Lost

Portalkeeper87

A/N: Writer's Block has manifested! Anyone have any ideas for what's to happen next? I've sorta written myself into a corner…Please, feedback!

Chapter 8—Can I Get Home Already?

"What happened back there?" Buffy practically yelled as she shoved me into a seat. Her Watcher was there, looking harried and rather exasperated. Probably with all the yelling. Willow just sat and stared at the floor, big Willow eyes looking depressed. Buffy was pacing back and forth, sure to wear a trail in the carpet.

"What do you mean? I was taking a nap! And suddenly people are barging in murdering and committing arson!" I yelled back. I had been truly enjoying myself, for the first time since arriving in this god-forsaken little town, might I add.

"Well, maybe we shouldn't have gone to save your sorry butt! Next time, remind me to leave you as the main course for those demons' next dinner!" Her face was red at this point, a vein popping out of her forehead.

"Dinner?" Sorry, but I couldn't help laughing at her aggravated state. She thought they were going to eat me?! "Buffy, they weren't planning to suck my blood, if that's what you thought."

The Slayer stopped mid-pace. "So what were you doing there, in a nest of bloodsuckers? Visiting? Having a nice conversation? Sharing in some nice, warm blood?"

"Well, actually, the blood was rather cold…" I trailed off, seeing Willow's already big eyes widen further in shock. Oh. That was sarcasm.

"You even had BLOOD? What type of sick freak are you?" Was this also a rhetorical question? Buffy began to pace again, faster than before. Finally she stopped again.

"Get. Out. You've been nothing but trouble, ever since arriving in this world. So just save everyone the time and effort and GET OUT!"

Fine. If she didn't want me around, I could leave. I had other places to be. I slid of the chair and stalked out.

"Buffy—" Giles began, trying to reign in his slayer. To no avail, might I add. That girl was a fuse, set to blow. Wonder how she made it through so many seasons, without blowing up on herself.

A few moments later, just when I was out of earshot of the scoobies in the library, I got slammed by a dark figure in a blanket.

"Watch it," I snapped, not in a good mood. The figure lowered the blanket. Oh great, the great big poofster himself.

"Allison? Buffy's friend?" he asked.

"The name's Alexis, Gel-Boy. And I'm not Buffy's friend." Done with that, I brushed past.

"Wait!" He had the nerve to grab my arm. I don't know why I did what I did next. Or how it was even possible. Maybe it was a side effect of the dimension hopping. I don't know.

I wrenched my arm from his grasp, somehow tearing his trench coat off. "Get off," I yelled, pushing him as hard as I could. Which really shouldn't have been that hard at all. I mean, I was a 5'4" freshman. A kid.

Angel slammed down the remarkably empty corridor, through a set of doors, through the exterior wall, and out into the sunshine. Screaming like a baby the whole time, might I add. Fortunately for him, his blanket went with him. So he didn't burn.

Too bad.

I picked up the jacket and smiled. With a shrug at my newfound strength, I set off to find my new friends.

TBC

A/N: Well, what do you want to happen next?? Drop a review!