Both, I guess. That's most people; you got days where you're on the prowl, and you've got days where you're on the run. And if you're really lucky? You've got more days where you're just...kind of there. Hanging out, just being all like, 'hey, how's it going? Is that grain dip fresh or what?' (/vague movie reference) Wonderfully ordinary, boring days.
Yeah, that's so not my life.
Being a slayer seems to draw a lot of bad things my way. I guess it's not as bad as it used to be...before there were a lot of us, I mean. When it was just the one slayer, everybody wanted a piece. I guess it was bragging rights for a big bad, taking down the slayer.
Now, through some sort complicated circumstances that not even I completely understand, there's more of us. Lots of us. Not as much pressure on The One (heh, hello Neo) so killing the nasties is just...business as usual. Advantage: good guys. At least for right now.
Funny thing is, when I first started training, I hated hunting. As much as he bitches, Max Carter has the patience of a saint. I was a total brat back in the beginning, I know I was. I just couldn't accept that it was my destiny to become a killer. Look, I don't care what you say: yes, they aren't human, but they used to be. They might not really live, but they exist, and when I put a stake in them, it puts an end to that existance. It's a kind of murder...justified, okay, yes. Whatever's human in them is gone and they exist to feed and kill.
It still felt wrong.
And then...somewhere along the way...
Nevermind.
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Somewhere along the way, I started to like it. Being the hunter, getting the kill.
It's just...you know, whenever I'd lose a kill--when they'd get away or Carter or someone would steal the killing low from me--I'd get angry, and really, really horny. Now...it's like this bloodlust is getting harder and harder to burn off.
It...kinda scares me.
Actually, all bullshitting and joking aside?
It really, really scares me.
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Muse:Baileigh Solis
Fandom:BtVS (OC)
Word Count:365