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The Mark of the Beast

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Summary: Oz thought being a werewolf was irreversible, until he met Jimmy. BTVS and Cursed

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Movies > CursedWillowFireheartFR1316880281530 Sep 0730 Sep 07Yes
The Mark of the Beast

Spoilers- BTVS- general S4
Cursed- entire damn movie…practically.
Disclaimer- none of the following characters, settings, etc belong to me.
Note- I have come to really hate this story. It is not what I imagined it to be, but it has remained untyped and has been thoroughly annoying me enough for me to inflict it upon you. I apologize profusely.
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Oz looked around the half decorated gym of Toluca High with a faint air of approval. The decorations weren’t half bad for a high school dance. Dingoes Ate My Baby were booked to play their big winter festival, apparently one of the girls on the committee was one of Devon’s ‘special friends.’ She had suggested the band and a lack of cheaper and better alternatives cinched the deal.

Devon slapped Oz on the back. “Oz, man, you find this Brooke chick we’re meant to check in with.”

“Brooke Mueller.”

Devon nodded. “Yeah, her. I’m gonna find Danni. Let her give me a warm welcome.”

He waggled his eyebrows and sauntered towards a group of teenage girls.

Oz shook his head and flagged down a passing student. “I’m looking for Brooke Mueller. We’re the band.”

“Brooke’s over there with Jimmy and Bo.”

Oz looked over at the girl talking to two teenage boys by the stage. He nodded at the student.

“Thanks.”

Oz shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled over to the three, casually side stepping crazed decorating committee members.

The tall boy with thick black hair noticed Oz first. “Hey, can I help you?”

“I’m Oz. I’m with the band.”

Brooke tucked a stray lock of hair up under her bandana and smiled brightly. “Excellent. Hi, I’m Brooke.”

Brooke gestured to the boys. “This is Bo and this is my boyfriend Jimmy.”

Oz raised a hand in greeting.

The short boy with curly hair, Jimmy, paled.

Brooke linked an arm through his. “You okay, Jimmy?”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah, ah, yeah I’m fine, Brooke. So, ah, Oz, that’s a real interesting scar you have there.”

Oz looked down at the hand he had held up in greeting, at the pentagram that scared it. It was one of the few physical signs of being a werewolf, luckily it was easy to hide or explain away… usually.

Oz shrugged. “Frat party mishap.”

“Uh huh.” Jimmy studied Oz carefully. He turned to Brooke with a large smile on his face. “Say, why don’t Bo and I help Oz and the rest of the band with their equipment?”

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Oz reached to open the door of his van, only to be pushed up against it.

“We don’t want any trouble.”

Oz turned, gingerly adjusting his jaw. “Funny way of showing it.”

Bo took a step forward, looming over Oz. “Don’t play innocent. We know what you are.”

Jimmy calmly studied Oz’s face. “You’re a werewolf.”

Oz raised an eyebrow. “Yeah.”

“What are planning for tonight?” Bo demanded.

Oz shrugged. “Play a few songs. Try and hit the right notes.”

“Very funny,” Bo growled.

Jimmy restrained him with a quiet ‘Bo’

“You’re not going to bite anyone?”

“I try and keep my teeth to myself,” Oz answered easily. “Full moon’s not till next week.”

“Wait.” Jimmy stepped forward. “You can’t control the change? How long have you been a werewolf?”

“Jimmy!”

“He’s not going to hurt us, Bo.”

“I’m a pacifist,” Oz said. “Pity the wolf isn’t. How’d you know about the scar?”

Jimmy grimaced and looked down at his palms before quickly rubbing them together. “My sister Ellie and I were infected.”

Oz looked at him sharply. “Were? You found a cure?”

“We killed my sister’s boyfriend. He’s the one who bit us,” Jimmy hastened to explain.

Oz sighed, shoulder sagging. “Not an option.”

Oz sighed again, then shrugged. “We good now?”

“Of course. Brooke would kill me if I lost the band.”

Oz opened the door to his van. “Better unpack this then.”

Jimmy grabbed an amplifier and started to head back towards the school.

Bo paused and turned to Oz. “I’m still watching you.”

Oz met his gaze with haunted eyes. “Good.”

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