Nobody's Home

After a week of living in a derelict building eating nothing but scraps of food I dig out of the dustbins of takeaway shops I decide I have to move on. I expect Buffy and Angel will have left me for dead anyways.

I need money, and I need it fast, there’s not many people walking around for me to mug, I stand on the street and wait, I cringe as a car pulls up.
“How much?” the man slurs to me, I gulp and move towards the car.
“$15 for a blow job” I stutter, what am I doing…degrading myself to this…
“Get in” he unlocks the passenger side; I move slowly around the car and climb in.

The man drives up the street and pulls over into a dark alley; he unzips his trousers and pulls his already hard dick out. I move myself into a kneeling position in the car, and move my face downwards, I take a deep breath and I wrap my hand around it, moving up and down slowly, he groans slightly as I start the lick the head, running my tongue up and down the sides before taking it in my mouth, I get a steady rhythm going when I feel his hand move across my back to my ass, I sit up sharply and scowl at him, I’m not ready to be touched down there.

He apologises under his breath and takes his hand away, I move my head back down and finish him off. He pulls me forward to kiss me; I keep my eyes open trying to pull away. He eventually lets go of me and gives me my $15 telling me I was good and he hopes to see me soon. I climb out of his car into the cold air and wrap my arms around myself, I walk back to the empty building and fall asleep in a pile of old papers, maybe I’ll freeze to death in my sleep.

Ok so I didn’t die…yet, I’m so hungry I probably will. I feel sick though…I go on to spend the next hour puking my guts up in a dirty toilet out the back. I fall backwards against the wall of the stall and taking in deep breaths, trying to get rid of the queasy feeling. I climb up and walk unsteadily to the sink and run the tap, the water looks pretty clean, I duck my head under and drink the water to wash my mouth.

I walk outside and the sun burns my eyes, I might as well be a vampire for the amount of time I spend in the sun. The $15 wasn’t nearly enough to get me out of here, I need at least $60 to get a bus, and I’m so hungry I just want to blow the whole thing on food. I buy a burger for a $1 and head back to the building to wait for the dark to come.

Darkness falls and I make my way out to the street, I brush my hair out of my face and wait for another man to pick me up, I up the stakes and ask for $20 off one guy, he gives me it so easily. I go back out again, I hope I can make it all in one night; I just need to get out as soon as possible. Another one comes along and I ask for £25, he looks at me surprised.
“It better be good” he mumbles as I get in the car. I smile timidly and wait for him to pull over in the alley.

He pulls his trousers down and I lean forward, I run my tongue around his dick and suck gently on him, moving my mouth up and down the length of him. It doesn’t take long before I taste the salty precum and then the jerk of his dick as he comes, filling my mouth, I swallow it all and sit up wiping my mouth. He pulls his wallet out and I can see big bills inside, he pulls a $20 out and tells me I have a bit to learn. I look at him furiously, with one hand I take the $20 whilst with the other I pull the stake out of my knee-high boots and stab him through the chest. I take his wallet and look around his car for anything else that might be of interest…like a bag of cocaine…excellent. I stuff it all into the pocket of my denim jacket and walk back down the dark street to the building; I can finally get out of this…well literal hellhole…

I wake to the sun in my eyes, stretch my body to wake myself up, my joints hurt from sleeping on the floor. I feel sick from not eating properly; I stumble over to the dirty bathroom and throw up in the first cubicle, the taste as it fills my mouth is unbearable, when I think about that it makes me feel more sick, like an endless cycle, I wipe my mouth when I think it’s over and wash my mouth out under the tap, letting the water cascade over my chin. I stand up straight and make sure I look ok; the mirror is covered in muck but from what I can see I look good to go.

I walk outside and let the sun hit my face, I walk to the bus station and look for somewhere to go, my eyes are drawn to the one place I should avoid, what the hell, I have to go. I pay for my ticket and wait for the bus. I look around myself, making sure no one is watching me; it would just be too ironic for Buffy to pounce now, the day that I’m finally going. Before the bus comes I walk to the toilets, I wash my face to refresh myself and take the bag of cocaine out of my pocket and put a line of it on the counter, I make sure no one is coming and sniff the coke into my system, I step back slightly hit by it and wipe the excess powder from my nose. I look myself up in the mirror and walk back outside.

I see the bus has arrived, I look at my surroundings…the last time I will see Sunnydale. I board the bus and sit down in a chair next to a young woman; she has her earphones in so hopefully she won’t talk to me. I close my eyes and feel the rumble of the engine beneath me; I look out the window and watch as we leave Sunnydale.

I try to sleep after we get on the motorway, I keep thinking about stuff though and it’s hard to drift off, after a few hours we pull over and some more people get on. I feel a shadow standing over me and turn to look up, the persons hand grips my throat and I start choking I look up at their face and see Buffy’s hazel eyes looking at me empty as if she were dead. I fight with her to get her off me and her hand slips in her pocket for her stake. I start screaming and in a flash I’m sitting forward panting and gasping I look around and Buffy’s gone, the girl next to me is looking at me horrified.
“Are you ok?!” She asks me patting my arm.
“Where did she go!?” I gasp at her. The girl looks at me confused
“..Who?” she whispers. I realize I must have been dreaming and shake my head.
“Doesn’t matter” I reply and turn away from her, the other people on the bus turn away from the scene assured my outburst is over.

It’s quite late when we finally pull into the bus station at my destination. I sleepily get off the bus and look at my surroundings, I need somewhere to stay I’m ready to fall over from exhaustion…