I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING: BUFFY IS SOLELY THE CREATION OF THE GENIUS JOSS WHEDON AND TRUE BLOOD IS SOLELY THE CREATION OF CHARLENE HARRIS. I AM WRITING THIS STORY JUST FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT.
ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO DON'T KILL ME THANKS. I HAVE HONESTLY NEVER WRITTEN, NOR POSTED A STORY ONLINE BEFORE SO I AM TOTALLY CONFUSED ABOUT THE FORMAT PROCESS AND WOULD WELCOME ANYONE WILLING TO GO THROUGH THE TORTURE OF BEING A BETA FOR ME.
I watched the sunrise, as the bus pulled away from the curve. I had a long way to go, far away from here, away from home. Or what was left of it. Mom didn’t want me around her. And my friends they wouldn’t understand, how could they, they didn’t see. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window desperately trying to push away the memories, but they remained, stubborn little photographs that refused to burn. I shut my eyes tightening them painfully, trying to erase the shadows, my own personals ghosts. I really understand the saying, “One girl in all the world, she alone….” That’s me always alone, and here I am again, alone. Where do you go when you can’t go home? Good question, I guess I’ll find out.
She opened her eyes and stretched, before sitting up and looking out the window. Outside stood a medium sized building with a sign that proclaimed to the world that this was “Merlotte’s bar and grill.” She grimaced, a local bar. Great. She lifted her bag over her shoulder and climbed off the bus, giving one last glance at the bus, her temporary home for the entire duration of her journey from California to Bon Temp.
The heat hit her first. It was hot, the kind of humid heat that causes the sweat to glaze the skin in a sticky paste and the hair to frizz. She grimaced as she set her bag down and pulled the loose green sweater over her head, leaving her in a simple black spaghetti strap top with a rhinestone star on its front and her simple faded jeans. Shoving her pale blond strands out of her face she made her way across the parking lot and into the bar.
She made her way through the various patrons and into a far corner booth to think.
She slid into the booth and laid her forehead on the cool wood of the table, drawing herself further deep into her mind and ignoring the curious glances of the patrons and servers. Seeking out the blankness into her mind and willing the numbness to follow. A throat cleared beside her, followed by a drippy southern accent.
“Hiya there, what can I get you.” Buffy opened her eyes to give the stranger her best go away glare when her eyes took in the golden skin and shiny blond ponytail. The brown eyes showed intelligence despite the idiotic smile plastered on the woman’s face. Buffy took a deep breath and gave the woman her full attention.
“Hello Sookie. Been along time huh.” The woman blinked.
“I’m sorry do I know you hun?”
Buffy gritted her teeth. “Buffy, third cousin twice removed. Joyce’s daughter…"
Realization showed and the smile turned genuine if confused. “Hiya there Buffy, whatcha doin down south?”
“Looking for a place to stay, you up for it?”
Sookie frowned. “Um well……what about Aunt Joyce…I mean.”
Buffy grabbed her bags and made to stand.
“Its fine, I’ll just go.” Buffy made her way past Sookie and out into the parking lot. She walked over to the bus station bench and slumped down, welcoming the numbness that finally flowed over her at long last. She felt someone set beside her.
“Is everything okay Buffy. Is….is aunt Joyce all right?” Buffy shrugged staring down at the ground as she felt Sookie place a hand on her shoulder. “Buffy?”
“I’d rather not….” Sookie sighed. “It’s okay Buffy, you can stay with me all right. As long as you want I promise.”
Buffy managed a weak smile. “Thanks Sookie, I promise not to get in the way.”
Sookie smiled brightly. “C’mon inside and I’ll buy you something to eat, while I finish up my shift. I swear girl you’re thinner than a beanpole. Bless your lil’ heart.”
Buffy frowned. “Isn’t that an ass backwards way of saying I’m too skinny.”
Sookie chuckled “maybe.”