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By KaoticDark86
Xander walked into his room slamming the door behind him. Grabbing his duffle bag from beside his dresser he shoved a bunch of clothes in it. Then he knelt down punching a floorboard, making a hole where it was. He reached down into his space and pulled out an old Folgers can.
Popping the lid off it he dumped the wad of bills he'd been taking off of vampires since he started hunting with Buffy. A grand. He counted. It's just enough maybe to get me to L.A., Maybe if I get a ride, to San Fran. He put the cash into his pocket and reached deeper into the blackness of his floor.
And taking out the Government Issue .45 he's liberated from the armory along with the rocket launcher. He reached back in pulling out the holster and clips for it. He slapped in a clip and racked the slide to chamber a round. Slipping on the safety he put it back in the holster and slid it on his belt. Taking the second clip he put it in his coat pocket. Doing a quick mental inventory he grabbed his bag, Money…Check…Clothes…Check…Pistol with 2 clips and one in the chamber…Check. He headed out the door snatching a picture off his dresser as he left.
Walking out his front door and out of SunnyDale he passed the "Now leaving SunnyDale, Please come back again" sign. He sighed and stuck out his thumb.
Less then 30ft from the sign an old pick-up truck pulled over for the boy to get in. The driver a kindly looking old man stuck his head out the window.
"Where ya headin' kid?" The old guy asked with a toothy smile.
"Anywhere but here, thinking maybe L.A." Xander told the man while looking for pointed teeth. Not seeing any Xander calmed a little.
"Your in luck kid I'm headin' there. Hop on in" The man told him still smiling.
"Thanks" Xander said as he threw his bag in the back and hopped into the passanger side of the truck.
"No problem young feller." The old man replied to the young man's manners.
Xander didn't calm all the way down until the old man pulled out on the highway. Taking the picture out of his pocket he looked at the redhead giving him a hug. Bye Wills, He thought slightly teary-eyed. I'll miss ya all.