WHO: Oz and Bellatrix (later Spike) WHAT: Werewolf, meet crazy witch. This is not going to end well. WHEN: Sunday night WHERE: Around LA RATING: TBD- WARNING CHARACTER DEATH! STATUS: In progress
At first glance many would think the lone guy wandering around the city foolish. After all, Oz wasn't the biggest of men, nor the most powerful. But he had the heightened senses and reflexes of a werewolf, as well as the sort of instinct for danger one could only get from years of living on the Hellmouth. He'd handled patrol a lot that summer when Buffy had disappeared, along with Xander, Willow and Cordelia and back then you could hardly have described any of the four as powerful.
So, when the Apocalypse was upon them once again, what else was a wolf to do but patrol? He even managed to get a couple of stakings in, young vampires still mostly unaware of their own strength. It helped stop him from worrying too much. Xander was sick, he feared dying. And he dreaded to think what effect that loss might have on Willow. Faith was dead and as much as his memories of the dark haired Slayer weren't exactly positive, by all accounts she had changed and was doing much better so Oz regretted her loss as well. And Buffy was under too much stress, trying to handle everything. He just hoped Spike was able to be as protective of her as he claimed.
He rounded a corner, before pausing, tightening his grip on his stake as his senses detected the presence of someone else nearby.