This will eventually be Buffy/Spike, so for all my Angel/Buffy shippers, I'm sorry I didn't make it clear. =/
Anyway, on to Chapter two....
Chapter Two
It had been exactly six days since Elizabeth had come up with her brilliant plan to get out of this hell hole called home. Since then she had spent every waking moment thinking about her escape to Sunnydale. She even dreamt about it sometimes.
Elizabeth had made a list of everything that needed to be done. First she had to make sure her scholarship was still there. She knew that by using the phone at home, or even her cell phone, her parents would be able to retrace the calls. So while she was out shopping, she used a payphone to call them. Luckily, her scholarship was still there. By the overjoyed sounds of the Dean there, she knew her father was right. They obviously did need more important people there. Not that she was saying she was that important. They probably wanted someone to actually come to Sunnydale, rather than move away from it.
She also had to figure out transportation. That day at the mall, she had also arranged for a taxi to pick her up five blocks away from her house. Tonight.
Tonight was the big night. Her parents were out at some banquet and wouldn't be home anytime soon. Elizabeth had packed everything she needed: her two sexiest outfits, her three most comfortable outfits, and her two most casual outfits. She just hoped they wouldn't get wrinkled too much, being cramed inside a Gucci backpack and all. In the backpack also enclosed three pairs of shoes, sexy black heels, flip flips, and knee high boots. The brunette also packed two weeks supply of undergarments and socks in her casual purse. Her purse also had a hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and other feminine products. The most important thing she carried, which was also the thing that would sustain her for a while was her wallet. It held an undetermined amount of money, all in hundred dollar bills. She had been to the bank lately. And she might have taken some money from her parents here and there. Elizabeth had never counted the money. She just knew that if she lost it, some homeless man could probably buy himself a week or two with a hooker in the fanciest hotel in California.
Elizabeth knew the risks of traveling with this amount of money, but for freedom she was willing to take that risk.
Her eyes traveled to the posh clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes until showtime, Liz. She moved her eyes to her full length mirror once more. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She couldn't look like this. Elizabeth knew her parents, she knew them very well. By tomorrow morning her picture would be all over the paper and on TV. Within a week, police all over the country would be looking for Elizabeth Anne Stanton. There was no way she'd escape. She studied herself in the mirror. What could she change?
Hair. Elizabeth loved her hair. It had taken her so long to grow. That was her last thought about it before scissors sliced it off. In three long snips, her beloved hair was in her hands. She looked at the mass of brown hair in her hand. She couldn't leave it here, then they'd know. What the hell was she supposed to do with clumps of hair?
Rushing into the bathroom, she took out an empty shopping bag. Throwing all her hair in there, she held back tears. It's gonna be worth it, a voice inside her said. Elizabeth looked around for a place to put her bag of hair. She finally decided that it'd be best to carry it with her and keep it. She couldn't let anyone find traces of her.
The brunette stared her reflection. She was a mess. Uneven, somewhat shoulderlength brown hair. It'll be blonde soon, she thought to herself. Or maybe red. Her eyes were puffy from the tears that almost spilled earlier.
She sighed. Contacts was something else she'd need. Change her make up too. Elizabeth glanced at her watch. Eight minutes. In three, she would leave.
Elizabeth knew she would look like the most bizarre person in the world with what she was wearing. Fit black jeans and a black tank top. Over the tank top was a black button up blouse. And to top it off, she wore a black jacket. It was her only black jacket. It wouldn't keep her warm, but in California, you didn't really need jackets that kept you warm. Black socks. Running shoes, not black. Elizabeth didn't own any black ones. I don't think they'll pay that much attention to my shoes. Or so she hoped. She even wore black gloves so they wouldn't be able to get her fingerprints.
Glancing at the clock again, she realized it was time. All the servants should be in their quarters right now. If they heard the doors open, they would just assume her parents had come home early. She hoped.
Not even sparing a last glance at the place she called her room for eighteen years, she quietly opened the door. Her bed was made to look like she was sleeping in it, a trick she learned from watching too many movies. A letter had been left on her desk, stating various reasons to her disappearence. No make up. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes. Her baseball cap was firmly placed on her head, hopefully changing her look a bit more. Backpack on both shoulders, purse over one shoulder. She was ready. Elizabeth tiptoed down the stairs expertly. When she reached the front door,she held her breath. Turning the knob slowly, she cracked the front door open, only big enough to let her small body through.
Once she was outside, Elizabeth felt a rush of air go through her system. A small smile graced her lips. The only thing that kept her from going into a full grin was knowing that leaving the house had been the easy part.
Stepping off her porch, she didn't dare turn back. The servants quarters were at the back of the house, but that didn't mean they were all there. One of them could be out and about doing God knows what.
Knowing this, Elizabeth ran. She ran like she had never run before. In her mind she thanked her father for never getting security cameras or gaurd dogs, despite her mother's ceaseless requests. As she was running through her rich neighborhood, she couldn't think of why her father had said no. It didn't matter though. She was almost there.