Oz watched Giles carefully bandaging his arms. It was funny. They didn't even hurt. Blood seeped through the fresh bandages. He remembered thinking they should hurt more. Truth was his mind was buzzing and his body felt numb.

He was dead, just so much meat walking around. Giles had asked, but Oz had refused to answer. He supposed the older man had put it down to shock. Rupert should know better. Damnit, the wounds were a dead give away. Why didn't he just look at them?

Oz sat still. His eyes wanted to focus on something, anything. They just kept moving, like green search lights. <God, how can this have happened?> Giles pinned the fabric. Oz stared down at his wrapped arms. Scars would line them, if he had lived.

Giles sat on the table opposite him. His face was so calm. It hurt Oz to see it. They were the only ones left. Devon, Jonathan, Nancy, Larry, all dead. And Now. Oz wished Giles would say something, anything. Rupert just sat there, calmly watching. His eyes betrayed him. A flicker of sadness crossed those light eyes, amplified in the glass of his lenses.

"You've lost a lot of blood." He breathed, leaning back.

<And gained some.> Pain burned behind green eyes. It wasn't supposed to end this way. The silence was killing him. "Damnit." Oz whispered.

Giles leaned forward. "It isn't over yet."

"How is it not over??" Emotion flared. Oz fought to regain control. It was hard because hope was trying to fill Rupert's eyes.

"Oz, you haven't died. You won't come back unless you die."

The fight had begun and ended so quickly. It was all the red haired vamp's fault. Oz had wanted her dead so badly. She had killed Nancy. She was a cold hearted undead bitch who murdered Nancy and now him.

He had run her into the fence. Her red hair had flared out like banner of blood. Her face might have been pretty if not for the makeup and the eyes. Actually something in the green eyes had almost touched him. It had flashed for an instant, then vanished as the natural wood burst her insides into dust. Maybe it had been her soul escaping.

Green eyes so like his exploding into dust, it had distracted him. Backing away in shock. Two vamps had grabbed him. They had shredded his arms. They had shredded their arms too. Mixing the blood had been fun to them. They had taunted him. They had welcomed him hunter to hunter.

Oz smiled slightly as he remembered the stake. It was wedged in the front of his jeans. It had taken so much effort. Oz had staked them both. Bathed in dust, he had escaped into the night.

She had killed him with her eyes. Innocence in the prettiest face of the devil had killed him. Red hair and garish red lipstick and those beautiful green eyes. She was his death.

Oz got to his feet, unsteady. "I'm going down to sit by the incinerator." Giles wanted to protest. But he watched Oz stumble to the doors. Will alone was keeping the boy up. Giles sighed.

"I'll stay with you, until the end." Giles offered Oz a firm arm.

The End