whattingawhat | Watch it as the starts disappear to nothing [The day the world is over]

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stillacrime]After this by a couple of hours or so.

Buffy waited until she was certain Danny was asleep and slipped out of bed. Normally, if he'd had a bad day, she would have sluffed off the slaying and stayed home with him. She couldn't tonight and she knew it. She'd upset a whole nest, a little gang by killing their leader and they were going to be out tonight causing mayhem and trying to establish who the new leader was going to be. In her experience that often including racking up individual body counts. She really didn't want that so she tossed on a pair of jeans, a tank top and grabbed her favorite vamp slaying, wooden heeled Jimmy Choos off the dresser. She snuck into the living room, picked up her bag with the stakes in it and slid out the door without a sound. She slipped her heels on and took the stairs down. Once outside she paused and took a deep breath. She waited a few seconds, listening and absorbing and getting in touch with her slayer side. She took a couple of stakes out of her bag, stashed it in an alcove behind a trash can and put one stake at the small of her back in her waistband. The other one got tucked into her waistband at her left hip. When she started down the sidewalk again she was in predator mode. She was heading back to the area she'd killed the female vamp the night before. She'd discovered that vampires were territorial in New York City and they tended to stick to an area or a neighborhood.

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"You go out and fight guys on mega steroids??" Danny asked, pushing himself to his feet. He dusted himself off and looked back to Buffy wondering if he knew her at all. "Are you on steroids? Some kind of drug? Somethin'? I don't know... You kicked those guys ass-" And then he remembered, looking at the ground. "...to dust."

"God no. I'm not on steroids. I'm blonde, not stupid," Buffy told him. She wrapped her arms around herself, closing up tight so that this wouldn't hurt so much, so the looks he was giving her wouldn't sting. He was catching up and eventually he'd put the pieces together. "To dust. You saw their faces, their eyes, their teeth." She paused a minute, knowing what she was going to say next would change his entire world. He could still walk away right now and chalk it up to so many things.

"They were vampires. Like Dracula but less lame and some how even more so."

She gnawed on her bottom lip and swallowed hard. Might as well suck it up and spill it all. "I'm a slayer. I'm one of several hundred girls who are stronger and faster than anything human so that I can hunt vampires and keep them from hurting people. Like that girl tonight. Like you."

Danny stared at her again, completely shell shocked. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. He had seen it all with his own eyes and he still didn't know what to say.

"You know what? Just..." He held up one hand, trying to get her to stop saying all of this crazy stuff. "What do you want me to say to this? What am I supposed to say??" He asked.

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?"

He listened. He tried to translate. But he was too busy freaking out at the moment and trying very hard to stay calm.

So he answered the one question that made sense. "No. No I don't."

"Okay...so I can work with that," Buffy said, a smile just barely tugging at the corner of her lips. "It's weird. I know it's weird. I was sixteen years old when I got shoved into it. Think about it. You've had to have had cases that didn't make sense, that you didn't solve. Missing people that never get found. I'm sorry. I wish I could keep you in the dark. I wish you didn't have to know. I'm sorry," she finished with a half whisper.

She looked up at him. "I can tell you everything now. All those things I couldn't talk about...I can now."

"Think about it? You want me to think about it?!?!" Danny asked, eyebrows lifted high over his brow and eyes wide as he studied Buffy in complete and utter shock. "You really want me to think about it."

He began to pace agitatedly and even lit a cigarette. "Okay okay... give me a minute."

Buffy couldn't help but smile a little bit at Danny's pacing. She stayed still, several feet away from him, giving him his space but watching carefully. She didn't want to push him right now. He needed time to figure this out and think it all through. If he was willing to think about this then she had a chance. She really wanted a chance on this.

"Vampire. Vampire. Vampire. There are vampires." All whispered under his breath in attempt to say the words without feeling like a nut job and to get past the shock. It really didn't work very well but right now he was only trying to get over hurdles for Buffy. If it were just him, he would be wallowing in the shock right now. "What the fuck. Vampire. Vampires. Boom. Vampires." He continued to pace.

Buffy bit her bottom lip to contain the grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. She knew it was inappropriate and crazy right now but she wanted to hug him and tell him how fucking cute he was. She was a little surprised at how well he was handling this. He was thinking it though, analyzing what he knew, what he'd seen and putting it all together into something that made sense to him. She bent down to pick up the stake she'd dropped. Just in case.

"If you've got questions or if I can help with this whole process, let me know. Otherwise, I'm just letting you work it out in your head," she told him fairly quietly.

He continued to pace for a few minutes, mumbling to himself before finally turning to Buffy. "Look, I'm tryin' here. But I feel like a wackjob. Saw the guy turn to dust. Saw it with my own eyes and I still don't got a clue."

"Maybe I can help?" Buffy said quietly as she watched him pace. "I mean...I know some of the science behind it. Sort of. You're not a wackjob, Danny. It's real. A vampire is a dead body, possessed, animated and kept alive by a demon...of sorts. A wooden stake through the heart kills the demon. The body turns to dust because all the decomposition catches up to it at once...like a mummy first exposed to air. It turns to dust if they're not careful. Same concept? Maybe."

She started pacing with him, pulling her hair back with both hands as she did. "The problem is it's not all science. Some of it is unexplainable with science. You have to take it on faith and what you see."

"Woah. Woah.... Zombies?" Danny asked, stopping in his pacing to look wide-eyed to Buffy.

Watch it as the starts disappear to nothing [The day the world is over]

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