It was a beautiful night in LA, as Cordelia Chase walked home. She had told Angel and the others this afternoon that she was going home to the Hellmouth. Living on the Hellmouth all her life and not knowing, had taught her to stay off the streets after dark. It was an unspoken rule that most followed. Fighting the creatures of the night had taught her in high school to be on the lookout. Always watch your back. She knew how bad it was with Buffy killing the creatures, but now that they had gotten word from Willow that Buffy was dead, she didn’t have any problem imagining what horror she would find when she got there. She figured it would be beyond her imagination.
As she entered her apartment she so dearly loved, she shut the door. She set her purse down on the couch and walked into her bedroom to pull her suitcase out from under her bed. She opened it on her bed and packed everything she owned in it. She left her dresser and packed everything else. Her dishes went into a box.
Before she left her apartment, she said her farewells to her ghost. She told him where she was going and why.
“Goodbye, LA. Hello, Sunnydale,” she announced, as she drove her gray 1990 Dodge Stratus home.
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