Hey everyone who's read this, I just wanted to say that it means a lot to me, that you've read this. I posted this story and honestly thought that it would have 0 views. Thank you for proving me wrong.
Obviously I do not own these characters or anything like that, I believe those are the property of Joss Whedon…haha all I do own is my original characters and the plot
Thank you again!
"What do you mean?" I shouted, abruptly jumping off the crate standing straight, expecting an explanation.
"You're going to leave San Diego immediately. I am sorry but it's the only way. I bought your bus ticket. You have to leave as soon as possible for Sunnydale, California." Brenin said to me, hurt in his eyes for having to tell me this.
"Why Brenin", I practically screamed, "Why do I have to go? You haven't explained anything, you just expect me to get up and leave everything? My family? My friends? I have a life here, Brenin in beautiful San Diego. And you want me to just leave?"
My anger had risen and my face and ears felt hot now, as I stopped to catch my breath. How could he say that I have to just… leave?
This was the first time I had spoken to him like that and he stood there silent as well. Finally after a few moments of my eyes glaring him down, he walked away. He looked at his pocket watch, checking the time, only to be disappointed that a few minutes had passed. Once he had looked up again, I gave him the expression that asked for an explanation.
"I'm sorry but I can't tell you. You just have to make it to Sunnydale and find Buffy. She is the slayer and she will protect you."
"Brenin you haven't even old me what I'm being protected from. Besides what ever it is I don't need protecting. I can handle it myself." I said as I started to head t toward the door, a scowl stuck on my face, my arms crossed.
"Alyson. You must go" Brenin ran up grabbing my arm whipping me around to face him.
"This is the difference between life and death for you. Something is killing potentials and you must leave. Finding Buffy is the only way you will survive."
I stared at him for a long time, until my eyes started to water. I realized he was serious this was the only way for me to live. My eyes overflowed and I had sit down on the crate again to try to calm myself down. I wiped my eyes on my sleeve.
"I'm sorry, but you have to go and I don't know any more information on why. All I know is what I have told you. That something is killing potentials. You need to get away from here and find Buffy, the real slayer. That is the only way you will survive."
Brenin was glowering at me, in an effort to get his message across.
"Ok…" I mumbled my head in my hands, my hair covering my face. I lifted my head, running my fingers through my hair, my eyes still closed as I thought about it all.
"What about my mom?" I asked him, worried about how she would react if I left. "She'll be extremely worried about me, go looking or something."
"You won't be in the system anymore. No school. No cell phone. No credit card. Nothing. It's the only way you won't be traced. Eventually when this is all over, you can come home and explain everything."
"Everything? As in…everything?" I got up off the crate, starting to pace around the room. "Like everything about destiny and blah blah blah, why I've been gone?"
"Yes I will allow it. Once you get back but you need to leave tonight is that understood?"
"Yes…. mom's at work. Hopefully I should be able to leave before she gets back." I was thinking out loud, trying to come up with the best solution even though I knew that I didn't want to do this. All this leaving and stuff, having to leave my life behind till God knows when.
I suddenly stopped. I had to go home quickly if I didn't want to have to say good bye. I swiped the Bus ticket from Brenin's hand, running out the door and onto the street, heading home. The sun was already starting to set, so I had to make it home quickly, before my mom got home.
I had my key ready by the time I got to the door, already ready to swing it open and run upstairs. I packed a bag with the necessities. Tooth brush, hair brush, shorts, t-shirts, underwear, pajamas, and socks, not even bothering to fold anything up or make it organized. It all just went into the overnight bag, a big pile of clothes and things I would need.
I was throwing the bag onto my back getting ready too go when my mom's car pulled into the drive way. I saw her step out of the car, groceries piled in her arms. My eyes started to water as she kicked the car door shut and walked towards the front door. I shut my eyes hard and the tears over flowed, falling onto my bedroom floor. Going through with my plan of no goodbyes, I grabbed everything I needed crawling onto my window and running to a bus stop, as tears ran down my cheeks.
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