Three weeks had passed and things were getting steadily worse, Oz wouldnt let her out of his sight with out asking a tirade of questions about where she was going....the only peace she got was in class....Buffy and Xander had noticed her withdrawn behavior and asked questions and she just feigned sickness or fatigue from studying for graduation or the latest evil they were fighting...and what made it worse was she hadnt been able to be alone with Angel at all since that night...
Willow and Oz had just returned home from the bronze, (he`d practically moved in seen as sheila and Ira, willows parents were never there anymore..always away on a some buisness trip or another) and willow was still fumeing from the way he had behaved...Some guy from her buissness studys class had come up to her and asked if she had the notes for yesturday cos he wasnt there and so she had been longer than usual comeing back from the bathroom...Oz had immediately jumped out of his seat and possesively grabbed her arm leaveing finger marks and snarled at the poor guy...he actually snarled at him...Wills was rarely allowed to leave his side now...he always had one arm gripped around her waste....and when she did try and pry herself free she would get the insessant questioning...
"where are you going, how long will you be, what are you doing?"
...It was quite frankly scarey as hell....she needed her space...she was a feircely independant girl/woman...what ever she was,she certainly wasnt a lap dog or doormatt..but something in Oz`s eyes told her not to question him or fight back...
Angel sat once again in front of the fire thinking about his weeping Willow..hopeing against hope she was safe...He had been able to get her alone since that night three weeks previouse and it was driving him to distraction..He needed to speak to her..see that she was unhurt with his own eyes, close up instead of haveing to stare forlornly from a distance..Oz had been getting more and more possesive...he didnt think he had hit or harmed her again but Angel could tell he was on the verge of it and he wasnt going to be able to stop it...
Once again he settled down for night filled with tossing and turning and crying out willows name in his sleep...he had a bad feeling but tried to shake it off as his overactive imagination..
At about 4am he shot out of his bed..no remnants of sleep anywhere in him...Willow was hurt..he could feel it...Like a peice of him was detached and bleeding...He only had two hours until sunrise but he would gladly burn if it meant getting to her..He grabbed his duster and ran out of the mansion, not even bothering to shut the door on his way...
