
The usual stoic Oz, folds back into himself whimpering like a wolf in a trap. This side of him holds little allure for Willow and she is losing patience. She crouches down beside of him and pulls him into her arms. He is beside himself with grief and allows her comfort without truly thinking about the risk. His mind cannot reconcile his Willow with what she has become.
Rocking him in her arms, she finally allows herself the luxury of showing her demon side. She wastes no time in biting deeply into his neck.
Upon feeling the attack, Oz's beast begins to fight its way up to the surface. Full moon or no, the creature will fight for its own self- preservation. Feeling the shifting muscle and bone, the demon draws back with a snarl. In what seems like mere seconds, the beast has fully changed and is charging at her.
Just as Oz's beast relied on instinct for self protection so does Willow's demon. Somehow, the mixture of Willow's own magical knowledge and talents and that of the aggregate of vampire knowledge so recently passed to her puts an unknown incantation in her mouth. She recognizes part of it as a binding spell.
As soon as the spell is out of her mouth, the Werewolf begins to shift again, until before her stands a wolf in truth not some sort of abomination between man and beast. The wolf growls at her demon, the demon growls back standing its ground. After a tense second, the wolf looks down bowing to the demon's dominance. It pushes its large gray head under her hand to be petted.
Willow and the wolf sit under the light of the new moon. The wolf with its head in her lap as she tries to make sense of what has happened.
TBC
Alexander Harris looks to the girl he has fawned over these past months. It fills him when a certain degree of disgust that he has preferred this petty girl to Willow. Willow - whose dark feminine power calls to him even now.
It was easy to get Cordelia into her car for a make-out session, and easier still to convince her to let him drive her little sports car.
He's going to use this quality time to test out some of his own powers. To this end, his sends her to sleep with a glance. Quiet, she is much more appealing especially with her long neck arched back like that. As he drives back to the lair, he thinks to himself - Oh yes, this is going to be fun.
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Buffy and Angel have long since headed home to spend some quality time of their own. After two vigorous rounds of sex, they are cuddled up in the darkness.
"Buffy, Buff - don't go to sleep on me just yet. We need to figure something out first." Angel whispers.
She is suddenly more alert than she was the previous second, she knows what he is talking about. "I know, my mom."
"It's up to you, love. We just need to do it tomorrow night whatever it is. We don't need her looking for you."
"You said we didn't have to you know, kill her. I don't really want to. I understand about Xander. I mean, I've thought about killing his parents a time or two myself. But my mom, she's cool. She's not done anything but take care of me, you know?"
"Like I said Buff, it's up to you. No skin off my back one way or the other."
"So, what ---what are we going to do?"
"We'll be there when your mom gets in - 7:00 - right? You'll make nice for a couple minutes then I'll take it from there. I'll plant a kind of block in her mind. She won't worry about you. She just won't think of you period. If anyone asks about you, we'll program a general answer that you got early admission to college somewhere back east."
Buffy looks sad for a moment, "It's that easy? To erase someone's memory of someone they've loved?"
He smiles and draws her closer, even sharing his demon has not taken away all of her innocence. "Babe, it's as easy as taking candy from a baby."
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While they walk, Oz can't help but feel more than a little distracted. It's like his werewolf senses are all stopped up. In such a short time, he has come to rely on those keen senses just like an eye or an ear. For whatever reason it's like something is interfering with his transmission.
"Hey - girlfriend, here!" Willow jests pulling him out of his stupor.
"Aaah, sorry. I'm a little discombobulated, it's like all of my senses - my wolf senses are all haywire. Anyway, no big. " Making an effort to focus on her, he asks, "So what was the deal with Angel tonight. Looked a lot less broody than usual. Actually, a little more touchy-feely than usual too."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I think."
"Well, he and Buffy --- he and Buffy are just getting along really well right now. Even he and ---he and Xander --- he and Xander are like getting along now."
Something strikes Oz as strange, Willow only stammers when she's hiding something. Oh well, like she said earlier 'hush - hush'. Never one to worry too much, Oz continues to walk with her letting her lead the way. It's nice to get out and not be cooped up in a locked cell. I mean, how demented is that?
He realizes that they have walked right into the middle of one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries. "Gee, Will - hanging out with Buffy much? I've known you to lead the way to the library but never here before."
Willow turns to him with a flirtatious smile, "Oh I don't know, it's kind of romantic here. All moonlight and marble." With that she leans in to kiss him.
Immediately whatever is off tonight, is off again. Willow's kisses aren't Willow's kisses. And it can't be chalked up to some kind of werewolf cold. Willow kisses are sweet and just a little bit timid for the longest time. These kisses are carnal with Willow taking the lead - her hands in his hair, her tongue in his mouth.
While he is taken aback, another part of his wolf persona raises its head to meet her advances. It is he that pushes her to the ground to lie on top of her and shove his hands up under her loose shirt.
Somehow, the wolf's arousal overcomes whatever has been blocking his senses all night. At first, it doesn't come to him. It is hard to think with her arching up towards his own thrusts, only their clothes separating them. And then, it can't be ignored. His instincts have put it all together while his desire has held him.
Willow is dead, she is cold, her heart is not beating. She smells like a dead thing, more specifically a dead thing with Angel's own unique scent. He pulls back abruptly. Even though it is not near the full moon, the wolf growls at its foe.
"Oz?" she questions with her familiar voice. "You're scaring me."
Before he speaks he stands with the preternatural speed of the wolf, putting several feet between them as she pulls herself up. "Angel, it's Angel. He's turned you. Oh God, Will, No!" He sobs. He is grief- stricken.
Willow rises gracefully and walks toward him as he crumples back on the ground. Hands on hips, she tilts her head to one side and yawns as he continues to cry out. Oh well, she figures she should be flattered but it's getting late.
Looking down at him, she speaks. "Good for you, you're half right. Angel AND Buffy turned me."
This news rouses Oz and he looks up at Willow, "Not Buffy, I mean how.? Does Giles know?"
"Dead." Willow responds blithely.
The usual stoic Oz, folds back into himself whimpering like a wolf in a trap. This side of him holds little allure for Willow and she is losing patience. She crouches down beside of him and pulls him into her arms. He is beside himself with grief and allows her comfort without truly thinking about the risk. His mind cannot reconcile his Willow with what she has become.
Rocking him in her arms, she finally allows herself the luxury of showing her demon side. She wastes no time in biting deeply into his neck.
Upon feeling the attack, Oz's beast begins to fight its way up to the surface. Full moon or no, the creature will fight for its own self- preservation. Feeling the shifting muscle and bone, the demon draws back with a snarl. In what seems like mere seconds, the beast has fully changed and is charging at her.
Just as Oz's beast relied on instinct for self protection so does Willow's demon. Somehow, the mixture of Willow's own magical knowledge and talents and that of the aggregate of vampire knowledge so recently passed to her puts an unknown incantation in her mouth. She recognizes part of it as a binding spell.
As soon as the spell is out of her mouth, the Werewolf begins to shift again, until before her stands a wolf in truth not some sort of abomination between man and beast. The wolf growls at her demon, the demon growls back standing its ground. After a tense second, the wolf looks down bowing to the demon's dominance. It pushes its large gray head under her hand to be petted.
Willow and the wolf sit under the light of the new moon. The wolf with its head in her lap as she tries to make sense of what has happened.
TBC
