Buffy
fanfic
By Stephanie
Hunt
The sweet, sticky air hit her in her face as she stepped
off the bus.
"So this is my new home." thought Buffy misserably,
already missing Willow, Xander, Oz, Giles, even Cordellia. But
she remembered her mother's words clearly, "If you leave
this house don't even think of coming back!"
She would survive. She had to. She didn't know when or if she'd
ever go home.
"Omph!" Buffy fell down as the cloaked man hurried pst.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, pal!" she called after
him as he headed down an alley way. She put her hands back in
her pockets suddenly feeling cold despite the hot LA night. She
felt her cross. The one Angel had given to her.
"Angel….." Buffy whispered to the empty street,
feeling her heart sink knowing that her only true love was suffering
in Hell.
Buffy suddenly realised she'd been walking through the streets
the whole time she'd been thinking. "Where am I?"
"Need some help little lady?" A scroungy looking man
in a trench coat appeared from the shaddows. The man moved closer
… and closer. Then Buffy realised this 'man' wasn't showing
his real face and before he, and his now demonic face, could take
a step closer she ripped the wooden stake from her hair and punched
in through his heart.
Poof! Dust covered her hot, shiny face as she pushed her fair
hair from her face and back into a messy bun held by her favorite
piece of wood, Mr Pointy who used to belong to Kendra.
"Well that's one thing to stop me from getting homesick."
The End
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