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Summary: When they learn that Oz is in NY, Buffy and Willow search for a way to cure him, unaware that someone else has plans for the adolescent werewolves.

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A Sunnydale Werewolf in Manhattan

A Sunnydale Werewolf in Manhattan

Part One

Written by Donald E. Fleming II

Story concept by Donald E. Fleming II

Disclaimer: Original Gargoyles characters are the property of Disney and Buena Vistas Studios. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and related characters and storylines are the property of Warner Bros. Other Gargoyle characters are the property of The Gargoyle Saga (TGS) writing staff. All characters are being used without permission of their creators.

Note: This fanfic was written and posted prior to the May 2, 2000 episode of ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’, which featured the brief return of Seth Green’s character Oz to the show. As such, there will be continuity conflicts between this fanfic and the current ‘Slayer’ storyline. This is unfortunate and unavoidable, but should in no way detract from the story. If you are one of those who don’t like such conflicts, my apologies to you.


June 17, 2000

The Labyrinth, Manhattan.

He was closer to his prey now. He could smell her fear as she ran through the darkness, and he could hear her pulse pounding in his ears, even from this distance. Soon his hunger would be abated and he could return to the shadows from which he’d emerged.

His prey stopped, and he slowed as he heard a new sound. A snarl. His prey had turned to face him; she was tired of running. He could sense the beast rising in her. She was like him, but not. There was a sense about her that was as primal as his own. Primal and raw. This prey would not be easy to take, the beast in him realized. This prey would fight, and fight hard.

He could hear her snarling louder as he closed the distance. He growled low at her, telling her in no uncertain terms that he was hungry and her cat-like snarl and clenched fists told him that she was ready for him to try.

He was dimly aware of the wall directly behind her. He had run her to ground and now she had nowhere else to go. He should have backed off a little; some small part of him told him that it was dangerous to corner his prey. But the beast ignored that, he had cornered prey before and they rarely fought back. And besides, he was tired of going hungry.

The last two nights had been frustrating. Somehow, his prey had always eluded him.

He’d pursued vigilantly, only to find that his prey had disappeared, seemingly without a trace. And then there was the odd sound of wings overhead…

This time, his prey would not escape. He had finally cornered her and his hunger would not be denied. He roared and leapt at her, claws ready for the kill.

She jumped over him, spread her wings and glided a short distance behind him. She had wings, he saw, and the beast growled in outrage. Not again, the beast roared. He would not lose his prey again!

His prey landed and turned back towards him, snarling menacingly. She still wanted to fight, the beast thought with delight. He took a step towards her.

There was a loud pop and he felt something hit him in the side. He roared in pain and turned towards the source.

There was another hunter standing there, holding something in his paws. Had he trespassed on this hunter’s territory, the beast wondered. If so, it still didn’t matter. This was his prey, and he would fight to keep it. He took a step towards this new threat as he felt his mind start to fog.

He tried to shake the feeling, trying to banish it. He had experienced this before, a long time ago, when he first began hunting for prey, and it always meant he would be denied his meal. He roared in outrage, and he felt the sting again.

He was going to be denied his prey. Again.

Delilah watched as the creature finally succumbed to the second tranquilizer Talon had shot him with. The mutate leader kept the special tranquilizer rifle pointed at the beast as he stepped into view.

"You had me worried," Delilah said as she relaxed. She braced her hands on her thighs as she tried to get her breathing under control. She was winded and just short of collapsing from exhaustion.

Talon stepped over to the beast and nudged him with his foot. The creature didn’t move.

"You’re lucky I was able to get here in time," he said. "You were supposed to lead him away from this area."

"He got ahead of me somehow," she said. She lifted up her right arm to examine it. The sleeve of the jacket was torn and there were four deep scratches on her forearm. When the creature had cut her off, he’d taken a swipe at her and connected. She had almost panicked, but kept her head long enough to lead him away from the Sanctuary. Unfortunately, the path she had taken led to a dead-end.

Something akin to barking caught their attention. They looked down the tunnel and saw Bronx racing towards them, followed by Hudson and Goliath.

"Are ye all right, lass?" Hudson asked, seeing that Delilah was holding her arm.

Her arm was throbbing, but she tried to ignore it. "I am fine," she said.

"Let’s have a look, anyway," Hudson said. He took her arm and examined it. "Fine, are ye? I think not."

