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Summary: This is just my impression of what goes on in Oz's head before, during, and after he is a wolfie. R&R please.
A/N: This is just an idea I had one day while I was wandering around, wondering what to do with myself. This was inspired by Demonic Psycho. I was reading through her authored stories, and I read a summary to a Harry Potter fic she has about being a werewolf. I didn't have time to actually read it because I wanted to get my idea down before it left my head, because I suffer from short term memory loss, lol (an inside joke, though sometimes, I really do think it's true). Well, I've been babbling way too much, so here it is: My creation! (Ooh's and ahhh's from crowd) It's...ALIVE!...okay, just read the story. Thanks a bunch :)
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Every month, I have to sit in a cold, dank cage. Okay, so maybe it's in a library, but still, who wants to be locked up in a cage? I curl up into a ball in the corner, waiting for it to happen. Any minute now. I get up and begin to pace. I can feel the hairs on my body rise and begin to tingle. My skin starts to burn. I let out a painful moan and the transformation begins. Ever have that feeling when your whole body is being stretched and wrapped around a telephone pole several times over? No? Didn't think so. It feels like every bone in my body is being broken, piece by piece. Like someone is tearing me apart, limb from limb. Right when I begin to think that pain is just too much to handle, the transformation is complete.
I look around me, not knowing right from left. Where am I? I stare at the bars that are keeping others safe from me. I run at the bars, not knowing what I'm doing. It's like I'm there, watching myself doing all of this stuff, but it's not really me. Or, it is me, but I'm just a ghost.
I tear and scratch at the bars. There's something in the room with me. I can smell it. Human. The human walks slowly over toward me. I know this person. She looks so...familiar...her name. I can't quite place it. But then she speaks to me.
"Oz...Oz, calm down."
My mutated body melts just a little. Willow. I growl furiously at her and she slowly backs away. What am I? I can't even control myself, so I just let go of all feeling until morning.
I open my eyes slowly. The realization of what I was last night washes over me. Of course I can't remember anything though. But it's over. Until next month, that is. I look up and there's Willow. My precious, little Willow. She's looking at me with sad eyes, until she realizes that I'm awake. Her eyes light up instantly. I love that about her.
"Good morning sleepy head."
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A/N: Like I said, this is just an idea I had one day. Like it? Love it? Hate it? That's right, I wanna know what you're thinkin'. So yes, for all of you geniuses out there, this means review. I would really appreciate it if you did. Thanks a bunch!
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