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Disclaimer: All BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, Fox, Mutant Enemies, etc.
It has been a long time since I have been home. About twenty years. Well, home is relative because, I guess, I could call this place home. It does not have Willow or the Scooby-gang, but at least it is a comfort and help for my lycanthropy. Coming here was one of my better decisions, I kept Willow safe and I have learned how to change only when I want to. I can even tune my wolf instincts into my normal life and change in the middle of the day. It has been hard…. very hard, but I am coping with the strains of my new life. I learned my control techniques from a Master Werewolf. He was infected when he was young and became one of the first to master and control the wolf within.
I have kept in touch with one member from the group in Sunnydale. Buffy has written and called since the day I left. I know it is weird, but I felt that if Willow spoke to me, it would only make it harder for her to move on with her life. From what I hear from my “secret spy”, Willow ended up with Spike. I knew that there was always that possibility. I sensed their uniqueness and kinship from the day I met him. He always had a peculiar pitch in his voice when he talked to my Willow. No one else could hear it, but I did. I knew we were never meant to be. The fates were purposely keeping us apart, I just hoped, that one day I would prove them wrong.
Buffy also told me that she and Angel had moved in together. They could not get married for several reasons. Number one, he had no recorded past after his death and number two, being married would involve a priest and being blessed. She said they were very happy together. Emphasis on the very. At least my Willow is happy, too. From what I here she loves Spike very much and I just recently found out that Spike had turned her.
My sweet, innocent Willow…a hideous creature. Well, I cannot really talk with me being a werewolf an all, but Willow…. a vampire. It was just so unexpected. I cannot deal with this. I have to go back. I have to see the friends I left so abruptly, the friends that were always there when I needed them.
It has been so long since I traveled this beaten and worn road. The last time I drove down this, I was in search of a secluded reserve for my transformation from Werewolf-Oz to Oz-Werewolf. I had to learn how to control the beast and put myself first. I had succeeded, but in the process, I had lost my friends and the love of my life. Everything looks so familiar. The “Welcome To Sunnydale” sign that continues to be knocked down countless times, the trees, and Giles’ house. I have to stop there first.
I step into the warm home of the ever-patient, former watcher to find my friends gathered like old times in the den of his humble abode. Some things have changed. Willow now sits in the lap of Spike and Buffy no longer conceals her love for Angel. I take a seat next to Xander and then I realize…I am Home.