Goliath looked at the injury. "That should be tended to," he said. "Hudson, take her back to the Sanctuary and have Sharon tend to that." As Hudson escorted the hybrid clone back the way he and Goliath had come, the lavender gargoyle turned to where the creature lay. Bronx sniffed at it hesitantly and growled low.

Talon rested the rifle on his shoulder as he approached the gargoyle. "I was hoping we’d seen the last of those blasted Halflings," he said.

"I do not believe that this is one of Madoc’s foot soldiers," Goliath said. "The manner of the attacks." He looked at Talon.

"Too brutal?" he said.

"Too primal," Goliath said. "These weren’t planned attacks, Talon. This thing," he added, indicating the unconscious beast. "Was hunting."

"Then you think it’s some kind of animal?" Talon asked. He turned as Bronx nudged the beast. Fortunately, Xanatos had seen to it that the darts in the tranquilizer rifle he had loaned to Talon had a heavy-duty dose of sedative. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He cautiously approached it and bent down to turn it over. "It could be one of Sevarius’ ‘pet’ projects," he said.

"No," Goliath said. "I think it may be something far worse."

"A werewolf?" Elisa said. "Goliath, are you serious?"

Elisa Maza looked at the ‘werewolf’ now safely enclosed in the special reinforced cage that had once held Demona. Talon and Goliath had dragged it back to the Sanctuary and locked it in the cage for safety’s sake. Bronx lay on the floor by her feet, still growling at the thing.

"Elisa," Goliath said. "Both you and I have seen far too many things to be able to dismiss this possibility."

"I know, I know," she said. "Fox turned into one every night for a month five years ago. But Goliath, she was under the influence of the Eye of Odin. And we both know whose got that now. Maybe Derek’s right. Maybe this is more of Sevarius’ work."

They turned as they heard the door to the lab open and Dr. Goldblum came into the room. "I think we can dismiss this as being the product of Anton Sevarius, Detective Maza," he said. "I’ve run every test I can think of and I have found no trace of the mutagen in his system."

Elisa looked at the werewolf. "Then it’s real? This is a real werewolf?"

Dr. Goldblum looked at his watch. "We should know in a few hours," he said. "Once the moon sets, he should revert to a normal human being. If not…"

"Then there’s something you overlooked," Elisa said.

"I’m not infallible, Detective Maza," the doctor said. "Only He is." Dr. Goldblum then turned and left.

"Humph," Elisa snorted. "I wonder sometimes."

Sharon sat reading while standing guard over the captive werewolf. Goliath and Elisa had left several hours ago and the clones had already left to await the sunrise. She was about to turn the page when she heard an unusual sound. She got up and looked into the cage.

"Dr. Goldblum!" she shouted when she saw what was happening. "Dr. Goldblum!"

"Sharon, what is it?" he said, running into the room. He stopped short when he saw what was going on.

The fur covering the werewolf’s body was retreating at an alarming rate. The face drew back and the tips of the ears became more rounded as they shrank. The feet and hands were changing as well. Where once there was vicious claws, there were now only short fingernails. As the young man turned over onto his back, they could see that the teeth had retreated as well.

They were taken aback when he opened his large compassionate eyes and looked at them.

"Excuse me," he said, twisting his lower body around to hide it from view. "You wouldn’t happen to have a pair of pants I can borrow, would you?"

Talon watched as the young man sat at the table and sipped the coffee. He looked at the mutate leader without a hint of fear or loathing. Many of the Labyrinth dwellers had long since stopped staring at the Mutates, but it still took newcomers several days, if not weeks to get used to them and the gargoyles. This boy seemed to take their presence in stride, as if he had seen far weirder things in his life, not to mention the fact that he himself was one of those ‘weirder things’.

"What’s your name, son," Dr. Goldblum asked.

"Daniel Osborne," he said. "Bust usually, I just go by Oz."

"That’s an unusual name," Maggie said. She came over with an old, worn out shirt and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said as he put it on. "I’m an unusual kind of guy."

"So, Oz," Talon said. "Where are you from?"

"California," he said. "Sunnydale, California. I was a student at U.C. Sunnydale, but I had to drop out for…personal reasons."

"I guess," Talon said.

"Why did you come here?" Dr. Goldblum asked.

