Lone Werewolf In L.A.

Chapter 7 - You Can Always Come To Us


A/N: Hi guys, hope you're all doing okay out there. Hope I haven't left you hanging to long -laughs-. After last chapters rather..brutal theme with Aimee. I'll make this one on a more happier note.

I don't own any of the Buffy/Angel Character.. -cough- Although Joss is selling me it on EBay...-cough cough-

Jones (My HP RPG Character) In Background: You really have to take some medicine for that cough...

-evil grin-


At least there wasn't much damage.

Aimee had cleaned up the broken glass on the bedroom floor. Her body felt tender and broken. Luckily the glass that cut into her foot and a little up her leg wasn't deep and there wasn't any glass stuck inside her. She wished she hadn't kicked her trainers off during the night. She walked into the bathroom to examine the damage.

Her left cheek was a little red, but her face seemed fine. The redness would go in an hour or so. She lifted her top to reveal some new bruises on her stomach. She winced and sighed. Her head felt sore from the struggle. She checked her neck. The band aid that was put on the previous night had remained in it's place. She carefully took it off and eyed it suspiciously. It would heal, but leave a small scar.

Checking that her father was out, Aimee took a quick shower. She watched the blood wash away from her limb, she wished that there would be no more blood or bruises. But it was false hope...


Oz yawned and walked down the street. He could see his friend waiting for him. He quicked his pace and smiled as he reached up to him.

" Hey Oz, what's up?" The dark haired guy greeted him.

" Link, man. All's good. " He replied.

Link nodded and they began walking together.

"So about this place?" Oz asked.

"Very nice." Link told him " Newly decorated apartment. One bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and lounge..."

Oz nodded.

"That's is the place, up there" Link pointed to a tall building. " Thrid Floor."

Oz squinted upwards.

"Nice..." Oz said quietly.

Link and Oz reached the empty apartment. The place was clean, tidy and was up to Oz's living standards. Oz had lived in much worse conditiions before.

"Price?" Oz asked him, sure he was going to live here.

" Since you're my friend, i'll make you a deal." Link told him. "You work for me, no rent."

Oz nodded.

"Work?" he asked.

"I own a club. The Green Room, which is about 4 blocks from here. I need a bar-tender. Interested?" Link proposed.

Oz thought for a moment. Considering this might be the only chance he'd get, he shook his head.

"Deal, i'll take it." Oz accepted.

"Great. You start work friday at 8pm. Here are the keys." Link threw him the keys. "See ya then." He said and walked out.

Oz looked around his new home and sighed.

Everyone starts somewhere.


Aimee sat in her room, cleaning up the glass. She was now clean and dry. Her wound on her foot was cleaned and bandaged and the mark on her face, had faded. Aimee carefully put the glass into a bin and sat on her bed. She winced and clutched her stomach. She had put on pair of dark denim jeans and a black t-shirt. She brushed her hair, sighing at some strands that began to fall out.

She looked outside at the beautiful weather. She looked darkly at it before getting up, grabbing her coat and stomping out.


Aimee wondered if she could find Oz again. Or those other people, that she had met the other night. She tried remembering where to find them, but she was too much in shock to of taken in anything. She sighed and trudged along the streets, her head down. Trying to think.

A few moments later she heard a voice call to her:

"Aimee?"

She whipped her head round, her eyes wide. It was the woman who had helped her last night. Aimee frowned. The woman caught up to her.

"You're Aimee right? From last night?" she asked.

Aimee nodded.

"I'm Cordelia, remember?"

Aimee nodded again.

"I remember...you and those other guys.." She replied.

"Angel and Doyle." Cordelia reminded her.

"Oh.." Aimee understood.

"Just wanted to know how, you were doing. I don't do it normally, but you're a friend of Oz's..."

'Friend? I'm a friend of Oz's? I don't even know the guy...'

"Well, were not exactly friends. I only met him yesterday. He came to the place where I work." Aimee explained

"Really? He treated you like he had known you for ages.." Cordelia frowned.

"He did?" Aimee asked, her heart melted.

Cordelia nodded.

"Well, it's nice to meet you again, Aimee. If you ever need help, you can always come to us.." She handed her a card.

Aimee read aloud.

"Angel Investigations"

"Yep, that's us! see you later Aimee" Cordelia smiled and began to walk away.

"Cordelia?" Aimme called after her.

Cordelia stopped and turned.

"Yes?" she answered.

"Thankyou. Can you tell Angel and Doyle that too?" Aimee asked.

Cordelia nodded and walked away.

Aimee played around with the card on her hands. She sighed and walked away.


Fank-oo!

Purplpenguin: Thankyou. It was rather short... -sigh- there is alot to think about, proabaly more to think about in this one too. Hope you enjoy this chap.

Writer-by-day: I've given you a good while. Hope it's been enought time fot you to read Half-Blood Prince. I read it in under 48 hours -dances- Here's the next Chapter, enjoy!