A/N:- For Nereid (now Jolinar) who never stopped asking for more, however long I left you all hangingDisclaimer:
All characters, concepts and locations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions.Chains
He had vaguely anticipated meeting someone from his past when he came here. Coincidences had happened too often in his youth for him to not expect it. But when he saw her it wasn’t the girl he’d thought he would see on the streets of Istanbul.
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She smelt him long before she saw him. That aroma of leaves and animal that seemed to follow Werewolves everywhere.
But there was more to this scent than just that. This wolf stank of dark power though she could feel the chains of belief binding that darkness along with the beast, deep within him. And the smell of the power was so familiar it hurt.
The scent of the Hellmouth.
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They met and both knew it had been inevitable. Two Scoobies couldn’t travel the globe without meeting one another.
They didn’t ask how the other was, both could see, feel the creatures that roamed behind their eyes waiting for a chance to escape.
She touched the beads wrapped around his wrist watching with the part of her that could sense the supernatural as the slight movement in them affected the shackles around Oz’s wolf.
“Help me” looking up from where her hand held his she glanced hopefully into his eyes knowing she didn’t need to elaborate. They both knew what she meant.
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The next morning they left Turkey. Traveling into the rising sun, they went to find some restraints for Buffy too.