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Chapter 3~
Lola walked up the stairs and into the kitchen. Everybody was dressed in robes, it was easier than finding their clothes again. Oz walked over.
"You okay?" Oz asked, "You were tossing." The others looked up. Lola gave them a raised eyebrow.
"Fine, I just had a freaky dream." Lola's mind flashed back to the image of the dead body. She shook it off. Millard put his arm around her. "Oz?" He looked up from his bowl of cereal. "Will I have a long, normal life?"
His face was colder than usual. "Most Slayers don't live past, well, your age. But you were called late." All emotion disappeared from her face. She just looked cold. But on the inside, Lola felt as if she were already dying.
"I'll be right back." She turned and disappeared down the hall. Lola locked the bathroom door and threw up in the toilet. She wiped her mouth and the tears started to run down. Just yesterday, Lola had almost felt normal. Now she might die any day. Lola could feel her skin tingling. "Oh god, no." Her fingers started to grow into claw-like paws and she could feel silky black hair cover her body.
Outside, Millard was knocking on the door. "You okay in there, Lo'?" He didn't get an answer. Instead he got a full wolf attacking him. Oz looked down the hall, not looking panicked. He went back into the kitchen, reached under the sink, and pulled out a tranquilizer gun. He loaded it and shot the Lola-wolf. She fell limp. Oz helped Millard up. There was a large scratch on his arm. Lola turned back into her human self again.
"Why'd she change?" Carmen asked, now by Millard's side with a first aid kit. She was cleaning up his cut.
"She probably just had a little freak out." Oz picked her up, put a robe around her and pushed her into bed.
"Well, who wouldn't after you told them they were going to DIE!" Glenn yelled. Lance pulled him back. Oz shook his head. The poor girl. She didn't deserve this. She was already a wolf, she didn't need another burden to carry. He went back to the kitchen phone and found Giles' England-home number.
"Hello?" the English voice on the other side of the line said.
"Giles?"
"Oz?" Giles was taken back a bit. He hadn't seen or heard from Oz for three, almost four years.
"Yeah. I've got a Slayer over here, but I don't know what to do with her."
"Really?"
"I know that you were just away, but is it possible if you could come over here?"
"Of course, but where is 'here' exactly?"
"Kingston, Jamaica."
"Okay, I'll catch the next flight tomorrow."
"I'll see you at the airport." Oz hung up the phone and sighed. He hoped he wasn't troubling Giles. He'd given up so much for other people already.
Giles sighed. He hadn't even unpacked yet. He'd just have to pick up his bags, and get there. He was so tired. But he had to help all the new Slayers and this would be a good start. He grabbed another leather bag and started to pack the only other thing he needed: weapons. He'd send those through packages, as he'd have a hard time flying them over.
That night, he found himself at the airport, headed for Montego Bay. He'd get to Jamaica the next morning.
Chapter 3~
Lola walked up the stairs and into the kitchen. Everybody was dressed in robes, it was easier than finding their clothes again. Oz walked over.
"You okay?" Oz asked, "You were tossing." The others looked up. Lola gave them a raised eyebrow.
"Fine, I just had a freaky dream." Lola's mind flashed back to the image of the dead body. She shook it off. Millard put his arm around her. "Oz?" He looked up from his bowl of cereal. "Will I have a long, normal life?"
His face was colder than usual. "Most Slayers don't live past, well, your age. But you were called late." All emotion disappeared from her face. She just looked cold. But on the inside, Lola felt as if she were already dying.
"I'll be right back." She turned and disappeared down the hall. Lola locked the bathroom door and threw up in the toilet. She wiped her mouth and the tears started to run down. Just yesterday, Lola had almost felt normal. Now she might die any day. Lola could feel her skin tingling. "Oh god, no." Her fingers started to grow into claw-like paws and she could feel silky black hair cover her body.
Outside, Millard was knocking on the door. "You okay in there, Lo'?" He didn't get an answer. Instead he got a full wolf attacking him. Oz looked down the hall, not looking panicked. He went back into the kitchen, reached under the sink, and pulled out a tranquilizer gun. He loaded it and shot the Lola-wolf. She fell limp. Oz helped Millard up. There was a large scratch on his arm. Lola turned back into her human self again.
"Why'd she change?" Carmen asked, now by Millard's side with a first aid kit. She was cleaning up his cut.
"She probably just had a little freak out." Oz picked her up, put a robe around her and pushed her into bed.
"Well, who wouldn't after you told them they were going to DIE!" Glenn yelled. Lance pulled him back. Oz shook his head. The poor girl. She didn't deserve this. She was already a wolf, she didn't need another burden to carry. He went back to the kitchen phone and found Giles' England-home number.
"Hello?" the English voice on the other side of the line said.
"Giles?"
"Oz?" Giles was taken back a bit. He hadn't seen or heard from Oz for three, almost four years.
"Yeah. I've got a Slayer over here, but I don't know what to do with her."
"Really?"
"I know that you were just away, but is it possible if you could come over here?"
"Of course, but where is 'here' exactly?"
"Kingston, Jamaica."
"Okay, I'll catch the next flight tomorrow."
"I'll see you at the airport." Oz hung up the phone and sighed. He hoped he wasn't troubling Giles. He'd given up so much for other people already.
Giles sighed. He hadn't even unpacked yet. He'd just have to pick up his bags, and get there. He was so tired. But he had to help all the new Slayers and this would be a good start. He grabbed another leather bag and started to pack the only other thing he needed: weapons. He'd send those through packages, as he'd have a hard time flying them over.
That night, he found himself at the airport, headed for Montego Bay. He'd get to Jamaica the next morning.