Stephen stared at the high school looming before him. Sunnydale high, he
chose it because it was right on the hell mouth and because he had to live
somewhere with cheap rent and real estate was dirt cheap in Sunnyhell, as
the residents called it.
It hadn't been long before he realised that he needed to go to high school. He needed money to live in this world and it was hard to find a job when you have no money, no education and no identity. The money part was simple he broke into the hotel safe and took $9,371, he felt it was his now that Angelus was dead, well dying slowly that thought brought a smile to his lips. He'd been smart though. He left a note in Angelus's handwriting giving a sob story about how they were going to go away for a while to bond and that's why they took some cash.
He had then bought himself a new identity from a demon specialising in them. Now he was Jack Smith, a nice normal American name. Today he started high school as a junior, a little old since his new i.d said he was eighteen but he figured he'd just say he sick as a kid and had been kept back. Plus this way he didn't have to have any legal guardians. This afternoon he'd advertise for a room mate, he'd rented a two bed roomed apartment and with a room mate and a part time job he figured he'd be able to survive. The money he stole was his back up emergency money. He wouldn't touch it unless he needed to badly. Now he had to set this new life in motion. All he had to do was enter the high school and he was set.
Lily sat in a café reading the accommodation pages. New York didn't work out, what they didn't say in the song was that it was impossible to live there if you didn't have a lot of cash. So now she was in California, Sunnydale to be exact. She was going back to school. She had quit when her parents died in car crash and that was three years ago. She was going to be the only eighteen year old junior in the school. She had inherited a small trust fund from her parents last month when she turned eighteen on the condition that she went to school. Her life as a travelling nomad was over but she'd been a lot of places and grown up a lot and the watcher had finally given up and left her alone. She was free. A little too free, she needed a place to stay and to sign up for school that had started today but she needed an address to enrol. As she scanned the pages she started calling numbers.
It hadn't been long before he realised that he needed to go to high school. He needed money to live in this world and it was hard to find a job when you have no money, no education and no identity. The money part was simple he broke into the hotel safe and took $9,371, he felt it was his now that Angelus was dead, well dying slowly that thought brought a smile to his lips. He'd been smart though. He left a note in Angelus's handwriting giving a sob story about how they were going to go away for a while to bond and that's why they took some cash.
He had then bought himself a new identity from a demon specialising in them. Now he was Jack Smith, a nice normal American name. Today he started high school as a junior, a little old since his new i.d said he was eighteen but he figured he'd just say he sick as a kid and had been kept back. Plus this way he didn't have to have any legal guardians. This afternoon he'd advertise for a room mate, he'd rented a two bed roomed apartment and with a room mate and a part time job he figured he'd be able to survive. The money he stole was his back up emergency money. He wouldn't touch it unless he needed to badly. Now he had to set this new life in motion. All he had to do was enter the high school and he was set.
Lily sat in a café reading the accommodation pages. New York didn't work out, what they didn't say in the song was that it was impossible to live there if you didn't have a lot of cash. So now she was in California, Sunnydale to be exact. She was going back to school. She had quit when her parents died in car crash and that was three years ago. She was going to be the only eighteen year old junior in the school. She had inherited a small trust fund from her parents last month when she turned eighteen on the condition that she went to school. Her life as a travelling nomad was over but she'd been a lot of places and grown up a lot and the watcher had finally given up and left her alone. She was free. A little too free, she needed a place to stay and to sign up for school that had started today but she needed an address to enrol. As she scanned the pages she started calling numbers.