"I heard reports that there were werewolf sightings here in Manhattan over the past few years," Oz said. "I was hoping I could find them and see if there was some way I could control the change."

"An interesting idea," Dr. Goldblum said. "But why?"

"I have a girl back in Sunnydale," Oz said. "I love her very much. But I can’t be with her, not the way I am. I want to find a way to end this curse so we can be together again."

"I can understand you wanting to find a cure," Talon said. "We’re all pretty much in the same boat as you are. But why did you come down into the Labyrinth?"

"I didn’t know that there were people living down here," Oz said. "Even when I changed back to normal, I didn’t know if I’d hurt anybody. Once the change comes over me, I just sort of black out." He looked at the people gathered in the room. "I didn’t hurt anybody, did I?"

"Nothing too severe," Dr. Goldblum said. "Lucky for you there were more frayed nerves than anything else."

"That’s a relief," Oz said. "If you don’t mind, I’d like to make it up to you, for all the trouble I’ve caused."

"I don’t know," Talon said. "You’re not going to suddenly wolf out on us, are you?"

"The good news is it only happens the three nights of the full moon," Oz said. "And last night was the third night. So I should be safe for another month."

"And then?" Talon asked.

"You can lock me up in that cage you had me in," he said. "It looked good and solid. Believe me, since I first became a werewolf, I’ve gotten real good at judging cage construction. I’ve even become a fairly decent welder."

Talon considered that. The cage was built to hold Demona, but it was designed to be able to contain even Goliath. It certainly could hold one adolescent werewolf. And they could always use a good welder.

"Okay, Oz," he said, sticking out his hand. "You’ve got yourself a deal."

Sunset, June 19, 2000

The Eyrie Building, Manhattan

Elisa was waiting for them when the gargoyles awakened with a roar. Goliath stepped down off his perch and swept her up in her arms. She planted a quick kiss on his lips.

"Evening, Elisa," Brooklyn said. "What’s the word?"

"The word is werewolf," she said. "One hundred percent, grade-A genuine."

"So he…" Goliath said.

"Changed to a human at sunrise," Elisa said. "I’m still waiting to hear from Derek to see if he changes again tonight, but if the stories are true…"

"Then he won’t be hunting again for at least another month," Goliath said, finishing her sentence. "At least, we will have sufficient warning."

"We have better than that," Elisa said. "Oz has agreed to go into the cage voluntarily next month."

"Oz?" Brooklyn said. He looked at Sata.

"Yeah that’s what he said his name was," Elisa said as she caught the expression on Brooklyn and Sata’s faces. "Why? Do you know him?"

"I don’t think so," he said. "But the name sounds familiar. Did you find out where he’s from?"

"California, I think," Elisa said as she took out her notebook. She had gone down to the Labyrinth before heading to the castle in order to get some information from him. He hadn’t been around, but Talon did tell her everything Oz had told him.

"Sunnydale, California?"

"Yeah," Elisa said. She looked at the former TimeDancer. "So you do know him."

"No," Brooklyn said. "But I know someone who does."

Sunnydale, California

Giles was going over an ancient text when the phone rang. He sighed and picked it up. "Hello?"

"I would like to speak to Rupert Giles, please," the feminine voice said.

"Speaking," he said. "Who is this?"

"It is Sata."

"Sata?" he asked. The name sounded familiar. Then he looked at the text he had been studying. A TimeDancer text. "Oh, Sata!" he said, finally remembering the lovely jade Ishimuran gargoyle. "It’s good to hear from you again. How is everyone?"

"Everyone is well, Giles-sama," she said. "I would like to speak with Buffy."

"Buffy’s not here," he said. "She’s out on patrol. Why? Is something the matter?"

"No, not at the moment," she said. "But it is important that we speak with her. And Willow."

"Well, can you at least tell me what this is all about?" he asked.

He heard a brief discussion on the other end of the line before Sata answered him.

"Tell Willow that we have located her friend Oz," Sata said.

That caught his attention. "I’ll let them know right away," he said. "Can you give me a number so that I can call back later?"

Sata gave Giles the gargoyles private number and then hung up.

The Eyrie Building

"Explain," Elisa said as Sata hung up the phone.

"We showed up in Sunnydale last month," Brooklyn said. He looked at Angela and Broadway. "We helped Demona get that jewel she gave you for your anniversary."

