TITLE: An American Werewolf
AUTHOR: Leah
EMAIL: fraser@escape.ca or sunnyhell44@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: All the characters in the following story belong to Joss Whedon and co.
SUMMARY: A story from Oz's point of view on life and being a teenage werewolf.
RATING: G

An American Werewolf

It's funny how the strangest things can happen in Sunnydale and no one

gives it a second thought. Take me, for instance. I'm a werewolf and

everyone thinks that's just great. In fact, I'm probably more normal than

quite a few people in this town. At least I can accept the fact that we

live on the Hellmouth. Another thing that I find funny is that I really

don't know exactly what "Hellmouth" means. Can you really put a definition

on that? I mean, Hell is defined as "the place or state of supreme misery"

and mouth is "the opening of a bag, cave, cannon, trumpet" and a bunch of

other things that I really don't feel like listing. So, now that I've done

that it makes much more sense. The Hellmouth can be defined as "An opening

to a place or state of supreme misery." Hm, makes enough sense for me to

move on to something else.

Being a werewolf definitely is weird. How many people do you know turn into

a wolf during and around the full moon? Probably not very many huh? Really,

ask yourself now, how many werewolves do you know? Other than my little

cousin Jordie, I'm the only one I know and I know quite a few people. I may

not like all of them, but I know them. So, you think being a teenager is

hard enough, do you? Try being a teenage werewolf, that helps slay vampire

and is dating a witch. Now there's a recipe for going insane if I ever saw

one. Life is hard, but I guess it's not too bad. I mean, all in all, I'm a

happy werewolf. That's kind of funny. I know you have no way of telling,

but I am laughing right now. Well, not really laughing since I tend not to

laugh, but more of a chuckle.

Graduation and prom are over and I have to go into the real world. What am

I going to do if I get married and it's not to Willow? "Gee, honey, do you

think you could lock me in the basement for three nights each month? No,

I'm not working over time, I'm a werewolf and I have to protect the

citizens." Yeah, I wonder how well that would go over.

I can't believe I'm thinking about life without Willow. I never knew such a

place existed in my mind. That scares me, it really does. How could I think

about such a thing? I'm more or less counting on her to be there forever. I

know Xander is counting on her to be his best friend forever and I only

hope she can fill both wishes, because I know his will be fulfilled before

mine. I know how much she loves him. No, calm down, not the love you're

thinking . . . although she did feel that way for quite a long time. But

now it's us. Willow and I, I mean. She loves me, but Xander is her best

friend and I really don't want to take that away from her.

Hmm, maybe I should stop thinking about this before it really depresses me.

Maybe I should go for a walk. Yeah, a walk.

***

It's cold out here. It's never cold in California, I wonder if something

weird is happening again. I certainly wouldn't doubt it.

People wonder why I never talk. I guess you know now why I never talk. I'm

too busy thinking all the time. Yeah, I'm normally like this. I used to

talk to myself, but my mom thought it was some brain problem so I stopped.

Now I just think a lot. But, why talk anyway. What can talking get you?

Unless it's with Willow or the others, I feel no need to talk. See, does it

make much sense for me to talk, when there's no one around that I feel is

worth talking too? Or maybe there's just no one around that would listen. I

think talking, in my way, if a form of affection. It at least shows you I

care enough to talk to you, or that I hope you're interested in what I have

to say.

I wonder if my kids will be werewolves. Wouldn't that just be a picture?

Willow going off to work and me babysitting a pack of little werewolves.

Chasing after them, grabbing their little tails, following them with a

pooper scooper. Doesn't sound very good, does it? Well, maybe we won't have

kids then, we'll adopt. Cause if we do, they'll either be part wolf, or

part witch. There's an interesting combination, in fact, it's one I'd kind

of like to see. Well . . . maybe just one kid. The rest we'll adopt. Part

witch, part werewolf . . .hmm . . .

Oh, where was I? Oh yeah, my brainless thinking. First, there's the new

song I've got to learn for the weekend. Devon's writing again (God help us)

and I've got three new songs to learn. Let's see, how did it go again? G,

B, G, A, E? No, G, A, B, G, A, F, B. Yeah, that's it. Whoops, there's

people walking by and I'm playing air guitar. Maybe I should stick to

learning the song when I actually have a guitar in my hands. That would

make more sense, wouldn't it?

Devon. There's something to think about. He's pretty cool, I guess. I mean,

he is supposed to be my best friend and all, but he's so weird. I mean

really weird. He's not like a werewolf or a witch or a mummy or a slayer,

but he's weird. More of less the extent of his thinking is, "Girls,

singing, girls, food, girls, cars, college . . . girls that is." Devon's a

player. I'm gonna tell you that right now. Don't ever get involved with

him. He'll break your heart. Unless that is, you're a player yourself. Then

please, be my guest, get involved. Maybe being pushed around by a girl will

give him the kick in the ass that he needs. But other than all that, he's a

good friend.

Let's see, I've already talked about Willow and that led to life without

her which depressed me. Now what? I guess I could talk about Giles. Man,

that guy can rock. What I'd give to have him as a friend when he was a

teenager. I'd turn him away from all that demon hellish stuff and turn him

to guitar. I'm sure he could play if he tried. He seems to have a natural

talent. But Giles is cool too. I know none of the others will ever admit

it, but if he wasn't here, we'd all be screwed. He's the life saver, he's

the . . . the . . . damn! I'm trying to think of some kind of comparison

here. Oh, he's the foundation of our house, no that's stupid. I think I'll

stick with, he keeps us together.

Well, I'm home now. My walk is done and I'm pretty tired. I think I'm going

to sleep.

Good night.

The End