Lone Werewolf In L.A.

Chapter 4 - Attacked


A/N: Chapter 4...I'm looking forward to hearing you all on this one. i'm glad you're liking my story. So because you like it so much, I've updated so soon!

As always: Oz (And other Buffy and Angel Characters) Joss Whedon.

Aimee mine. -hugs-

Enjoy!


Previously:

She looked up at Oz and didin't bother to finish her sentence. Instead she stared and said quietly "Oz..."

"Hello Cordelia." Oz tried to smile.

"Oz, hi..." She frowned. "What brings you here?"

"I came here to talk. To you, actually." Oz replied.


Oz and Cordelia sat alone outisde. Cordelia had gotten them both a can of Coke each, but neither of them seemed thirsty. After the long silence that lingered once Oz had explained himself. Cordelia finally spoke.

"So why did you come to me?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said quietly. " I guess, you're the only one who's not in Sunnydale...I also thought speaking to someone I knwo would make me feel in some what better..."

"I can't beleive what's going on.." Cordelia muttered angrily.

"Don't be mad Cordy..." Oz told her.

"I'm not mad Oz..." Cordelia sighed. " I just can't believe you can be around Willow anymore.."

She shook her head and looked down.

" I know..." Oz replied "I love Willow so much...and I can't be with her. It's...it's like a Fatal Attraction...it can't be."

"And that other girl? She's going with her?" Cordelia questioned.

" Tara...I don't know fully. I could smell Willow on her. It felt wrong to me..."

Cordelia sighed.

"So that's it right? No going back?"

"Yeah...I guess I should just get myself a place here and see where it takes me..." Oz said quietly.

"You could always join 'Angel Investigations' you know, Oz" Cordelia suggested.

Oz looked down in thought. After a few moments silence, he shook his head.

"No...I'd just get in your way..."

"You wouldn't!" Cordelia protested. "You'd..."

Oz cut her off.

"No Cordy...I'm fine..."

Cordelia sighed and looked down at her nails. She shook her head.

"Is there anything else we can help you with?" She asked him.

"There is one..." Oz said sheepishly. "Could I stay here today and gets some sleep, I've been driving all night and my caffine boost isn't working very well"

Cordeila smiled.

"Of course Oz." She said to him.


It had been a long day. It was now about 7pm. Aimee had just finished her shift and was walking the long and lonely walk home. A bag clutched against her that was filled with bottle of beer. But she was kept content by one thing. The one guy that actually spoke kindly to her. he gave her that tiny spark to make her feel as if she actually exsisted. Like she was a real person. She wished she knew his name.

Aimee walked up the path and climbed slowly up the steps to her home. She opened the the door and was greeted by the darkness. A drone of a TV came from the living room. She tip-toed and peeped her face. A frail figure of her mother was sat in a musty arm-chair, staring dumbly at the TV set.

"Mom. I'm home now." She said very quietly.

Her mother remained motionless. Aimee listenly for her father. Perhaps the clink of an alchol bottle of the shuffle on the floorboards of the gaging in the bathroom. But thankfully, he was out.

"At bar" Her mother whispered as if she was reading her mother's mind.

Aimee nodded and walked into the kitchen. She sighed and quietly and quickly put the bottles of beer in the fridge. She took off her coat and trudged up the stairs.

Aimee walked into her room and was welcomed by the warm and comforting sense. She quietly closing the door behind her. Aimee placed her coat on her bed and looked out her window. She sun was beggining to set and the sky was painted like pack of oil pastles. Aimee lay on her bed and dozed off.

She woke a few hours later and the sky was now dark. She glanced at her clock and grumbled at the green blaring number that read: 9:30. Aimee yawned and streched. She got up, brushed her hair and grabbed her denim jacket. She quietly left her room, closing the door behind her.

Downstairs, her mother was still watching TV. She glared at an commercial advertising a new pair of sneakers. Aimee sheepishly told her mother.

"Mom, i'm going out. I won't be long 'kay?"

Her mother remained silent. Aimee gave up for a reply and left to walk the streets for a while to clear her head.


Oz tossed and turned he suddenly jolted upwards, his breath quick. He shook his head and sighed.

'Another bad dream...' He told himself.

He got up, grabbed his coat and quickly walked out. He passed Angel on the way out.

Angel frowned.

'"Where are you going Oz?" He asked.

"Just out...be back soon." Oz replied.

Angel nodded and walked away.

Oz noded to himself and walked out.


Aimee squinted as head lights blared past her. She walked past openings to alleyways, quickening her pace as she did. She hugged herself and kept her head down. A car slowed down beside her. Frightened, Aimee ran into an alleyway. She backed into the shadows, her breathing began to quicken. She watched the car almost stop then speed off once more. She sighed slightly.

A hand reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder. Aimee screamed as she was yanked backwards, she stared upwards at the face of a vampire. He snarled and grabbed her by the wrist. Aimee tried to pull herself free and managed to run down the alleyway. The vampired followed her. She looked behind her and noticed some more were following.

Suddenly she slamed into and cold body and was knocked off her feet. She looked up in horro at another fierce vampire. It towered above her and grinned evily. Aimee whimpered as a whole pack surronded her.

"Aw come on now baby." The vampire taunted her. "No need to cry now..."

He picked her up easily and pinned her against the wall. She was unable to squirm in his tight grip.

"Squirm all you want darling...no one's around." A female vampire purred.

The vampire holding her lowered his head against her neck and struck it's fangs in her viciously. Aimee gasped in pain.

"Some one help me!" She called in agony.

Aimee could feel the tight grip. She could feel the vampire sucking the blood out of her, some of it dripping down her neck. But she was suddenly dropped to the floor.

"Leave her alone!" A familiar voice roared.

Aimee slumped against the wall. She watched blurred figured moved quickle around her. A few minutes later and hand touched hers.

"Aimee?"

Aimee mumbled weakly. She felt someone pick her up and carry her somewhere.

Everything went quiet...


Thankyou's:

The Queen C: Not many of my friends are Oz fans. it's so unfair! Oz is the cutest! You're question is answered in the chapter. Hope you like reading my story.

purplpenguin: I haven't seen many Oz stories. We need more Oz stories people! I love Oz too! Mine!