Angela remembered the gift. Demona had mentioned that she’d had some difficulty in reacquiring it after she lost it to the Sunnydale mayor over seventy years ago, but she never went into detail about what happened, or how she got it back. It surprised her to find out that Brooklyn had helped her, just as it had been a surprise when Demona whispered into Angela’s ear what the jewel was for.

"I thought you said you don’t remember what happened to you during your TimeDancing," Elisa said. Brooklyn and his family had said that they had little or no recollection of what happened to them, and now it looked like they had finally caught him in a lie.

"I do remember Sunnydale," he said. "It was one of the last places we hit before we showed up at the castle."

"And this Rupert Giles?" Goliath asked.

"He is a Watcher, Goliath-sama," Sata said.

Elisa was confused. "What’s a Watcher?" she asked.

"A Watcher is a teacher, lass," Hudson said. "He trains and prepares the one who is to become the Slayer."

"I still don’t understand," Elisa said.

"The Slayer is a warrior," Goliath said. "A young girl trained to fight and slay the dark things that prey on humanity. Vampires, demons. Those that seek to harm the innocent."

"Fighting evil, like you guys do," Elisa said.

"Yes," Goliath said.

"How many Slayers are there?" Elisa asked. "We certainly could have used their help in fighting Madoc last year."

"Only one Slayer is called, Elisa-chan," Sata said. "And when she dies, another is summoned to take her place. I am certain that had she known about the problem with Madoc and his forces, she would have gladly joined us to face them."

"It sounds like you know a lot about her," Hudson said.

"Not this Slayer, no," Sata said. "But I did know a young girl in Ishimura that was called. She and I were close friends, and in battle we were closer still."

"But what does this have to do with Oz?" Elisa asked.

"Buffy has a friend," Brooklyn said. "Her name is Willow. While we were there, I got the feeling that she and Oz were very close."

"Maybe that’s why he left Sunnydale," Lex said. "He didn’t want to risk hurting her. I know I wouldn’t want to hurt Liz if the same thing were happening to me."

"I think we should go and talk to this Oz," Goliath said. "Perhaps we can find some way of helping him."

"At least we won’t have to go searching for him," Elisa said. "According to Derek, all we have to do is follow the music."


The Labyrinth

The sounds coming from one of the refurbished storage rooms wasn’t what Goliath would care to classify as music, but Elisa seemed to enjoy it. She hummed to the tune as the music reached their ears.

"Ach, it sounds like someone strangling the cats," Hudson said. He looked at Claw, who had been covering his ears and apparently had the same notion as Hudson.

"We were just warming up," Oz said as he stepped into view. He looked over the new arrivals. "You must be Talon’s friends."

"I’m Talon’s sister, Elisa," she said, extending her hand.

"You’re a cop," he said. It was a statement, not a question.

"Detective," Elisa answered.

"Think you can help me out of a couple of parking tickets?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said. "What are they for?"

Oz took three tickets out of his pocket. "I’m not sure," he said. "I think they’re for overnight parking."

Elisa took the slips of paper and recognized Morgan’s particular handwriting. "I’ll see what I can do," she said. "Under the circumstances, I think he’ll understand."

"Thanks," he said, then shifting his attention to Goliath. "I take it you’re Goliath," he said.

"I am," the lavender gargoyle said. "And this is my clan." Goliath introduced Oz to each one. Oz was particularly impressed with Lexington who, after introductions were made, grilled him for info on his amplifiers, and Brooklyn, who seemed to share his taste in music, much to the dismay of Hudson, Claw and Sata.

"I take it you’re putting a band together," Elisa said.

"I was part of a band back in Sunnydale," he said as he and Lex tried to fix a malfunctioning equalizer. "I brought a couple of tapes with me when I left and some of the guys here really got into the lyrics." He closed the cabinet and plugged it in. "Okay, Lex, let’s see if that did it."

Lexington plugged in the equalizer and hooked it into the rest of the sound system while Oz began strumming a few chords on his guitar. His keen ear picked up a drop and he adjusted one of the controls until the sound was right.

"Thanks, Lex," he said.

"Anytime," Lex said. "You should see what I can do when I really get going on something."

Oz put his guitar away and turned his attention back to Elisa. "We figured we could do something for the community down here besides just work. Don’t get me wrong. I love keeping busy, but I still have that need for the music."

