Slayers used to die a lot. [ the mythology and history the slayer was one of the things she'd managed to get filled in on during her short slayer tenure. ] There used to be just one. One girl in all the world, a chosen. She alone... You get the picture. A Slayer would die and another one would be called to take her place. Some vampires even made it a sport — you were a legend if you managed to kill a Slayer, and apparently our blood is some kind of vampire aphrodisiac.

[ she shrugs. as real as this reality is for her, sometimes it just sounds like a farfetched bedtime story. ]

There's a lot of us now. Hundreds, with new girls being called every day. I guess it takes some of the fear away knowing that you're not alone, that there are other Slayers around to have your back, you know? Like, I'm not the Chosen One. I'm just one of many. I don't have to fear dying so much.

[ then again, she doesn't know the full extent of the slayer organization drama or how some of the girls are being hunted. she's blissfully unaware. the biggest her world ever got was five minuets of humiliating fame on america's funniest home videos. ]