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It's a little...weird to be told that you're a vampire slayer. Especially the speech, the speech is pretty out there.
"Into every generation there is a chosen one, she alone will stand against the vampires..."
Blah, blah, blah. They tell you everything they can to fluff up your ego before they mention that you're inevitably going to die in ( Read more... )
"Into every generation there is a chosen one, she alone will stand against the vampires..."
Blah, blah, blah. They tell you everything they can to fluff up your ego before they mention that you're inevitably going to die in ( Read more... )
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Huh.
Closing the door behind her, Alex went and dropped her backpack on the floor by the couch and walked through to the kitchen. "How come you're home so early?" she asked, opening the fridge and beginning to scan the shelves in hopes of finding something edible. "Something go wrong at work?" Looking up, she couldn't help but notice the troubled look on her friend's face.
"... uh-oh. What's wrong? Do you need me to make tea? I'm gonna make tea. I'm gonna make tea and then you're going to tell me what happened."
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I smiled at Alex and grabbed a pillow to hold onto. I needed something tangible in front of me, something to grasp at. Not some accidental destiny to make my life even messier than it already is.
I wish the council would just leave me alone; I've made it pretty clear to them that I'm not interested in being their new chosen one. The latest offer from the irritatingly british old idiots?
Slayer tech support.
"Okay, I think I could use some."
I could use a little alcohol-if my theory on drinking didn't involve it being the root of all evil in humanity today. Sometimes, I don't blame the alcoholics, I just don't agree with them enough to get myself drunk.
"Not much happened, I'm just feeling guilty again."
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"Guilty how?" Alex asked, frowning. She grabbed the teakettle from the stove and went to the sink to rinse it out, then filled it with cold water and put it back on the stove to boil. She went back to the fridge, opening it again in some vain hope that maybe it's contents had changed while she'd gone to put the water on.
"Come on, spill. I'm listening," she encouraged her friend, finally spotting some cold pizza that she thought looked safe and claiming it, peeling the plastic wrap off of and tossing it in the trash. She leaned back against the counter and took a bite, giving Carly an expectant look.
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That's a nice way of asking if the job that I have is making me guilty again, or if it's the job that I refused to take. No matter what she tells me about being born into an occupation, it's always there, but I've learned to live with that guilt. It's the slayer stuff that messes me up, because I think of all that I could be doing.
"Just in general, I guess."
"Come on, spill. I'm listening,"
There she goes again. I'm not going to fight it, if I tried I'd break eventually anyway. I'm no good at keeping things from her, even things as easy to keep in as doubts.
"You think I was right to turn down the Watcher's Council, don't you? I mean, the kind of life that I have...I'd do more harm than good."
I'd be the first one to have a permanent contract with Wolfram & Hart, but that would be a little hard to explain. I always feel like I'm making excuses for my decisions, but if I thought I could genuinely contribute to the the good side, I would.
I'm not the cape and tights type.
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The spa? It wasn't the first time the spa thread had come up, and Alex still didn't find it very appealing. Maybe it was just because she'd never been to one, but she thought that lying around in a bathrobe while women in white coats put cucumber slices on your eyelids sounded boring. Then there was the issue of letting strange people touch her while she was wearing nothing more than a towel...
Ick.
"Unless you had something else in mind..."
"I don't know," Alex confessed, "I don't think I'm spa material. All those strangers touching me... ugh. Can't I just take a bubble bath instead?" she asked, smiling sheepishly.
"Maybe I'll treat myself to some shopping or something. Or hey, maybe I'll even get brave or bored enough to ask out that guy in my Western Civ class. You never know. I'll do something Alex-centric, though. Really."
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"Believe me, it sounds weird but it feels good."
I tell her the same thing about sex and she still hasn't listened to reason on that either. Whatever. I'm trying to be a good friend and get her to do something nice for herself. Spas are nice. Unless you're as anti-strangers as she's being right now. Poor Alex. She needs to discover how nice it is to pamper yourself once and a while. Massages, mud treatments, and pedicures are godly.
"Maybe I'll treat myself to some shopping or something. Or hey, maybe I'll even get brave or bored enough to ask out that guy in my Western Civ class. You never know. I'll do something Alex-centric, though. Really.""Oh, there's a hottie in your Civ class? Details. Now ( ... )
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Well, that certainly seemed to have sparked Carly's interest.
Alex helped herself to a seat at the kitchen table, putting her mug of tea down in front of her. "Details?" she asked with a smile, glad that they had moved forward to another topic once again. Some people might have seen it as dancing around the subjects that really needed to be addressed, but she didn't. She and Carly had conversations that hopped around like this all the time. In her opinion, that was the very nature of true conversation. Topics like their financial situation... if they really needed to be talked about, they would come up again later.
"Well, I dunno. I don't know that much about him. He's cute, though. And keeps good notes."
Good notetaking was an important quality for a man to have.
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Good notes? I'd want to learn if they were half as good at other things as they are at taking notes, but...Alex likes organization. She must like that the guy has his act together and takes his studies seriously; some shit like that. If that's what she likes, she should just ask him out and disuss notetaking or whatever.
Cute sound good, regardless of not knowing and notes.
"Ask him out!"
It's an easy enough piece of advice to give, but its up to Alex to agree with me and take it. Depending on how cute this guy is, it might be hard to get her to work up her courage. If she acts silly about it I could always get her a little crunked. Artificial courage would do the trick. I'll never understand why such a pretty girl gets nervous around guys.
"You could compare notes."
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