"You seem to have done a lot of planning for someone who’s been a part of this place for only one day."

"I like to keep my mind busy too," he said.

"Ever think of going home?"

"Sometimes," he said. "I know Willow’s worried about me," he said. "And more than anything I wish I could be with her. But not like this. Not until I get this all worked out."


The door to Giles’ home opened and Buffy, Willow and Tara came in.

"Hey, Giles," the current Slayer said. "We’re back." There was a light spring in her step. Her patrol had apparently yielded positive results.

"Oh good," he said. "Did you find the demon?"

Buffy dropped a pendant on the desk. "Found demon, fought demon, slayed same. No worry."

Giles picked up the pendent and examined it. "And no interference from Adam?"

"Adam’s been keeping a low profile," she said.

"I wish we could say the same about Spike," Willow said.

"You saw Spike?" Giles asked.

"Yeah," Buffy said. "He’s still pissed about the incident with Demona last month."

"It serves him right," he said. "Making a bargain with that she-demon."

"Demona’s not all that bad," Willow said. "I mean, it’s not like she tried to kill us or anything. After all, that jewel did belong to her, and it wasn’t as dangerous as we thought."

"Granted," Giles said. "But when you consider her history…"

"Who’s Demona," Tara asked.

"A gargoyle," Giles said. "Immortal by all accounts, and she doesn’t get along that well with humans." He thought for a moment. "Funny that should come up," he added.

"What’s up?" Buffy asked.

"I got a call a few hours ago from Sata," he said. "She said that Oz has been found."

"What?!" Willow gasped. "Where is he? How is he? Is he hurt? Are they sure it’s him? Has he…"

"Down, Willow," Buffy said. "I’m sure that Oz is okay. Right, Giles?"

"She didn’t say, actually," he said. "Sata only said that Oz has been found."

Buffy could see the anxiety building on Willow’s face. "Don’t worry, Wil," she said. "I’m sure that Oz is fine. He can take care of himself."

June 22, 2000

The Labyrinth

He was welding the grate back into place when he became aware of the eyes on his back. Oz put it out of his mind just long enough to finish the weld and turn off the torch. He took off the welder’s mask and turned to face his observer.

He found a strikingly lovely gargoyle behind him. For a moment, he confused her for Elisa.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello," the gargoyle said.

"Do you need anything?" Oz asked.

Delilah said nothing. Instead, she tossed her jacket on the floor beside him. "You did this," she stated.

Oz picked up the jacket and looked at it. One of the sleeves had been shredded. Oz realized by whom.

"Hey, look I’m sorry," he apologized. "I didn’t know. When the change comes over me…"

Delilah didn’t give him a chance to finish. She pushed him against the wall and glared at him. "You hunted me," she said angrily. "For three days. Why?"

She was close enough that Oz could faintly remember her scent. He had hunted her, he realized. Rather persistently too.

"I don’t know," he said. "I can’t control what the wolf does."

"But you are the wolf," she said. She watched as he flared his nostrils, as if taking in her scent. "Even now, you scent your ‘prey’"

"Delilah!" he heard Talon shout. He turned his head and saw the mutate leader approaching them. "What do you think you’re doing?"

Instead of answering, Delilah spun and stalked off, snatching her jacket from Oz’s grasp as she did.

"What was that all about?" Talon asked.

"I think she’s upset with me," Oz said. "Because of what I did to her."

"You couldn’t be held responsible for your actions," Talon said. "Even I know that."

"I wonder."

June 23, 2000


Willow poured over the books, trying to find a spell that would help Oz. Unfortunately, there were as few instances of curing a werewolf as there were saving the life of a vampire. Willow had given up on finding a complete and total cure. Right now, she concentrated on finding a way to reduce his aggressiveness.

"Are you sure you haven’t found anything?" she asked as Tara set down another of Giles’ books.

"I’m sorry, Willow," she said.

Willow sighed. The longer it took to find a way to help Oz, the sadder Willow became.

"We could always try obedience school," Buffy said, trying to lighten the mood. "Or a real big rolled up newspaper."

"I don’t think that’d work, Buffy," she said. "He’d eat the other students, not to mention the teacher."

"I think I’ve got something," Giles said. He read the text more thoroughly. "Yes, this is what we need. It’s a suppression spell. It’s supposed to be able to ‘suppress the beast of the moon’." He brought the book over and set it on the desk.

