Let's talk about it [RP for stillacrime]

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Buffy had gotten Danny's letter at work and now she was nervous about talking to him. She knew it was inevitable and it was something that needed to be done. In fact, there were things he needed to know but it didn't make it any easier to talk to him about it. She was sitting out on the balcony with a dozen candles tucked in corners. She had taken their comforter off the bed, piled the pillows outside as well. Everything was all ready for a balcony picnic. The only thing missing was Danny and takeout. She glanced at her cell phone, deciding she had time to change before he got there. She got up and slipped into a pair of yoga shorts and a wife beater, pulled her hair up in a messy bun at the back of her head and went back out onto the balcony to wait.

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"I just know I'm gonna screw this up. And I don't wanna lose you. You know?" Danny scratched at Rocky's ears.

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Buffy reached over and took Danny's chin in one hand, her eyes meeting his. "Hey, you can't lose me. Not like this. Besides, I still think there's a good chance you're going to be the one running out the door screaming. That or committing me to a nut house."

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"Never been one for screaming. The runnin' I'm pretty damn good at. But I won't from you." Danny answered, meeting Buffy's gaze. "Promise. I get freaked, I'll tell you."

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Buffy nodded. "Okay. I can handle that. I'll try to be explain-y girl as much as I can without the freaking out." She pulled one knee up to her chest, her arms wrapping around her leg as she rested her chin on her knee. "Do what do you want to know?"

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"Tell me the definition of a Slayer." Not 'what a Slayer is'. Because Buffy was a Slayer and she was a person, not a what.

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She appreciated the person acknowledgment more than he would know. She furrowed her brow, gnawing on her lip a moment. "It's...long. I mean Websters would probably cut it down and sterilize it and make it something it's not. A slayer is a girl with super power, reflexes, speed and healing. She's got a big fat destiny to kill vampires, demons and anything else that's not supposed to exist in a rational world. And even if she wants to walk away, she can't because all of those things are drawn to her, like a magnet. If you're a slayer, you have no choice except to be a slayer because they're going to hunt you down." She looked over at Danny to see how he was coping. "I can tell you more about how slayers were made if you want or we can leave it at that and go on. It's all a bunch of...stuff that doesn't really matter in practice."

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"I want you to tell me what you want me to know about being a slayer. I wanna know it all." Danny prompted. "How quick do you heal?"

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"I heal...fast," Buffy answered. "Uhm...almost anything minor like bruises, cuts, scrapes within twelve hours. More major...twenty four. When I've broken my nose...it was healed in...like maybe forty eight hours and it never did the nasty black eyes and swelling thing broken noses do. Other things...I've never taken more than a week to heal from anything. And that was sort of a special circumstance. I don't go to the hospital for anything short of massive blood loss and by massive I mean...four to five pints massive. Also if I get shot because they're better at removing bullets and they give me lots of fuzzy pain killers. It takes more alcohol or drugs to knock me out because my constitution is through the roof and then I metabolize it all a lot quicker. Getting drunk is like a challenge."

She mused a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. "I can run about 70 to 80 miles an hour. I sort of tracked myself once on accident. I mean I was chasing down a bus. Uhm...I only need 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night but I can function on 2. Less than that and I start getting run down."

She sighed and took a sip of her beer. "Also, I'm sort of...the leader of the slayers? I was the last one that was made because a girl died. Her name was India. Anyway, that scythe that's under the bed. It was made for a slayer by some powerful women about the same time the first slayer was made. Willow, my best friend, took the scythe and made all the girls that might be slayers, slayers because I needed an army. That sort of made me General Buffy. I'm kind of famous? Or infamous. Something like that. Lots of people hate me for what I did."

She picked up another eggroll and took a bite of it. "A slayer is kind of like a monster's worst nightmare. We're the things Mommy Monsters tell Baby Monsters about to get them to behave. You know...'If you don't get in bed the Slayer is going to come get you..." that kind of thing."

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Danny listened carefully, not really absorbing and disecting the information but just taking it all in. "Monsters... meaning vampires and ghosts and stuff?"

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"I don't really see many ghosts. There was one once," Buffy said. "Otherwise...yeah. There was a Der Kinderstod once. It's a German version of the boogeyman. They kill little kids. I killed him first. Little kids saved."

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"You ever meet a Frankenstein?" It was part serious and part joke. What did he know? But he had to keep it light in his head somehow.

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"The Scientist, yeah. The monster, no," Buffy answered with a slight smile. "In high school this genius scientist kid was trying to build the perfect girl. Sunnydale PD, who were not the brightest markers in the box, kept finding bodies with missing key parts. Like feet and hands and legs...you know, parts. The parts were all from freshly dead girls. Frankenstein, the scientist. Anyway...he was just a kid. I found out what he was doing and convinced him that it was psycho. I'm pretty sure he ended up a psycho anyway."

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"Yuck. That's..." And his questions stopped there for the moment. He nodded and picked out an eggroll and ate it.

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"Hey don't even pretend you don't have yuck in your job," Buffy teased him as she took another bite of her eggroll. "We both have jobs full of ick sometimes."