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[vampiresswillow]

I watched them both from the shadows that I had hidden myself within, one was a strong looking,dark haired young man, the other was a young looking blonde woman. I had seen both disembark the bus that had pulled into the station about ten minutes ago. I had come to the Sunnydale bus station to see if there might be anything that might make a good

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[taramber]

I stepped off the bus nervously, holding my jacket tight around me. I'd arrived pretty late, as the bus had been delayed for about an hour. I'd heard bad things about Sunnydale's night times, so I wanted to get to my new dorm as quickly as possible. I called a cab and then sat down on a bench, my suitcase next to me. I looked around carefully, trying not to draw attention to myself. It seemed like a seedy place. I didn't know much about Sunnydale, and only a little more about UCS, but UCS had given me a full scholarship, and since my dad wasn't willing to help me out at all, I took it. A chance for a fresh start on my own. So what if Sunnydale had a reputation for violence? Surely it couldn't be so bad. I hoped, anyway

[vampiresswillow]

I found the look that appeared on the young blonde's face just after some of my drink spilled on her a bit amusing, the look of being utterly taken by surprise

[taramber]

"Oh... um... thanks," I said, blushing as the girl took some paper towels and began dabbing them against my shirt. Was it my imagination, or was she spending a little too long drying the area around my breasts? I swallowed. Although I still felt quite startled and a little uneasy around this woman, I couldn't suppress a small wave of attraction beneath my confusion. I liked girls - had done as long as I could remember - but I hadn't had much experience. Living on a farm, working hard to look after my brother and father, hadn't left me much time to find love. I felt myself growing red. The girl was smiling at me. There was something a little scary about her smile. Something hungry.

[vampiresswillow]

"There...all better." I remarked,smirking slightly as I let the paper towel slip from my fingers to the tiled flooring. Not that I really helped drying off her shirt, but she did feel good, at least where I had let my fingertips brush lightly over her stomach and breasts. Made me wonder what the flesh beneath her clothing would feel like...taste like.

"So where are you from, Sweetling?" Letting the questioning words float forth past my lips. My fingers drew from where they had rested on her arm, my hand lifting to tenderly tuck a few stray strands behind the young woman's ear. My fingertips brushing lightly against her cheek as I did.