Tara shook her head as she read over Willow and Giles’ shoulder. "I don’t know if this will work, Mr. Giles. See here." She pointed at a section that listed several very exacting conditions. "It has to be cast at the height of an lunar eclipse," she said. "In the presence of the beast. And here it says that the one who holds the love of the afflicted mortal must wound the heart of the beast with a warrior’s blade."

"I don’t think I could do that," Willow said. "I’m no good with a sword. I couldn’t even hold a sword. And besides, I want to cure Oz, not kill him. Couldn’t Buffy do it?"

"I’m afraid not," Giles said. "Buffy certainly could wield a sword but she’s not the one the spell calls for."

"What kind of sword does it have to be, Giles?" Buffy asked.

Giles looked over the text. "It doesn’t specifically name what kind of sword, only that it must be a warrior’s blade. Why? What do you have in mind?"

"I’m wondering if Sata would be willing to part with her short sword for a few days," Buffy said.

"Of course," Giles said. He walked over to his weapons cabinet and looked through it. "Here we are," he said after a few minutes of searching. He pulled out a wakisashi; a short sword similar to the one Sata had, and handed it to Buffy.

Buffy unsheathed the sword and went through a few basic defensive motions to get the feel of the weapon. It was very light compared to the broadswords and other similar weapons she had used. She smiled as she sheathed it and placed it in Willow’s hands.

Willow reluctantly took the weapon, half expecting it to weigh a ton. When Buffy released her grip on it, she was surprised by how light it was.

"Okay," she said, still scared to death by the thing. A stake she could handle, but not this thing. "Now what do I do with it?"

Buffy turned to look at Giles.

"It certainly seems as though we have our work cut out for us," he said.

"Don’t worry, Wil," Buffy said. "I’ll walk you through it."

June 28, 2000

The Labyrinth

Delilah had avoided him as much as possible over the past week, Oz thought, and he really couldn’t blame her. He had hunted her, and he wondered if there was some special reason the wolf had chosen to pursue her over what would probably be easier prey.

Maggie was in the kitchen of her and Talon’s quarters when he came in.

"Hi, Oz," she said.

"Hey, Maggie," he returned. "You needed help with something?"

"Yes, I can’t get the stove to work."

Oz opened the top of the appliance. For safety’s sake, it was an electric range, which meant that the possibility of a natural gas leak was eliminated, but given the number of people they fed on any given day, it also meant that the heating elements were used to well above capacity. Fortunately, in the two weeks that he had been there, Oz had become quite the handyman and quickly fixed the problem.

"Thanks, Oz," Maggie said as heating elements began to glow.

"Anytime," he said. "But you might want to have Talon requisition a newer model from Mr. X. This one’s about had it."

"I’ll talk to him," she said. She looked at the stove. How long ago was it that they got this one, she thought. Two, maybe three years ago?

"You might have to twist his arm," Oz said. "Can I ask you a question?" he continued.

"Sure," she said.

"What’s the story with Delilah?"

Maggie set a pot of water on to boil. "What do you mean?"

"She’s different somehow," he said. "I mean everyone’s different down here, even the gargoyles, but she’s different even from them."

"How can you tell?" Maggie asked.

Oz tapped the side of his nose. "Ever since I went through my first change, my senses have been heightened. Sight, taste, smell. They stay that way even when I’m normal."

"I see," Maggie said. Like Talon, Claw and Sharon, her senses had also been heightened as a result of the mutation. "So you can tell that she’s different just by her scent?"

"Yeah, she has that new leather/concrete smell that Angela and Sata has," he said. "Along with a slight pheromone signature I guess that comes with being a female. But I can pick up something else."

"A trace of Elisa, perhaps," Maggie said.

"Yeah, that’s it," he said. "I wondered about why Delilah looked a bit like her, too."

"Delilah’s a hybrid," Maggie said. "When she was created, Sevarius combined Elisa’s DNA with that of another gargoyle."

"Interesting," Oz said. "Does Elisa know?"

"She’s known about it for a while now," Maggie said.

"And she’s okay with it?"

"She wasn’t at first," she admitted. "But she is now. In a way she even considers Delilah as her daughter."

"So who’s the ‘father’ then?" Oz asked. "Goliath?" He’d seen the way the detective and the gargoyle leader looked at each other. He had seen Willow look at him that way many times before.

