A/N: Heeellooo. Sorry about the delay, admin deleted one of my stories and
I haven't been able to upload for a while.
A/N2: Umm, in case you're a silly little bean and you don't understand the bits with Buffy, it's kinda like a dream or a hallucination that she's having. Don't worry, it will all become much clearer with time. Sorry I didn't make that clear before.
Dawn slammed shut the door of her apartment, shaking with rage. That stupid idiot who was in charge of travel arrangements had messed it up again. She was supposed to be heading to San Fransicso tomorrow, where Buffy was heading in a boat. But, the guy had mesed up the details, and now she had only half an hour to het to the airport.
*I wonder what she'll be like. Will she still lo.* The thought came unbidden into Dawn's head and she quickly pushed it aside. *NO, I musn't think like that. I've got a job to do. Even if I still love her, deep down.* Dawn slammed her fist on the table, angry at herself. "Come on Dawn, get a grip!" she whispered. *She killed Xander, remember? And Giles' kid. She deserves to die. She's just lucky that we have another plan for her.* Dawn finished packing her bag, grabbed her keys, and left, slamming the door behind her.
The journey to the airport was long, and if it hadn't been for the tv and bar in the back of the company limozine, Dawn was sure she would have died from anxiety.
She arrived in San Fransisco at 7:30 in the evening. The night air felt cool on her face as she hurried towards the parked car. Her secretary had told her that he had arranged for the car to be there, and had put the address of the hotel on the dashboard.
Something cracked not far behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing there. *It's just your imagination.* Slightly freaked, Dawn took her keys out of her bag and ran the last few metres to the car. Just as she was about to pu the key into the lock, a hand gripped her shoulder.
"Aaah!" Dawn screamed, turning around. "Sorry, I just wondered if you had any spare change." "Oh, yeah, I do, you just scared me." Dawn reached into her purse, then looked up. "Sorry, actually, I don't have." Her voice trailed off as she stared up into the face before her.
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A/N: I'm reeaaaaaally sorry this chapter is so short, I can't seem to write for long periods of time. Anyways, I hope you liked it!
A/N2: Umm, in case you're a silly little bean and you don't understand the bits with Buffy, it's kinda like a dream or a hallucination that she's having. Don't worry, it will all become much clearer with time. Sorry I didn't make that clear before.
Dawn slammed shut the door of her apartment, shaking with rage. That stupid idiot who was in charge of travel arrangements had messed it up again. She was supposed to be heading to San Fransicso tomorrow, where Buffy was heading in a boat. But, the guy had mesed up the details, and now she had only half an hour to het to the airport.
*I wonder what she'll be like. Will she still lo.* The thought came unbidden into Dawn's head and she quickly pushed it aside. *NO, I musn't think like that. I've got a job to do. Even if I still love her, deep down.* Dawn slammed her fist on the table, angry at herself. "Come on Dawn, get a grip!" she whispered. *She killed Xander, remember? And Giles' kid. She deserves to die. She's just lucky that we have another plan for her.* Dawn finished packing her bag, grabbed her keys, and left, slamming the door behind her.
The journey to the airport was long, and if it hadn't been for the tv and bar in the back of the company limozine, Dawn was sure she would have died from anxiety.
She arrived in San Fransisco at 7:30 in the evening. The night air felt cool on her face as she hurried towards the parked car. Her secretary had told her that he had arranged for the car to be there, and had put the address of the hotel on the dashboard.
Something cracked not far behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing there. *It's just your imagination.* Slightly freaked, Dawn took her keys out of her bag and ran the last few metres to the car. Just as she was about to pu the key into the lock, a hand gripped her shoulder.
"Aaah!" Dawn screamed, turning around. "Sorry, I just wondered if you had any spare change." "Oh, yeah, I do, you just scared me." Dawn reached into her purse, then looked up. "Sorry, actually, I don't have." Her voice trailed off as she stared up into the face before her.
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A/N: I'm reeaaaaaally sorry this chapter is so short, I can't seem to write for long periods of time. Anyways, I hope you liked it!
