*author's note: in this story, you can assume that there are large gaps in Willow's realizations about Oz's past and several things that he hasn't figured out how to tell her yet......
Part 3
"Oh, God, look at the time!" Buffy exclaimed, looking at her watch and jumping up from the Rosenberg's living room floor. "Angel, we need to go. I want to make one more patrol before I go home." She reached down and pulled the vampire to his feet, using just enough extra force to pull him into her.
Angel grinned down at her. "That, my love, was sneaky." He rewarded her with a kiss to the tip of her nose.
She beamed up at him. "Why, thank you. I was trying for sneaky."
"Xander and I need to go, too," Cordelia said as she gracefully stood, managing to kick Xander as he sat at her feet.
"OW!" Xander yelped.
Cordelia looked very satisfied. "I was trying for 'ow'"
Oz and Willow were still cuddled up on the couch, laughing at their friends. "I always like to see everyone get what they were trying for," Willow said in a satisfied tone. Oz tilted his head down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
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Standing just outside, the girl in black gripped the window sill so tightly that she left impressions in the wood. For the last hour she had been watching. She knew that Oz, the blond and her boyfriend had sensed something wrong, but they hadn't realized that she was there with them, watching Oz, HER OZ, kiss and cuddle that petite redheaded bitch. *Well, it's time to give 'em what they've been waiting for.* she said to herself, and mounted the porch steps. Her bootheels thudded against the steps as she walked up. She stood on the porch, closed her eyes, and.........
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All of the sudden, everyone in the Rosenberg house felt a blast of freezing air that whipped their hair and clothes. "What the hell?!" Cordelia screamed as her skirt flipped up around her waist. The T.V. turned off suddenly, and the radio switched on with an ear-splitting burst of static as the channel selector knob spun itself back and forth. Willow grabbed Oz as the radio finally resolved which station it wanted to be on. The sounds of Rob Zombie's 'Living Dead Girl' blasted through the house.
"Oh, shit," Buffy groaned as she pulled a stake out of her purse. "Something new on the Hellmouth."
Then, just as suddenly as the madness had started, it stopped. The house fell into dead silence. "What the fuck?" Oz muttered as he gazed around. The buggy feeling had gotten worse, much worse. "Buffy? What the hell is going on?"
"Don't know," was the tense reply. "But I think that we're fixing to find out."
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She approached the door slowly, making sure to make each step deliberate, so the ones inside would know that she had no fear of them. She reached into her pocket and removed her switchblade, casually thumbing the button to release the blade. She raised her hand and knocked three times, making sure that each knock was as deliberate as her steps across the porch had been.
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Buffy assumed a fighting stance on one side of the door, and Angel positioned himself on the other. The measured knocks resounded through the silence in the Rosenberg house. Oz rose from the couch with the second knock, somehow knowing. He stood protectively in front of Willow, and noticed with some detached portion of his mind that Xander had taken much the same stance in front of Cordelia, who stood with her skirt held down tightly in her right fist.
The door swung open.
Continues
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