Rosario Vampire Bus Driver Novels & Stories

“No. It’s a bus. A BUS.” However, ten minutes later the bus was still following him. In the slowly graying dawn, Father Ward could see in the rear-view mirror the number under the grill, 253. Another glance in the mirror revealed a shadowed profile sitting behind the bus’ steering wheel . . . “My Jesus . . . ” No. I won’t do this. That’s a bus back there. Not evil, not a demon, not . . . NO.

At six in the morning, the battle was over. Rosemary Manchin felt like death. Her eyes could hardly open, so she gave up, sinking into the bed on her stomach and falling asleep. She writhed a little in her slumber, her muscles spasming uncontrollably. Javier washed up a little and decided to bail. He got out of the door and found the driver, who he proceeded to knock out cold again. Since the driver had removed his pants to take his drug, Javier left his junk exposed and trawled the man to the bed inside.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

My plan may be crazy, but it’s all I’ve got. I settle into a bus seat near the middle, pressing my forehead against the window and inhaling the faint scent of salt and pine. The bus rattles as it turns onto a narrow road leading toward Cedarwood Retreat—Where Nature Meets Tranquility, as declared by the crooked signboard with its faded, peeling paint. I glance around the bus. Most of the other passengers are couples, chatting softly or pointing out things they find interesting. Zoe sits a few rows ahead with someone who must be her partner, but she flashes me a quick, reassuring smile before turning back to her conversation.

"We need to get out of here." "What? What are you---" I wasn't able to continue what I was to say when something dropped from the tree. When I looked at it, my whole body went numb. It was the driver...and his body was ripped apart. "Klay, go back here!" Sister Mary's voice woke me up so I immediately ran back to the bus stop as fast as I could. "Let's go!" Sister Rizza was the one driving the bus now as I entered the bus.

Thanks to the early reflexes of driver that he managed to control the bus in time and no one get any serious injury except for a few students who got small cuts or bruises. The moment bus stopped, Ryan and Joe immediately moved out of the bus to check on the situation. Outside the bus, the view was extremely hard to believe. The bus that was tied with their big bus is now turned into garbage. Glass pieces were scattered on the ground and there were pieces of flesh with blood stains on the road. Ryan and Joe looked towards each other and moved ahead. Driver who was sitting on the small bus is now dead, the whole bus was crushed. "It's a missile attack, They used high grade explosives." Joe sa

He only hoped Yuri made it in range to signal the others that they needed additional support. Less than twenty feet away, one of the buses they were using for transport was wrapped around a pole. The shadows came for them, a black tide of death. They were out running before shadows got smart, going for the bus’s tires. The blowout had the driver losing control of the vehicle coming to a stop when it rammed headlong into a utility pole. The driver didn’t make it. He was the only casualty of the crash, although others received minor injuries. All the passengers from the wrecked bus were being moved to the one on which he stood. So far, they lost two people to the shadows, bringing their total

Sarah asked. "Rendezvous point," the driver replied tersely. "Mr. Castillo's instructions." "Vincent or Diego?" Robert asked pointedly. The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. "Vincent, sir." Diego and Sarah exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing: were they being rescued or delivered? As the van sped through the night, sirens wailing in the distance, Sarah felt the weight of the past week bearing down on her. From prosecutor to fugitive. From Vincent's adversary to Diego's wife. From daughter of a criminal to daughter of a hero.

the bus driver called. This time however, instead of getting off the bus, Carmen decided to stay, signaling the driver to move on. She watched the precinct disappear behind her. Maybe this is it? I just don't need to be at the precinct today! I'll call in sick. . . Her thoughts were cut short when the bus began to frantically swerve on the road after apparently coming into collision with a black Ferrari that was circling back and had driven too late into the other lane of the two-way, bashing into the side of the bus.

Trevor pulled me and hugged me while I sobbed on his shoulders. The bus had stopped now and wasn't moving. "What's happening? ' 'Are we at a bus stand? ' 'Maybe someone wants to pee. ' the passengers were saying. I had stopped crying now and was drinking water. "I think the driver is unwell? " said the guy in the front seat sitting opposite the driver. "What? " screamed some passengers. We then rushed to the front of the bus to feed our eyes. The driver had parked the car. He held his head and said "I am feeling dizzy. " He was swinging his head from left to right. "Hey someone hold him. " said Jeken and Mary's mother. Soon the driver was pulled out of the bus by some group of men. He was la