Gwen
Gwen sat by herself in the dark, vast expanse of the school yard. She shivered slightly in the cold, shooting angry bolts of lightening up from her hand every few seconds. And when the anger and hurt built inside her, she'd encircle various items that crossed her path. Several bodies of burnt birds, rabbits, insects lay all around her. Tears fell rapidly from her eyes.
Oz sauntered out for a walk and spotted Gwen in the light caused by her electricity. He went over and sat by her on the ground.
"Hi."
Gwen wiped her tears away. "Hi."
"You ok?"
"Yeah."
"Smoke?"
"Sure."
Oz pulled out a handful of joints and handed one over to her. He lit it up for her, then lit himself one and then pulled a bottle of vodka out from under his jacket. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, then handed it over to Gwen. She took a swig and silently handed it back.
"You need to talk?" Oz asked, peering at her in concern.
She shook her head. Then sniffed as more tears fell.
"Sure?"
"I..." Gwen stopped herself and silently took another swig of the alcohol.
Oz sighed and lay down on the basketball court, where they were sitting, and patted the ground next to him. Gwen put the bottle in between them and lay down. Oz sniffed. "You're hurt."
Gwen looked over at him in surprise. "How did you know?"
Oz tapped his nose. "Wolf, remember? Show me."
Gwen rolled the leg of her pants up to show an ugly looking gash, where she'd tripped over, in her hurry to get away from Mordred.
"Here," Oz said, pulling a hankerchief from his pocket. He wrapped it around her leg and tied it up.
"Thanks," Gwen replied, wiping her eyes again. She angrily sent a bolt of electricity flying from her fingers.
"What's up?"
Gwen's lip quivered and her face fell. She started to cry as she explained the whole story to Oz, who listened and patted her shoulder every few seconds.
"It's just that I thought... well, I don't know. I'm immortal for him, basically. And then he goes and... and I don't care! I don't care, because I'm alright."
Oz looked at her for a second, then toked on his joint. "If you say so."
Gwen took another swig of vodka and rolled over to face him. "Show me you as a wolf. Can you do that?"
Oz nodded. "But... uh, I'll be sorta naked when I turn back."
"I don't mind, and it's dark anyway," Gwen smiled through her tears.
Oz shrugged and pulled his pants and shirt off, then shifted into the werewolf. He turned back seconds later and blushed. "Huh." He reached for his clothes and put them back on quickly.
Gwen grinned cheekily. "That was neat."
Oz smiled back and stroked her face, rolling onto his side.
She closed her eyes and leant over to kiss him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Gwen grinned and hopped on top of Oz.
And so Gwen and Oz did it. Hell, everyone seems to be doing it these days.
They finished up and Gwen sat up, wincing as she felt the grazed on her back from the rough concrete they'd been lying on. She turned to Oz while putting her clothes back on. She leant over and kissed him, her hands playing with his hair absently.
Oz pulled away and licked at her neck. She moaned. "Come on," she whispered.
Oz stood up and they went hand in hand back into Oz's room. She locked the door behind them and they proceeded to have another go of it. Thankfully, Devon was out.