Hey all you get a 2 for1 in this chapter, there's 2 sections in this chapter. The second section is the worst it's gonna get in the fic. But it clears stuff up so everything's good… leats that's the way I see it…
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: MOON LIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW:
It was raining. The drops softly fell onto the windowpane in the dark room. Like tears from perpetual heaven. Willow hadn't moved from Oz's bedside in days, she had phoned the doctor and he had come and set up a heart rate monitor that beeped every time his heart beat. He also patched up a long cut on his leg that had become infected and enflamed.
Mary had suggested that werewolves don't die unless they were pierced with a silver bullet or poisoned with wolf's bane. That meant that since Oz wasn't fully healed he had been cut with silver and was poisoned. Which meant that he had been cut with silver. Which meant that either he was slowly shutting down or his body was fighting the infection. Since his immune system was damaged in the fight thing. They figured he was probably slowly dying.
No one had really said that, but everyone was thinking it. Willow refused to believe it. Both she and Karen were sitting in the room in silence like they did on a daily basis. Just listening to his heart beat. Karen prayed. And Willow, well, she did too but not to the same God. She knew about a dozen spells she wanted to try but was too weary of going evil again.
There were points when she just got so frustrated she could cry again, but she had run out of tears, from Tara, and Oz. she missed her friends and needed emotional support but she wasn't sure who to go to. She stared out the window the rain had cleared up, the clouds were slowly parting and the rain had slowed down. She gazed at the full moon and a small smile fluttered across her face. If Oz had been conscious she would have been totally happy, he wasn't all wolfy and she was in the middle of nowhere.
She imagined how Oz must have felt being in a place like this in the dead of summer. When the cloud had broken from the dreary rain and moonlight shone through his window turning the room into a silvery haze. Like a land no one had ever seen before.
She stared at the body of her first ever love and wondered how he had stumbled on a hidden haven like this. He did have a knack for that kind of stuff. It was one of the things she loved about him. She sat and stared at his cold motionless body and wished with all her heart that he would come back to her so she could tell him everything. He would rationalize it all for her like he had always done.
She attempted to silence her mind for a while, maybe get some sleep… when a thought struck her with such force she jolted awake. When she was evil she had disappeared for a while and no one had seen her. She wondered where she had gone. What she had done. Suddenly she didn't want to know. She didn't want to think of that anymore.
She couldn't bring herself to even think of Tara and yet she kept popping up in her mind. Her touch still haunted her skin. Willow shook her head and looked out the window once more. The silence was killing her. Choking her to death. When she couldn't take the silence any more she just started talking.
"How did you meet him."? Willow said out of the blue. Karen who was surprised to hear anything from Willow looked up. "He just showed up one night tired and looking for somewhere to sleep." Karen said sighing. She smiled at them memory. "He slept for a week before we saw him again. He just got up and asked for some dinner. He offered some money but he ended up getting it for free." Karen said smiling sadly.
"I remember he walked toward a chair in the corner of the bar. There he sat and just strummed his guitar, he sat there just trying different ways of doing one part of something or other.
Finally after a long silence he looked at me. The sides of his mouth twitched when he saw me watching, "I guess I should be writing this down" he said grabbing a napkin and jotting down a few notes. I beckoned him over to the bar area and he came and sat. For a while he just worked on different chords. Then he just sat and his eyes caught mine. And it was like suddenly he could just read me like an open book." Karen said getting all dreamy eyed.
"What was he like? I mean when you met him?" Willow asked not really knowing if she wanted to know. Karen sighed as if she had to re-live the whole thing. "He was at best distant. The only way I could get much out of him is if he went flying before hand." Karen said with a smile.
"Oz flew the plane?" Willow exclaimed. "Well, yeah…. He said he was looking for something new and flying was it. He's a natural in a plane. He told me once that flying at night was better than anything he had ever done before. I had asked him why. He had answered my question with another question
"why do you turn on lights at night when you can see fine in the dark?" he asked. I thought he was changing the subject but I decided to play along anyways, just to get another sample of the hidden genius "Because I'd rather not stub my toe on the door way." I had laughed. But Oz had been totally serious.
