Anyanka sighed quietly to herself, sitting on the greasy bench outside of the Sunnydale bus station. She couldn't believe she was going to have to resort to such a primitive means of travel. After 1,100 years of teleportation, traveling instantly anywhere on the globe, now she would be riding a smelly, dirty bus to L.A., hoping that would be far enough away from Sunnydale to avoid the backlash of the Mayor's ascension.
She couldn't believe that Xander and his stupid friends were risking their lives in a futile attempt to stop the mayor. The whole town would be gone, razed to the ground, nothing but a stinking crater by the time the demon completely manifested itself. She had seen this kind of thing before. They really had no idea what they were dealing with.
Of course, their "Scooby gang" had effectively stopped her, turned her mortal. She sighed again, reaching up to touch the spot where her pendant should be, touching instead her 1,119 year old skin. But no matter how impressive she was, she was nothing compared to what was coming.
It was too bad that Xander was going to die. Even though he had scorned Cordelia, he was kind of cute. He might make being mortal worthwhile. Or at least entertaining.
She shifted on the bench. It was hard. And the whole area stank. Stank of humanity. A smell she was slowly getting used to again. Before she was always in and out so fast she didn't have time to notice the smell.
"Bus 114 to Los Angeles, loading now," the loudspeaker crackled.
She picked up her sweater and her purse and got in line, ticket clutched in her hand. She needed money. The money for the ticket had been hard earned, lifted from the pocket of an extremely fat man who had been sleeping in the waiting room.
Boarding the bus, she looked back toward the town of Sunnydale. If Sunnydale survived, maybe she would come back. Maybe she would come back and see Xander again. She shook her head, settling in a seat. It really was too bad that Sunnydale was going to be destroyed by a demon, and Xander too.
Leaning her forehead against the cool glass of the window, she sighed again.
"Goodbye Xander," she whispered. "I'm sorry you are going to die."