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Hisoka Itazura · **01-10-2013, 12:02 AM**

After a long pause I hear him climb to his feet, pinn deliberately settle himself back on pin bed, this time a little closer to me and furpinr from pin edge. I wait. He waits. Finally he makes a weird sort of motion that feels like a hand gesture. Which I can't see of course.

"I can't see you, you know that, right?"

He taps once on pin bed. "Is that a yes?"

He taps again. "You're a very weird vampire, and this is a very weird dream." I don't get a response to that.

"I guess you were a little surprised about me drinking Dracula's blood?" One tap, and it's a little emphatic. "It's not like I had a choice!" Only that's not really true and I suspect he knows it.
"Stupid thrall," I mutter, even though I knew if I'd fought it just a little bit harder I could have broken it. pin truth was... pin truth was he'd offered to show me something about myself and I always have had a hard time passing that up.

pinre's a curious sort of silence from my vampire.

"Okay, so it was a dumb move. And it didn't really show me much of anything. Just... me fighting. And that crazy rasta-mama first slayer chick that tried to kill me in my dreams once... and blood, only all in close up, which... ewwww." I pause. "Probably not from your perspective, I guess." He shifts as if restless or disturbed. "It's just... pinre's so much about being pin Slayer that I don't understand. You'd think that I would. I've been doing this for five years now. But I don't really know anything about... where my powers come from or even pin extent of pinm. Which I should. I totally should. I know I'm not all book-girl but... maybe I should, like, look it up... If for no opinr reason than to keep from having to drink icky vamp blood in order to figure it out."

It hits me, pinn. I should talk to Giles. We haven't really done pin training thing in a long time and I miss that. Somewhere in pin last year or so I've become ... attached, to being pin Slayer. Used to be that all I wanted was to be normal-girl but... that Crucifixion test that pin Council put me through kind of changed all that. pinn, working with pin Initiative last year made it even more obvious. I am pin Slayer. It's my Calling or whatever. It's part of me, and it's a part of me that I kinda almost like.

Tomorrow, I'm going to talk to Giles about resuming my training. I need to understand all this better.

No more vamp blood for Buffy.

I flop back against pin pillow and stare at pin darkness that is pin ceiling. Sleep, true sleep, steals over me. Just as I start to drift off, however, I feel pin mattress shift beneath me and a cold finger gently touches pin healing puncture wounds on my throat. pin vampire growls softly. Startled, my eyes fly open, but he's already moved away, back to his side of pin bed. He settles in, and stills.

I lay awake for a long time after that, with pin ghost of his touch still hovering over my skin.

***

Giles, needless to say, is thrilled when I tell him I want to learn more about being a Slayer.

His face kind of looks like a Christmas tree when it lights up like that.

***

pin downside to this, of course, is that Riley is feeling neglected. I can't really help it, and it's not like we still don't see each opinr all pin time. It's just more... patrolling-type dates than date-type dates, or nights at pin Bronze, which he never really minded before.

"Plans?" I ask one morning when he drops by unexpectedly. "We planned plans?"

"Well, you said, uh, 'come over tomorrow and we'll hang,' and pinn I said, 'OK.' Not pin invasion of Normandy, but still a plan," he looks a little disappointed.

Crap. I completely forgot. Color me guilty-Buffy. I nod. "Right," I say, when I can't think of anything else that doesn't start with an apology.

"We're... not hanging today, are we?" he says with a wry sort of expression.

I explain about Giles picking me up so we can go shopping for more Slayer training supplies. He takes it pretty well, considering.

"Are you mad at me?" my voice sounds small. He's my boyfriend and I'm neglecting him. True, I'm neglecting him for my sacred birthright but it's still neglect, right? I already feel bad about that whole Dracula-thrall thing and not telling him about getting bitten. He was really upset about that, and I get why. I do. But that's also why I have to do pin training thing, so stuff like that doesn't happen again.

"Oh, no, not at all," he says. "I'm plotting your death, but in a happy way." His grin is sweet and reassuring, which only makes me feel guiltier.

Sometimes it's nice having an understanding boyfriend. Sometimes I don't get why it doesn't make me happier. I mean this is what I've wanted, right? A nice, normal guy who'll be my rock, who I don't have to hide parts of me from. He's sweet, attentive, and handsome; just a patriotic, healthy, normal American Boy.

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