"Why do most monsters only come out at night?" he tried again. I wasn't sure where he was going with all this so I just said nothing. "It's human nature to feel vulnerable at night, that's why most people normally sleep through it all." Oz said. When I still looked confused he went on, now he had a mysterious twinkle in his eye. "People take off their day masks and go from being boring and living one sided lives, to having their souls out in the open and being like passionate beings again.
Most are afraid of what they do so they choose to ignore it. It scares them, the world gets much more open during the night, even though it seems less. The way we have been brought up has always been that the night is dangerous, and in a way there are wisdom in those words, but no one every ever really lives out side the boundary's of society if they stay out of the dark, do they then?
All this confuses them and leaves them vulnerable to predators, which the vampire, among other things, thrives on. Night and darkness aren't some mystery no one can solve; in your religious eyes they should be blessings. You get out of the normal stereotype life and into a world that can be yours. No one seems to know that though, it all starts from when they are children their parents just teach them what they were taught as a kid, which was that darkness was dangerous. Which in reality is a lie, it makes you stronger and more passionate. Your soul comes out from the inside and makes you who you truly are.
What if reality it's self is only what one perceives it to be they look at things the way they were brought up to look at them. What if there is no reality? Just people looking at the same viewpoint of the world? What you think changes the course of your life." He had said as he stared out into the wood.
He then got up and went to bed. I came to him that night. "I knew he knew these things and that there was wisdom in his words, he was just so broken he wouldn't share it with anyone. He had given up on humanity in whole, given it a label. He had put up so many boundaries he was stuck in a corner" Karen said shaking her head and un-glazing her eyes from the memory.
Willow shook her head. This wasn't the Oz she had known so many years ago the passionate one that lived outside life's boundaries. He was one with insights to the world no one had ever seen before. He was always quiet but never to the point of condemning the human race and not giving a shit at all.
Willow sighed. She had really missed Oz when he had left but she never knew she had hit him that hard. She felt tears at the brim of her eyes but none fell, she had none left to cry. Karen remained quiet for a while as if remembering that night and then she went on. "He had a lot of sad ness buried beneath that cool exterior. He was always so distant and he didn't really care anymore. About anything.
He made a lot of money though, I'm guessing the only time he worked was when he needed more drugs." Karen said to no one in particular. Willow almost threw up. Dugs! She thought, her mind buzzing with ideas and images of a pale stoned Oz sucking back Mr. Clean in a real attempt to kill him self. Then she realized something,
"Oz worked?" she asked. "Yeah, he worked for this government company over his lap top. He set up the firewalls and decrypted long pages of what ever. He gets more $$ than a lot of top lawyers and does it all in about an hour. This stuff, it's so complicated it would take a regular computer geek about a month." Karen explained. Willow raised her eyebrows. "I thought he hated computers." Willow said remembering the first time they had met at the job fair. "Oh he did with a passion, he just did it to make $$" Karen said frowning. Willow sighed and looked at Oz's almost lifeless form.
"What did you do to your life?" She silently asked the pale feverish lump in the bed. A knot was forming in her chest and there was a lump in her throat. Mary entered the room and both Karen and Willow watched as she took off the coverings on his scratched up leg. It was swollen and red. There was green goop all over it and it was pulsing with Oz's weak heartbeat.
Mary finished bandaging it and looked grave. "It's getting worse, and it's really infected. We should be glad that he's not awake. I'm going to call the doctor and get him an IV to take down the swelling." She said shaking her head.
"I just wish I could do something more to help him wake-up, I miss his music." She said looking at his pale face. She looked around at the 2 other pale faces in the room. Both Willow and Karen had raccoon eyes, and not with make-up either. "You guys should really get some sleep. I'll watch him for a while." Mary added taking up a chair.
Our Scars Remind Us That The Past Is Real…
Oz kept on dreaming…
Little Tara and him were sprinting through the forest in the pouring rain. "Where are we?" Oz asked looking behind him and seeing a huge werewolf beast thing coming at them as they ran. "In my dream." Tara said looking horrified. Oz looked back over his shoulder at their 'situation' again.
