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Part 4 Willow sighed happily as she walked down the cracked sidewalk to the Bronze. She looked across the road at a small white house with a clean white picket fence and a small garden in the front yard. She was having one of those moments, the moments when everything seems so clear. And for once her head wasn't clouded with a million thoughts. And everything she had learned in her life seemed neat and in order. She felt very philosophical. She smiled thinking of the last time she had felt this way. She had been sitting on the front steps of the school when she saw the old man. He was sitting in his car, probably waiting to pick up his grandson or granddaughter. This scenario was common at school and wouldn't have drawn her attention so much except she realized how long the man had been waiting. He must have been waiting a half an hour or more when Willow started to wonder if he really had someone to wait for. As she was watching him he got out of the car with a bottle of Windex and an old rag in hand and started cleaning the windows. Starting in the back and making his way forward, and she remembered thinking to herself, * I'm sure has some deeper meaning, and I cant wait to find out what it is. * But she never did find out what it meant. Maybe because she never took the time to think about it again, until now. All these deep thoughts were coming into her head. * If you're ever going to write a poem Willow Rosenburg, now's the perfect time. * She was busy having a conversation with herself, so she didn't see the figure approaching from behind. She saw an arm wrap itself around her quickly, and felt a surge of pain run through her back. She tried to scream but could only gasp. * I cant breath. I cant breath. * She could feel the pressure rising in her head and her head and then she saw everything around her dissolving into darkness.
******************************************************************* "…I'm not sure. Did you call the ambulance? Yeah, she's breathing but she's unconscious." She heard the voice floating above her and tried to remember what happened. She was about to open her eyes when she felt a sharp stinging on the back of her head.
"Owww," she said softly.
"She's awake," the voice shouted. Willow cringed again at the pounding in her head. "Are you ok," the voice called softly. She opened one eye and looked up into the blurred face.
"Yeah, yeah I'm a fine," she replied pulling herself up into a sitting position. Her eyes started to adjust and she looked at the person again. This time her eyes taking in the whole face and the blue aura that surrounded it. She put one hand on the back of her head. "What happened?"
"I'm not really sure," the girl said softly. "I was walking down this street and I saw that guy jump out at you, so I ran up. He turned…and looked at me then threw you onto the ground, and stepped back into the bushes. I ran over to that house and asked them to call 911. That's about where you came in." Willow nodded, taking everything in. The girl extended her hand and helped Willow to her feat. "I'm pretty sure your going to be ok… but you should still go with the paramedics and have it looked at." The girl sighed and Willow shivered as she felt her cold breath on her arm. "Your Oz's girlfriend right?"
"Oh god Oz," Willow paused looking around. "I was supposed to meet him at the Bronze," her eyes flinched.
"Oh, that's ok. I was on my way to the Bronze to do a show. I could tell him what happened." Willow looked up at the girl.
"Oh, you're the new member of Dingoes. You would tell him for me?"
"Yeah, its no problem. But I'll wait here with you until the ambulance arrives." She put her hands in her pockets and looked around.
"No," Willow protested. "You'll be late for your gig, and Devon already has it out for you. I'll just wait over at that house. It's fine, really."
"Are you sure," the asked. Trying to look Willow in the eyes.
"Positive," Willow said dodging her gaze.
"Ok, be careful," the girl smiled thoughtfully. She turned to walk away and Willow looked over to the house where a woman was standing on the porch with a phone in her hand. She started to walk over slowly. The girl had probably saved her life, but there was still something about her that was a little off. She was pretty and seemed level headed enough, and she got along with everyone. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right with this girl. * Just give her a break, she's new and she just saved your life. Jesus, I'm pathetic. This is Buffy's job. Buffy, I have to talk to Buffy. On the small chance that something is going on, she'll know. * She walked up the steps and took a wet cloth from the woman and placed it on the back of her head. * This very much sucks. * In the distance she could hear the faint whine of siren.
**************************************************************** "Oz, man, she's late. It's her first gig and she's late. I don't think this is gonna work. A woman in Dingoes? It just seems so…against gods plan." Oz chuckled softly but didn't look up. He knew how to deal with Devon, they'd been friends for years. You just don't take the things he says to heart. He continued connecting the wires on the back of the amp when he suddenly felt a cool chill run up his spine.
"Hey Odessa," he said without even turning his head. He'd gotten used to the cool sweeps of wind that accompanied the quiet blonde.
"Hi Oz, Devon," she said nodding to him.
"Dessa…"
"Odessa," she interjected.
"Babe," he continued without pause. " I thought you were going to be here at 6:30 to help set up?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, there was an emergency." She turned to Oz who still had his back to her. "Oz, can I talk to you for a minute." He turned around slowly and looked at her soft pale face. He nodded his eyes locked with hers.
"Yeah, ah, Devon give us a second ok."
"Sure, because we have so many to waste," Devon muttered as Odessa took Oz's arm and led him a few feet away.
"What's wrong, what's going on?" He asked her looking back at Devon who was still muttering to himself.
"It's Willow," she said fidgeting her hands nervously. His breath caught in his chest, the way it had the first night he had heard her sing.
"Willow," he said slowly.
"There was an accident," his eyes shot up. "She's ok, but she bumped her head. She was on her way to the hospital when I left her."
"She hit her head, but…but she's ok. Are you sure?" She laughed a little.
"Yes I'm sure. But she told me to tell you that she won't make it tonight." He sighed in relief.
"She was more worried about you." He smiled slightly, a look of worry still showing in his eyes. "That's my willow," he looked at her, their eyes meeting. The color blue was so intense, it was like he was hypnotized by it. After a few seconds of silence Oz finally looked away. "We should probably get going, Devon looks about on the edge of a nervous breakdown." She laughed slightly.
"Yeah, we should. Groupie withdrawal." They looked at each other once more and then Oz quickly diverted his eyes and walked back to the amp. Odessa smiled, *It's happening again.*
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