A/N: I know I haven't finished my last story, but I had a really good idea for this one. I hope this is worth readying everyone. :)
I stared out the window and continued to cry. The bus left town and I was totally alone. My mother had made it clear I was not wanted back. If you leave this house… don't even think about coming back. It had been plainly stated and her tone had been so literal. Spike was already down the street and I had had a duty to fulfill. I needed to stop Acathla from awakening. My main mission was to stop Angel… killing him if it was necessary.
Something had happened in there. A light shown and his eyes lightened with a new weight… the weight of a soul. Whatever Willow had done had worked and for a split second I thought he was mine again. I thought that he was saved… that the world would be alright again. Instead, a portal opened behind him and the demon had begun to awaken. There was only one way to stop destruction… I had to kill Angel.
"Hello Girl."
A stranger turned to look at me. Instantly my thoughts were interrupted and I was rushed into reality. The man was dirty. An odor emanated from his seat and my lip came up in a look of disgust.
"I said hello, Girl."
His hair was long and oily. His skin had a layer of dirt and foul gunk on it. His nails were long and rotting. The entire image of this man was completely off-putting.
"Didn't your mommy tell you it's rude not to answer someone?"
I stared at him. His crackly voice hung in the air for a moment until I finally answered. "No… my mommy taught me not to speak to strangers."
His eyes darkened and he slipped a flask from his coat and took a big swig. "Well Girl… you need to be taught proper manners." The man stood up and wavered a bit. The bus driver looked up from the road and hollered for the man to sit down. Naturally, the over-intoxicated man did not listen. He carried on and caused a huge scene. Soon the bus was pulled over and the driver was heading to the back to confront the drunk.
"I asked you to sit down and shut up. If you are not going to abide by bus rules then I will have to ask you to exit the bus at the next stop."
The man laughed. His mind was obviously too drowned for any rational thought. "Oh come on," He said. "I was just talking with the girl."
The bus driver turned to look at me. "Do you know this man?" He asked. I shook my head. "I thought so."
The man pushed passed the driver and took me by the arm, pulling me up. Within minutes I had him spun around with his arm twisted painfully behind him. He grimaced and began hollering out. The driver stared at me with an odd expression.
"Ma'am… please let him go?" His arms came up in a protective stance. Suddenly I was the one to fear.
I let the man go and took a step back. The driver seemed to calm down a bit but the worry was not all gone. Everyone on the bus became unbearably silent. All eyes were on me.
"I think we just need to calm down here. Ma'am, please sit back down. Sir, you are to ride in the front. If you do not like it… I will have to take authority." The man took another drink from his flask before the driver took it. "And you don't need this to do it."
I sat back down and looked around me. Everyone had seemed to move on so I resumed staring out the window. Soon images began to blur and I was left unconscious… dreaming of home.