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Chapter Six
Nobody's Point of View
Buffy screamed. She screamed in frustration, in loneliness, in regret. And when there was nobody beside her to comfort her or even stare down upon her, she kind of regretted treating her fellow slayer's arrival so disdainfully.
What could she do now? Without transportation in an abandoned place, she was helpless.
Then again, that was Faith's fault. And that was something she should be angry about. Should be. She wasn't though, and couldn't pick out why. Faith had left her stranded and without any hope of return. She normally would be fuming, and ready to shoot for the kill as soon as Faith showed her face again.
But she wasn't.
And that bothered her.
So, lying back down upon the motel bed, hardened springs of the mattress digging into her back, Buffy kind of wished she had the Rogue slayer, sitting feet away, simply being beside her. She found that's how she liked her best.
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This truck had been tailing for minutes, bumping harder and harder into the bumper of the green Jeep, once belonging to Joyce. Faith had spent a few flying fingers out the window to them, and only got more annoyed when the truck attempted to push her off the road.
She sent a few curses, braking the car quickly, letting them zoom past. What the hell had that been? She wait a few minutes before finally putting herself back on the road, and out of Sunnydale.
She had been driving only half a minute again before, from out of nowhere, the truck was parked in front of her. Even slayer senses couldn't save her then, and the cars collided.
Everything had easily turned hazy and into a blur once the collision has so quickly happened, and the Rogue was in a bit of a slumber.
The truck though was empty of a driver and any passengers. They soon emerged though, coming from all sides it seemed. The preacher stood viewing the scene with a smile, while the bringers transported the unmoving slayer from one car to the other.
Hopefully, there would soon be a new ally.
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Read. Review. And sorry about that brief period in time where I didn't write a chapter.