The flight!

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I couldn't believe that it had all worked out the way that it had. Quentin Travers, and his group of yes men and women were never this gracious, but for some reason, with me, they were offering a second chance to be a wathcer, and this time would bloody well be different

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I couldn't believe the intolerable manners that some parents allowed their children to undertake.

It was quite appalling really. The mother and son in front of me were flying into Los Angeles as well. I knew that because the women couldn't get off of her damn mobile phone and was calling everyone from her vicar to her second cousin.

Her on got his jollies tossing peanuts at me when he thought that I wasn't paying attention.

Honestly, I was about two seconds from taking the bag away from him but I didn't want to appear to be a big bully, and there was this retched woman next to me who seemed to have a criticism of everyone and I could only imagine what she would have said about me if I did take the peanuts away.

I looked at her. She smiled.

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I took out the photo of miss Buffy Summers that Quentin had provided me in her files. It seemed that though the Council knew that they were living in Los Angeles currently, that the family, minus the father, Hank, would be moving to Sunnydale.

The family meant mother Joyce, and Buffy herself. It seemed like divorce proceeding s had already begun between mother and father, and that mother, this Joyce, was already offered a job at the Sunnydlae art museum.

The woman across from me saw me looking at the file. She took the liberty of sitting on the empty seat next to me and gawked at the picture.

I looked at her as if I wanted her to get away. I certainly didn't want her to see the information contained in the files, but as long as all that she saw was the phot, nothing was wrong.

She smiled and started to open her mouth.

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Is that your granddaughter? She had the gaul to ask me.

"No, miss, this isn't my bloody granddaughter! How old do you think I am?"

The woman was a meddlesome fishwife like I suspected many Americans were, and I could tell just from the flight that this was going to take some getting used to.

I was so glad that my books on demonology and my watcher chronicles and such were stored away in the cargo area of the plane. I could only imagine what this meddlesome hag would say if she saw them.

"So if that's not your granddaughter, then who is she...I'm sorry I didn't get your name?"

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"My name is Rupert Giles, yours is...?"

She told me that her name was Ally, with a smile and as I studied her, I realized that while she was quite annoying, she was really quite attractive, probably in her late thirties.

"She's my niece, Ally. She is my sister Joyce's daughter."

Ally proceeded to give me a diatribe about how beautiful that Buffy was, and decided that she was more comfortable on this side of the plane.

I stashed the file on Buffy Summers away in my carry-on briefcase and decided that I better charm this woman or she would ask about what was in the file.

In the process, I ordered a drink. It was going to be a long flight as it was, nd now it had become intolerably longer.

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The driver drove me to this strip of auto dealerships, that were used.

I paid the ridiculous, robbery of a fare, got out, got my books out of the trunk and plopped them down on the walkway, along with the rest of my belongings.

Out of nowhere, I was bombarded by this hideous salesmen, all trying to make a buck. It was really quite appallling.

It took me three and a half hours and four dealerships before I came across the car that spoke to me. A silver/gray Citreon.

I oaid the cash for the vehicle and bought it outright, along with a map from a convenience store on how to get to Sunnydale.

I really was dreading the northern ride on the freeway.

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In the convenience store, which was run by Koreans, There was a mixture, a conglomerate of societies and they were all kids, and it seemed like they all wanted me. or my wallet more specifically.

I bought the map and an American Lipton ice tea drink, which I would never tell anyone back home and quickly got into my car.

The traffic was bloody abysmal and though I had a relatively new car, I didn't enjoy the trafic. Stop and go, stop and go, lots of horns and rude people blaring their music and their horns and swerving and cutting in front of people. Not to mention that driving on the wrong side of the road was a switch.

Honestly, I didn't know how there weren't more accidents on these bloody roads.

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After an untolerable amount of time, probably more then an hour and a half, I was out of LosAngeles on the pacific coast highway which would take me right to Sunnydale, California, which had a population of approximately 30, 000.

I would study the town more thoroughly after I arrived and found myself a place to live.

The further north that I traveled, the more I liked the air and everything about California. Maybe this wasn't destined to be a bloody awful place to live and work after all.

I passed the sign that said welcome to Sunnydale. It was quaint, but quite lovely.

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I stopped at another convenience store, and picked up on a kind of guarded, conscious of the surroundings vibe from the cashier.

I wondered if it had anything to do with the hellmouth. I was sure that it did.

I grabbed a sunnydale newspaper and brought it up to the counter to pay for it, looking at the cashier, who was a young kid named Brett.

"Hi, Brett, I am new to this town. What would be a good place to eat at night?"

He told me at home, which I found to be quite weird. I knew that it meant stay inside which already clued me in that vampires were around here at night.

I paid him the fifty cents for the paper and left the store. Guess that I'll have to find a good bloody place to eat myself, I thought.