Rosario Vampire Bus Driver Novels & Stories

Rio puts her hand around his neck and they continued moving. "We need to be out of here before they find out." Rio said. Sambora kept kicking open doors from left to right until she paused. There was a flash of images through her vision. Why was there smoke everywhere and only two gun men when she came in? "That son of a bitch!" She roared. Rio opened the door of his vehicle and they sight a Viper Venom 2000 headed for the place. It was Elsa's vehicle.

I knew that it would be nothing good. "Do you know where we are going?" Blair whispered, looking at the driver nervously. I shook my head and saw her hands were shaking and I understood her worry. She had heard about the maids being disposed of and was worried that the same thing was going to happen to us. I wanted to assure her that nothing was going to happen to us, at least not yet since Cassius was very specific about the fact that he was not going to kill me. And we were together. "You should relax. We are going to be on the road for a while," The driver answered without looking at us. I remembered that he was a vampire with super hearing and must have heard when Blair whispered to me.

The doors were starting to close as we approached the bus. "Please let us on!" I begged. The driver sighed and opened the doors as we hurried on. "Okay, go!" Reno exclaimed. The bus driver gave him a weary look but started going. Jasper got outside first he looked furious as the bus pulled away. I saw the goons run out as we got further away. I sighed and sat next to Reno. "We did it babe. We're outta here"

I gulp, watching with wide eyes as my heart begins to race faster, and I reach for Savannah, crushing her to me. The taxi driver throws his hands up in the air, slamming them back down on his steering wheel as he curses out loud. He has no idea why the black SUV has cut him off or who they belong to. The doors to the SUV open and I Inhale a shaky breath when I see Don Valentino exiting it. He doesn't have his usual pissed-off expression staining his complexion. It's been replaced with a very fucked off expression and with each stride, he takes towards the taxi, his eyes cloud over with the devil dancing in them.

Officer Lynch put up his hand to stop them and looked at me, and at Wade and Sally, who were obviously involved. "Who's the bus driver?" I raised my hand. "That's me." "Why is their car stopped here?" He pointed at the shiny Audi parked nearby. Wade jumped in to speak before anyone else could, "Officer, here's what happened: my girlfriend got mad at me, started driving crazy, cutting me off, and honking to scare everyone. We pulled over to talk it out, and next thing you know, she's got the passengers all riled up against us!"

I wanted to take him right there, but Taurus held me back. “Calm down, child,” he roared. I blinked rapidly, then I shoved Nigel off me. “You're nasty. Of course, I'm not going to do that.” “Alright then, suit yourself,” he grinned wickedly. “So I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I told him. “Actually, you’ll be giving me a ride to school from now on,” he replied. “But wouldn’t that be weird?” I asked him. “Look, the bus driver is a werewolf, and he hates humans, so that’s why he makes sure he leaves you every morning. He’s using his werewolf abilities to sniff you out, so she can always be ahead of you.”

I couldn’t shake the disappointment that he hadn’t read my article yet. I drove to the store and bought a few bags of groceries before stopping to pick up the pizza. I drove around the neighborhood. As I passed Victor’s building, I noticed a familiar-looking dark blue sedan. The driver was slumped over the steering wheel. It was the same man with a buzz cut who was following us in New Ripon, Phil Harter. I pulled in front of the car to block his escape and called Victor. He ran down from the apartment to confront him. Victor knocked on the driver's side window, but the man didn’t stir. The word drunk flashed through my mind.

I thought he ignored me and drove past until the bus suddenly lurched forward and came to a stop, releasing a large gust of air which nearly choked me. "Harry up, wench, I have no time to waste!" The driver barked as I inched closer and climbed the rusty stairs into the bus. There was no one inside. I looked around and merely survived flying back outside as the driver pitched forward roughly without a care if I was comfortably inside. "H-Hy, Sir," I scooted closer to the driver's side and tapped the windshield. He didn't say anything. I swallowed. What if he was one of the guards? Or even a serial killer out to hunt for virgins.

She leaned her body on the wash stand and propped her chin up on her elbow. I rolled my eyes, and fed her as much gossip as I could. "The men there are gorgeous, sun-washed glorious skin with impressive adams apples and ripped bodies." I didn't have the time to dabble in Chilean waters, no matter the amount of perfect fish swimming in it. "Speaking of gorgeous men, I saw a guy today, he looks like a lead in a Moschino commercial." "You mean Xander? He's Mr. Monroe's driver, nasty attitude. He's never spoken to any one of us, only him. But God knows he doesn't even need to say a word to me. My body will do all the talking for him. Anyway he wants."

He grabbed my bag and attempted to board the bus. When the bus stopped in front of us, he took the bag inside the bus and asked, "Why aren't you getting in? Come quickly." "What are you doing inside the bus?" "I'm coming with you." "No, come out of the bus." The driver said, "Hey lovebirds, go and fight somewhere else. I got a job to do. And, it's 10 pm! Get in or get out!" I got inside the bus And the bus started moving. "What are you doing?" I asked Mr Martinez as I walked in.