open | one of those nights that started off so damn good.

[saget]

[ there's a tiny, five foot tall redhead (vibrant redhead) creeping down the corridors of the ship tonight. she's not exactly sneaky, and she's armed with a stake. that's right, a wooden stake that's clasped tightly in her right hand, looking more the picture of sheer nervousness than the lethal threat she has the very real potential to be. ]

Please be vampire weirdness, please be vampire weirdness. [ one might hear her chanting under her breath in the most hopeful voice she can muster through her fear and uncertainty.

careful, though! she may scream, run, or lunge if approached suddenly... or approached in general. possibly d) all of the above. ]

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[saget]

So you've seen one, a real werewolf?

[ all charlotte's had the pleasure of seeing is other slayers. lots and lots of other slayers. ]

[transferee]

Several in fact. [She may sort of have a habit of dating werewolves the way Buffy has a habit of dating vampires.]

[saget]

Wow. That's... I don't know if that's cool or really scary. [ she laughs, tucking an errant strand of too red hair behind one of her ears. ] Would you listen to me? Scary. I'm a Slayer! I shouldn't be scared of stuff that should really be scared of me.

[transferee]

It's okay to be scared. I mean, it can be kind of scary, sometimes.

[saget]

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. ]

[transferee]

Still, even with a lot of you it's dangerous. You have to be careful.

[The Argents teach vigilance above almost all else. If someone gets bite they have to make the tough calls. That's their lot in life. They have one another's backs to a certain degree but you have to be able to stand on your own.]

[saget]

Maybe...

[ she trails off, unsure. ]

But I don't think being a Slayer means you have to slay anymore, you know? Why can't I be something else? I shouldn't have to put my hopes and dreams on pause because some mystical cycle has decided I now pack the kind of punch that sends sousaphones flying across the football field.

[transferee]

It's true, you should be able to do whatever you want. My dad didn't tell me about the family business for a long time -- I think because he wanted me to have the chance to be something else.

[saget]

I didn't find out until after I wound up on America's Funniest Home Videos. Who gets activated in the middle of a halftime show? Me, apparently.

[transferee]

If it helps, I discovered my boyfriend was a werewolf during a winter dance. I think it's probably not as uncommon as you think. High school and the supernatural make for a weird mix.