It was huge, had really long white teeth was furry worst of all, it was catching up to them. They were weaponless and Tara was wearing the same nightdress as she had when Oz had saved her from that house. He made a decision and stopped. "Your going to see something really scary ok. But it's gonna be me. Remember it's me." Oz said preparing to wolf. Tara's eyes got wide and she nodded.
(Ozzy Osbourne- my jekyll doesn't hide)
Condemned to violence
Arrested by pain
inside the soul lies a man insane
Conceived in anger
Addicted to hate
the mutant child of a twisted state
Oz turned around and stared at the thing coming at them. In an instant he was a wolf. Tara let out a little scream but didn't run. Oz was relieved. She was a brave person he would give her that much. He than started at a full run directly at the beast when he got there he tossed it to the ground and they circled each other. Oz waited for the thing to make the first move. It moved to bite his shoulder and Oz dodged it and tripped it. It fell. But was back up in a second.
Beware the contradiction
Beneath the crimson void
'cos in the world of fiction
My jekyll doesn't hide
The rain had stopped and now clear a full moon shone through the breaks in the trees. Then the beast started laughing. It was a man's laugh. It was like a maniac's laugh. "Tinnnney Tara has a body guard now? No matter I'll just have to kill him too!" the voice cried. The beast was now a man. He was holding in one hand a cricket bat and in the other a bull whip.
A killer's smile with
A psycho star dream
Behind the mask things aren't what they seem
Unholy soldier
Disciple of sin
What kind of mind are you living in
"NO DADDY! I'M SORRY, I WON'T SCREW UP AGAIN." Tara shrieked throwing herself at his feet. "No excuses! This time I'm gonna kill you! This time your dead! DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! YOU FUCK'IN BITCH!" the guy said raising the cricket bat. Oz watched in horror as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he raised it still higher. He was going to hit her. And from the look on her face this had happened many times before.
You're preaching revolution
don't you mean genocide?
Behind this resolution
my jekyll doesn't hide
Oz stepped up and stopped the bat with his hand just before it landed on Tara's back. "Not today!" Oz shouted. "But you just might die bastard!" he added grabbing the bat and swinging it as hard as he could onto his chest. Tara's dad staggered a few steps and fell onto the soft forest ground. He got up.
Waiting to die for the every first time
All right, that's right
Waiting to die for the every first time
I don't give a damn, 'cos I think it's my time, my time
"This isn't your place boy…" he warned wiping the blood off his bleeding lip. Oz cocked his head. "She deserves it." He added in a whisper. "Why?" Oz remarked with a laugh. "She didn't burn and go to hell like all bad little fuckers do!" he said eyeing Oz with a mellifluous gleam in his eye. "You tried to kill her! This is NOT a bad little girl!" Oz cried motioning to Tara who was now huddled up behind a tree shaking and crying. Oz wasn't shaking with fear, he was shaking with pure anger. "She let her mother die!" he cried lunging at Oz again. Oz stepped out of the way and he ran into a tree. He let out an almost inhuman cry of anger. "How can you blame that on a little girl!" Oz said facing him. Tara's father turned around he was holding the bullwhip. "How dare you tell me how to raise my child boy!" he said snapping the whip.
The symbiosis
of murder and lies
what do I see looking through your disguise?
Fourth Reich dementia
Subversion ideals
God only knows what your secret conceals
Oz didn't even flinch his heart was beating like crazy but yet his cool exterior stood as it always was. He suddenly found the strength he had bottled up since leaving Sunnydale for the second time. And this guy wasn't going to hurt anyone again. As long as Oz still had life in his body, this guy was going down.
Who'll be the first offender?
Who will be victimized?
In your perverse agenda
my jekyll doesn't hide
Suddenly a blinding pain hit him in his leg, as the whip made contact. "You shouldn't have done that," Oz growled turning into the wolf. They fought for what seemed like hours and finally Oz stood all bloody over Tara's unconscious father. "Go to hell…" he whispered before daddy's body turned to ash. Oz took Tara in his bloody arms and cradled her in his arms the rain had returned and they were silent as the water dripped off their torn cloths and shirts as they walked out of the dark forest.
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