The Male Slayer - A Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction

III. Slave to the Master (Chapter 3)

James woke up the next morning and found that nobody else was in the room. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until he heard the faucet running in the bathroom. He got up and looked in to find Oz looking at himself in the mirror, almost in a trance.

"Oz?" James asked gently. 

"Sorry, do you need to use the john?" Oz asked, snapping out of his trance and turned the faucet off. 

"No, I'm good. I just wanted to, um, apologise about, well everything really." James started, leaning against the door frame. "I should have said something, I suppose. I guess I was just scared or that it was irrelevant to the reason we were here or something. It's my bad, and I'm sorry." 

Oz looked at James with an indeterminable look. "It's fine man, I understand. I'd be wary too before telling a Werewolf anything like that." he said, making James relax instantly. "I guess a part of me still loves Willow, but at least it's nice to know I wasn't the only guy who got screwed over in the end." 

James smiled lightly in response, "So we're cool?" 

"We're cool." Oz replied, patting James on the arm.

"Hey." Lewis said, poking his head from behind James.

"Hey." James and Oz said in unison with the same emotionless tone. 

"We're movin'." he told them, nodding his head.

"Let's go, boys." James said, turning around and heading out. 

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The four of them were back in the van, in the same circumstances as last time; Oz driving, Marcie in the passenger seat, while James and Lewis get thrown around the back of the van. They were approaching the monastery when the ground began to shake, extremely violently. None of them said anything to each other, but exchanged glances of urgency. They parked the van and hopped out, sprinting towards the monastery as fast as they could. 

"We could really use the wolf right about now, Oz!" James shouted at him as they were running. 

Oz nodded and begins to transform, bending down on all-fours, never breaking his sprint. As he finished his transformation, the four reached the monastery and ran in the front entrance.

"Oh god, I hope we're not too late." Marcie said as they all sprinted down the hallway, desperately heading for the room that the monks were in yesterday.

"We'll be fine." Lewis replied, firmly. 

"Where are all the monks?" James asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead off with his sleeve, "And how big is this damn place?!" 

"It's right here on the right!" Marcie pointed as they approached the room with haste. 

"Let's rock and-" James started, heading into the room before he stopped immediately.

"Roll?" The Master said, noticing the four enter.

"Oh, shit!" James exclaimed, noticing the dead monks laying around the room. Seemingly everywhere he looked, there was a corpse.

"Come now, why such foul language?" the Master said gently. "Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting you to get here so soon." 

Oz began to snarl at the Master, getting ready to pounce. 

"Down, Oz." Marcie said, fear visible in both her face and voice.

"Wise choice, pretty one." the Master said, smiling at Marcie. "So you're probably wondering about what exactly I've done with the place. The monks were just pawns, they were no use to me."