"No," Maggie said. "Actually, Delilah’s gargoyle DNA came from a female gargoyle. And that’s a rather interesting story."


Willow swung. Xander ducked. Willow swung. Xander ducked again. As he was getting up, Willow’s backswing caught him on the side of the head. She gasped as he went down.

"Xander, are you all right?" she asked worriedly.

"Easy, Willow," he said as he slowly stood up, holding the side of his head "If that had been a real sword, you’d have decapitated me."

Willow looked down at the modified wooden boken she held. It had been cut short to give her a sense of the reach of the wakisashi, but she still hadn’t mastered it.

"I’m sorry, Xander," she apologized. "I guess I’m more comfortable with spells than steel…or wood."

"Bamboo, actually," Giles said. "At least you’ve managed to keep the breakage down to a minimum this time." The first time she had practiced, Giles had lost a table lamp, a vase and his TV set.

"Speak for yourself, pal," Xander said, still holding the side of his head. Anya came over and applied an ice pack.

"Here, let me show you again," Buffy said, unsheathing the real blade and going through a series of specialized katas. Willow watched, wondering how her friend could make it look so easy. I guess it goes with being the Slayer, she thought.

"I’ll never get the hang of this," Willow said, hefting the practice sword. "I’m just no good with weapons."

"Oh, come on, Wil," Xander said. "I saw the way you took down that vamp last week. You were a natural."

"But that was with a baseball bat," Willow protested. "And besides, all I did was knock him in the head. Buffy’s the one who dusted him."

"But the moves you put on him," Xander said. "Doing all that cool ‘Xena’ stuff the way you did." He thought for a moment. "There’s an idea. Don’t think of it as a sword. Think of it as a really sharp baseball bat." As Willow considered his words, he added, "Just let me get out of the way first."

"Perhaps, you’d be so kind as to take this outside," Giles said, just as Willow tried to spin the boken, only to lose her grip on it and have it knock a small hole in the wall.

Sunset, June 29, 2000

The Eyrie Building

Elisa watched as the gargoyles awoke in a symphony of roars and cracking stone. She smiled as Goliath stepped down and approached while the others quickly dispersed.

"I take it from your expression that everything is well," Goliath said.

"Couldn’t be better," she said. "And you?"

"I am still concerned with this Oz," he said. "His three nights as a werewolf will be upon us soon."

"Worried about a repeat of the last time we faced a werewolf?" Elisa asked.

"Yes," he said. "And there is something else."

"What?" she asked.

"Lexington has found some disturbing information on the Internet," Goliath said. "It seems that there is a hunter that specializes in killing Oz’s kind."

"A werewolf hunter?"


"I wonder if Oz knows about him," Elisa said.

"I am more concerned with where this hunter may be at the moment," Goliath said. "Oz’s activities last month may not have been as quiet as we had hoped."

June 30, 2000

An apartment overlooking Central Park

It was here, he realized. The one that had eluded him for so long was here, in New York. And this time, it would not get away.

There had been a lot of odd stories coming out of Manhattan in the last few years. Gargoyles, monsters, robots, elves. He snorted at that last one. Elves, he thought. Give me a break. But the first two he could believe, ever since Jason Canmore had approached him ten years ago to help him track down his Demon. Personally, he’d never hunted a gargoyle. He didn’t even consider it. Not when there were other things to hunt.

Like werewolves. He’d seen the reports about at least one appearing in Manhattan about five years ago, but he quickly dismissed it as hysteria over the recent and simultaneous sightings of gargoyles. The ‘werewolf’ had appeared over a period of a month, ending on Halloween, and he knew from experience that true werewolves appeared only during the three nights of the full moon.

Like the one in Sunnydale. The one that he had tracked across the country to here. He had lost that one. To a mere slip of a girl, no less. No, not a girl, he knew. A Slayer. The Slayer. She had taken his gun and bent the barrels with her bare hands. He’d had the opportunity to get back at her when Frawley invited him to join in on Slayerfest ’98, but he’d turned him down. As it was, Frawley didn’t get her either. But he put that behind him. He wasn’t interested in her anymore. Not when there was a werewolf to hunt.

He opened his gun case and began to assemble the weapon as he looked at the calendar. It was only a matter of time.
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