The First Time I Saw...
I didn't even see him first, not really. The first glimpse I caught was more like a sniff, a feeling. Walking past him on the campus of UC Sunnydale and realizing that I wasn't alone here. Honestly, I wasn't even sure what had drawn me into the drab existance of pathetic normalcy at UC but suddenly it was clarity. I knew exactly what I was doing there, because I could feel him. I wasn't sure where he was, but I knew he was there and he was meant to be mine.
The first time I actually saw him I was at my favorite place in this little dive called Sunnydale. Crooning and caressing the mic and using the full power of thrall to captivate my more than willing audience. You'd think that living on the hellmouth would make people immune to certain things, but when I got up behind that mic with Shy they were eating out of the palm of my hand within minutes. My gaze flickering past every single one of them, all lambs to the slaughter until I saw him....
Warm dark eyes, and reddish hair complete with the most beautiful wolf like features I'd ever seen on a man. Thornely could never handle me, despite the fact that he may have created me. There was never any poetry in him, no love for the kill, for the freedom that the wolf could give you. He was just another white trash trailer boy who happened to get bit by a stray wolf one night. But Oz? He was a creature of beauty and I knew it from the minute I saw him. For a second I thought I might be lost, that I'd have to turn my back on my audience and throw in the towel for the night. I could tell my other band members that I was sick or something. Then came the startling realization that he could feel it too and he was just as drawn in. That connection between the two of us when I met his eyes and I knew that he was supposed to mine.
MUSE: Veruca from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
WORD COUNT: 354
The first time I actually saw him I was at my favorite place in this little dive called Sunnydale. Crooning and caressing the mic and using the full power of thrall to captivate my more than willing audience. You'd think that living on the hellmouth would make people immune to certain things, but when I got up behind that mic with Shy they were eating out of the palm of my hand within minutes. My gaze flickering past every single one of them, all lambs to the slaughter until I saw him....
Warm dark eyes, and reddish hair complete with the most beautiful wolf like features I'd ever seen on a man. Thornely could never handle me, despite the fact that he may have created me. There was never any poetry in him, no love for the kill, for the freedom that the wolf could give you. He was just another white trash trailer boy who happened to get bit by a stray wolf one night. But Oz? He was a creature of beauty and I knew it from the minute I saw him. For a second I thought I might be lost, that I'd have to turn my back on my audience and throw in the towel for the night. I could tell my other band members that I was sick or something. Then came the startling realization that he could feel it too and he was just as drawn in. That connection between the two of us when I met his eyes and I knew that he was supposed to mine.
MUSE: Veruca from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
WORD COUNT: 354