Not me. [ She hesitates a moment. ] I told you I'm a slayer, but I didn't really tell you what that means. Hundreds of years ago a bunch of scared men--witch doctors I think, or shaman or creepy bone voodoo guys--picked a teenage girl from their village. They tied her up, did some oogly boogly magic and infused her with the power of a demon. They used more of that magic to create a vicious cycle. The girl dies and another is born with her power. She slays the vampires, demons and other monsters under the bed. She dies doing that and another one gets the power. If we survive, it seems like we get more powerful with age, but that's kind of all guess work and personal experience because there haven't been very many slayers as old as I am.

[ Which is ridiculous because she's all of twenty-two.]

Anyway, I could lift a Buick for a very short period of time if necessary. That's the kind of strength you'll be working against. The younger the vampire is the weaker they are, but they're always going to have more power than you. That being said, you're human and they're going to underestimate you. They look at you and they see a meal. No one expects their hamburger to fight back. You can use that.