Oz snapped his guitar case shut and slid it into the backseat of the van. He sighed and looked up at the bright lights of the Vegas sky. "And I thought I'd never come back here." He said to himself, running a tired hand through his hair.
"Hey junior!" Aren called, running up behind him. Oz smiled as he saw her; she was wearing the yellow dress he loved so much. She grinned at him, her eyes warm and happy.
"Hey beautiful." Oz said, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her lips and breathed in her scent.
"Looks like you're all ready to go." Aren said as she pulled away, eyeing his van.
"Yeah." Oz said, looking at her uncomfortably.
"You don't have to, ya know. You could stay." She said, begging him with her eyes.
"I would just get in the way, what with your Watcher training and all. Besides, Vegas is just not my kind of town." Oz said, gesturing towards the neon Vegas strip.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm going to miss you." Aren said quietly, running her hand over his shoulders. She reached down and grazed the scar on his arm. "I'm not sorry I gave this to you."
"Me neither. It'll always remind me of you. As if I could ever forget you." Oz said wryly. "Aren...I.." Oz started to say, but she cut him off.
"Don't say it. If you say it and leave, I don't think I could handle it." Aren said, tears welling in her eyes. Oz nodded in agreement, wiping away her tears. Their lips touched and soon they were lost in each other.
Finally, Aren pulled away and smiled. "You'd better go."
"I know. Besides, I think your new teacher is coming to play chaperone." Oz said, nodding towards a dower looking blonde woman dressed in a dark gray suit. Aren laughed when she caught sight of Lydia, the Watcher assigned to teach her.
Oz kissed her one last time and then jumped up into his van. He started the engine and looked down at her.
"Goodbye Oz." Aren said, wrapping her arms around her stomach.
"Goodbye Aren." Oz said, smiling grimly at her.
"Do you think you'll ever come back?" She asked him.
"Count on it." He answered, grinning wolfishly.
"You promise, junior?" Aren said, smiling mischieviously at him.
Oz smiled and hit the gas. He yelled back, "I promise!" And then he was gone.
Aren kept watching until he was out of sight, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, Lydia's arms were around her shoulders, comforting her.
"It'll be alright." The young Watcher told her. Aren nodded her head. She turned to her new mentor and wiped the tears away. She squared her shoulders and set her chin.
"So, what are you waiting for? If I'm going to be a Watcher, we'd better get started!" Aren said brightly, her heart still heavy, but her mind much lighter.
Lydia smiled and answered, "That's what I like to hear."
Oz finally got out of the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas and was back onto the desert road. He breathed in and caught the scent that would haunt him forever. Aren was still with him, and she would always be, no matter where he went.
"So, where to now Daniel?" Oz asked himself out loud. He reached under the seat below him and pulled out his handy Rand McNally. The map flipped open to Louisiana. His eyes lighted on New Orleans and he shrugged.
"Why not. New Orleans it is." Oz said, turning his gaze back to the deserted stretch of desert road before him. As the sun went down, Oz lost himself in his memories. He wondered if he would ever truly find a place that he could call home.
"Here's hoping." Oz said to the full moon as it shown down upon him. "Here's hoping."
Remy stepped out of the armored truck and into the sand. He was miles away from Las Vegas and well away from Maurice's influence. Now he could safely use the Jewel of Apollo.
Remy slipped it around his neck and waited as the sun came up. He looked towards the east and watched anxiously as the tip of the sun showed over the mountains. The rays moved towards him and Remy smiled.
Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation on his body and smelled sizzling flesh. He looked down and realized it was himself. Quickly, he dived back into the armored truck and closed the door.
"It's a fake. The fuckin' thing doesn't work! Dammit!" Remy cursed, ripping the fake amulet off of his neck and throwing it at the wall. The heavy gold jewel hit the metal wall with a bang and bounced back, hitting the head of the hitchhiker he had found. The girl whimpered and tried to move away from him.
Remy sat there, staring at the amulet and fuming. He picked up his knife and started cutting at his skin, hoping that pain would make him feel better; it didn't.
"Alright. No problem. I'll just go somewhere. Start fresh. Sin City was getting boring anyway." Remy said to the bound and gagged girl, who stared at him fearfully.
Night fell and Remy revved the truck to life. Soon he was on the road, but he was still pissed. Someone was going to pay for his loss; he didn't care whom. Remy smiled cruelly and hauled the girl towards him.
In the middle of the desert, no one heard her screams.