The November Project - Part 2

TITLE:	The November Project (2/10)
AUTHOR:	-Andy- see2go4me@yahoo.com)
STATUS:	Words: 572.
RATING:	18/R
DISCLAIMER:	This is a derivative work. All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox Television, Panzer/Davis and others. I don't own any of this, just the words gluing my story together.
SUMMARY:	A Third Slayer Tale
SPOILERS:	All seasons of BtVS and Highlander.
DISTRIBUTION:	My blog fanfic pages. TtH eventually. Anyone else, e-mail me please.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:	This is my NaNoWriMo entry. Quantity over quality. Don't expect anything better than a rough draft until the whole thing is done. Then I'll revise it.

[ Welcome to Eerie, Indiana ] (Maybe)

She realized in hindsight that she hadn't put enough thought into running away. She'd been very lucky that nothing had happened to her. It had been a spur-of-the-moment action. One she hoped she wouldn't come to regret. While she had a little bit of money, a few days worth of clothes, and her mother's bike; once her money ran out she was going to be in serious trouble. And she didn't have any form of ID other than a driver's license that barely had the shine rubbed off and an ATM card. She needed to find someone who could get her something that said she was older. She couldn't afford to be stopped. There were too many places in the country where she wasn't old enough legally to be on her own. The bike simply compounded the problem. But she refused to give it up.

At first she'd spent two months wandering around the back roads and small towns along the Appalachian trail, no clear destination in mind other than going in a gradually western direction. She tried not to spend the slowly dwindling money in her bank account. There were too many things that might happen that she could possibly need it for. If something happened to her bike; if she got sick. And many other things. She was almost afraid to think about it. So she spent as little of her reserves as possible and worked at odd waitressing jobs on her way west.

It had taken a few weeks while just living had eaten a noticeable hole in her wallet, but she'd eventually managed to figure out the small clues that indicated which restaurants and diners were most likely to hire her for a week or two, no questions asked. She hadn't had much experience in the beginning, making it much harder, but it was the holiday season. After a few false starts she'd learned enough to have the confidence to appear much older than she was so she could get a job when she needed one.

She'd made it a practice to stop in moderately small towns as she headed west. Not so small that it would be hard to remain unnoticed by the local busy-bodies and not so large that she had to take the lowest paying and dirtiest restaurant jobs. Working at one of the fast food places was a bit difficult, no matter where she stopped. They tended to pay more attention to things like age and your last address, making it harder to get work if you were just passing through.

After a lonely Christmas on the road, Fann found herself in Eerie, Indiana. She had just found a job cooking at a quirky store, 'World of Stuff', a combination diner and was already making plans for the next part of her journey when the winter storms hit the small town. Not being foolish enough to attempt to leave on her bike in such weather, Fann resigned herself to staying in town for several months, until the weather cleared.

From the moment she stopped there, Fann could feel that there was something very strange about Eerie. And it wasn't just the Elvis look-alike or the claims by one of the younger 'Stuff' regulars that Bigfoot was a regular visitor to the town. It wasn't a bad feeling, just a slight tingle at the back of her neck. But it was a constant presence.

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