Angel Season 4
What happens to Oz when the Sun is out in LA?
Buffy's over but the Oz writing Ain't. Don't sue.
He knew the end of the world was coming. The sun had been
gone from LA for
months. Angel had called him to warn him and ask him to keep blocks of the city
safe the best way he knew how. By killing vampires, demons, murderers and
rapists. Basically, he killed the monsters.
Unfortunately sometimes he killed everything he came in contact with and no
one thought about the consequences of having it be night all day. The moon was
out for 72 hours straight. Full and fat and making him change. Skin split, fur
ripped free of his humanity and choked it off and there were no herbs on
earth that could stop so severe a pull. Plus Oz was getting tired of the mask of
"Hello?" The pay phone's cord was tangled and vaguely urine scented. Oz held
the receiver away from himself. Willow's voice was wavery on the other side.
She wanted to know who it was. He didn't feel like telling her. Her scent came
through the phone ti him from Sunnydale. Coated in other feminine scents. She
was mated again, to another girl. Maybe that's all she wanted right now:
girls. But Oz was patient. Eventually she would realize she had loved him. Did
him. Would love him again.
He was mated too. To a blonde with a lousy attitude and a whole lot of animal
under the skin. She found out the hard way about Oz's little problem. Meaning
Devon got drunk and told her.... while he was trying to have sex with her.
Elise didn't give a shit if Oz had fur and fangs. She had claws of her own. Half
berbun demon she had wicked metal nails she painted pink and eyes of flame
whenever the sun was high.
So, why? Why did he call her every night to listen to her 'hello' get more
and more strained? Or even a slice fearful? Why did he hang on until the last
possible second before hanging up? Was it a game? Was it some need underneath
the skin to stalk an ex-mate? Or was it more than that? Or less?
"Whoever the hell this is, you better stop calling me. I've got some mad
powerful mojo, buddy and I'll... do something horrible to you." The slight fear
scent traveled through the line and the wolf inside him eased, relaxed a bit.
Maybe he just needed to make sure she was alive.
It was an evil world these days.
He left her dangling.
Her voice left alone in the dark, "Hello? Damn it Oz, stop calling me.
Please, Oz. Oz?"