Buffy shook her head, tears springing to her eyes. She pushed them back and shook her head again. "I don't know, Danny," she half whispered. She was still wrapped up around herself. "This is my life. If I could make it normal for you I would. I can't and I don't have a choice except to be out here. If I hadn't come out tonight that girl, the pretty one that ran past you, would have been a case for you tomorrow morning. She would have been drained of blood with minimal blood at the scene. She would have a bite mark that mirrors the scar on my neck. I don't know what you say to that as an outsider looking in. I've never been that outsider."

She bit her bottom lip again to keep it from trembling. "Do you want me to go?"