I am so sorry it's taken me thing long to update! But here is chapter 2... The italics is a flashback...

After she had left the bus station Buffy slowly walked around Sunnydale. As she walked down the main street of Sunnydale, passed the Cinema, she once again lost herself in thought. Where could she go? She knew she couldn't face her friends just yet, and her mum had kicked her out. Angel's… she could stay there. No-one would look for her there, especially the police. The police, another force she had to hide from. A wash of pain ran through her as she thought of Kendra, her fellow slayer, caught in the nightly crossfire, the eternal war between Vampires and Humans, or just the Slayer. She was once again the only Slayer. Her thoughts then drifted to her friends, all in hospital when she had seen them last. Were they ok? She had to go check on them, but she wouldn't let them see her. Not yet. She walked the rest of the way to Angel's small apartment and felt fresh tears spill from her eyes as she sat down on his bed. She hadn't been in his apartment since she had caused him to lose his soul. She lay down on the bed and cried her heart out. She felt broken without Angel. Even when he became Angelus she could still remind herself there was the chance they could get him back, but now he was gone. She wondered how much he was suffering, after all Hell wasn't supposed to be one long party. She slowly drifted off to sleep once there were no more tears to cry.

When she woke up she felt awful. She stretched and rose from the bed. It was then that she remembered Snyder had finally gone through with his threat: she had been kicked out of school. Again.

Buffy walked into the Library, she looked around at the damaged room unhappily. She grabbed the yellow police tape and pulled in down, she didn't want Scooby Central to be tainted. She headed towards the table, intent on getting what she had come for and getting out just as quickly. The last thing she needed was the police to find her again. She noticed the chalk outline marking where Kendra had fallen. She slowed down and made sure not to step on it. A wave of sadness washed over her, but she knew she had a job to do, mourning would come later. She reached the table and paused, looking around at the objects left from the spell Willow and the others had attempted, the curse that would have given Angel his soul back. Now, because it had failed, she would have to kill him, hopefully before he brought about the end of the world. She reached under the table; feeling for the bag Kendra had brought with her, and then placed it on the table. She ruffled through the bag for a few seconds, searching for what she was looking for. She sensed Snyder walking into the Library and inwardly groaned. He stopped just inside the door and watched her.

"You do know this is a crime scene, don't you?" He said, Buffy looked up at him as he approached her. "But then... you're a criminal, so that pretty much works out."

"You know I didn't do it. The police will figure it out."

"In case you haven't noticed, the police of Sunnydale are deeply stupid." Snyder took a few more steps towards the Slayer. "It doesn't matter anyway. Whatever they find, you've proved too much of a liability for this school." He paused and took a breath. "These are the moments you want to savour. You wish time would stop so that you could live them over and over again." A smug smile moved onto his lips. " You're expelled." Buffy's only reaction was to reach into the bag again and pull out the sword blessed by the knight who first slew Acathla. She held it up and turned it in her hand. Snyder looked from the sword to the wielder and gulped. Buffy gazed at the polished blade.

"You never ever got a single date in high school," she looked up at him. " did you?" Snyder looked at her, baffled.

"Your point being?"

She chose not to answer; instead she headed towards the Library doors, making sure to lean the blade into the Principal's face as she passed him. He bent away from the blade and watched her leave.

What would her mum think? She had felt so guilty after herself and her mother had left L.A., she didn't want to have to put her mum through that again. She cringed as she thought of her last words with her mum. She would really have to make that up to her mum, maybe even sit down and discuss her destiny as the Slayer. That would have to wait until the police stopped their search for her. Was there anything she could do to clear her name? She thought not, seeing as her defence would be blaming Drusilla and the other vampires. That would just prove she was insane.

For now, she thought, she would have to settle for living in Angel's old apartment. Soon she would have to face the world, but for now she needed to heal.