The Smell
TITLE: The Smell
AUTHOR: Rich (Starbug42)
RATING: PG-13 for language.
DISCLAIMER: If you think I'm making money off this, you're sadder than I am.
FEEDBACK: Oh, sweet Mother of All that is Good and Pure...PLEASE!
SUMMARY: Oz goes over the pros and cons of being a werewolf on his way
somewhere. Fun.
DISTRIBUTION: Beg me. Go on, beg!
This is dedicated to the lovely lady who opened her heart to me. You know
who you are. And I don't care what you look like. *I* think you're
beautiful.
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"The Smell" 1/1
I hate this damned werewolf thing. All your senses perk up at the least
little thing. A bug is crawling across the bedroom carpet, you can hear it.
You can taste the morning toothpaste for hours. Not to mention the smell.
I'm not talking about werewolves who don't shower or anything like that. I
mean, you can smell everything. And not just physical smells. Like when the
girl sitting behind you on the bus has too much perfume on or when your dad
was in the bathroom doing you know what all morning. I'm talking about
emotional smells. I can smell feelings.
Someone that's all sad. This girl's boyfriend just dumped her and she's been
crying all morning. That reeks. Sometimes the smell can be overpowering and
can almost make me faint worse than onions on someone's breath. Like lust.
One time I walked past an X Rated movie theater and almost went into a coma.
Some of them are great smells. Love has got to be the best. It's better
that the smell of a rose or your favorite meal cooking in the kitchen. Love
smells like roast beef. Okay, I know that sounds stupid but it's the truth.
I'm not being metaphorical. Love literally smells like roast beef. But it's
different. It fills you up and makes you feel good about myself. One of the
reasons why I always had a smile on my face whenever Willow was around.
Which brings me to the next smell. Fear. Fear is the worst emotional smell
on earth. Whenever Willow is in trouble I can smell her fear. Sometimes
it's not so bad. When it's something like, "Oh dear God, I'm going to fail
this test." Or, "This guy sitting next to me on the bus is freaky." Those
fears don't overwhelm me too much. It's the life and death, "World is
ending, holy shit, I'm going to die," fears that make me feel like I'm going
to throw up.
Like now.
I don't even know where she is. I'm assuming somewhere in Sunnydale, which
is the direction I'm headed right now. I feel like Toucan Sam. "Just follow
your nose..." Where ever she is, I have to find her. Even if it means
risking my life. Again. It just really sucks that the van broke down. I
feel kinda goofy. Getting alot of strange looks from the people on the
freeway. The rental set me back quite a bit.
And my white horse is getting tired.
THE END
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