Right.sorry its been so long. My other computer insists there is no such site as fanfiction.net, so I gave up and used my dads laptop. ANYWAYS, this chapter is set to Weathered by Creed. It's a great song, and..yeah. So enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oz lay in bed, listening to the various sounds of the Motel 6 of Augusta, Georgia.

iI lie awake on a long, dark night/I can't seem to tame my mind/i

But he could deal with that. He could deal with insomnia, deal with hangovers, (he'd been drinking a lot lately) could deal with pain.

iSlings and arrows are killing me inside/maybe I can't accept the life that's mine/No, I can't accept the life that's mine/i

He rolled over, and closed his eyes, but the same picture was projected into his mind, beautiful as ever. "Stop thinking about Willow." He told himself, though he knew it would be a millennia before he ever did. "Thinking about her won't bring her back. You had your chance and you screwed it up."

iSimple living is my desperate cry

Been trading love with indifference yeah it suits me just fine

I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone

Maybe that's why I feel alone Maybe that's why I feel so alone/i

He closed his eyes again, and it was like some cruel slideshow, and he was chained to a chair and could not stop watching it. He saw Willow with him, then Willow with Tara, Veruca, Verucas body, and the pictures went on, sometimes flashing by so fast he couldn't even tell who it was he was looking at.

iMe... I'm rusted and weathered

Barely holding together

I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal/i

Sick of rolling around and getting no sleep, Oz got up, grabbed his suitcase and keys, and strode out of the stale-smelling room. He payed for the six hours of no sleep, tossed his suitcase in the back of his Toyota(his '74 Econoline broke down in Seattle)and drove off.

iThe sun shines, and I can't avoid the light I think I'm holding onto life too tight/i

As he pulled onto the highway, he noticed a sign that said "In Memory of Brian Fisher-Paid for by the Teen Suicide Hotline". "Suicide..there's a thought." Oz said to himself as he passed into South Carolina.

iAshes to ashes, and dust to dust Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel like giving up/i

Oz drove for three hours straight, until he got to a bridge over the Haw River in North Carolina. He pulled the car over, and checked to make sure no one could see him. The freeway was deserted, the night was dark, and there were no streetlights on this stretch of highway. The short red-head climbed out of his car, and gazed into the still dark waters nearly invisible in the night.

iThe day reminds me of you

The night hides your truth

The earth is a voice

Speaking to you

Take all this pride

And leave it behind

Because one day it ends

One day we die/i

Lost in thought, he looked into the water for at least 15 minutes, wondering how quickly he could drown, and how deep the water was. Suddenly a piercing scream from the woods brought his meditations to an abrupt halt. "Vampires." Was the word that flashed through his mind. He ran back to his car, grabbed a stake, and sprinted into the woods.

iBelieve what you will

That is your right

But I choose to fight

So I choose to fight

To fight/i

Letting his wolf senses take over, he ripped through branches, leaves and twigs stinging his face as he flew through the woods. He heard the woman scream again, much nearer this time, he turned right, and found himself in a clearing, surrounded by cloaked figures. Luckily, they didn't notice him as he withdrew into the shadows watching them.

"Where is the werewolf?"The tallest figure said, slamming the young woman to the ground. She did not answer, but continued to sob and scream on the ground. Another said "This is getting us nowhere!" and stomped his foot on her neck in frustration. Oz heard a sickening crack, and the woman lay still. "Imbecile!"The first figure bellowed."We need a werewolf sacrifice and we need one by the next full moon!" "Very, very bad." Oz thought. He slunk back into the trees, listening carefully to their argument until the words were no more than quiet rumblings in the distance. Upon making sure that none of them were coming back this way, he sprinted back to the car, and drove off trembling from what he had just seen.