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]

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.