She'll laugh at my doom.
Now that we've explained to Junior and Julia that I'm not going to go slaying anymore, there's one more person I have to tell before I can start trying to casually work it into conversation with everyone else. Arianna. And I thought about asking her and Dan to come, but I know she'll tell him the minute she gets home, so that isn't necessary. He'll understand why I'm doing this, no matter how unhappy he is about it. Besides, he'll know he's not the only one.
I hate having to give up being a slayer. I know why I'm doing it, and seeing Junior happier is enough to make me see that I made the right decision, but it still sucks. I was given the power to make a difference, and now I'm not going to be using it anymore. No one else will be called in my place, and I'll still be as strong as ever, I just won't be doing anything with it. I'll be average with a better punch. The kind of mom who can open all the peanut butter jars on her own, but breaks them in the process.
Its going to drive me crazy after a while. No matter what my reasons are for doing this, I'm still giving up a piece of myself. And considering its the one thing I've had to distract myself at the lowest points in my life, its a big deal. Even if I'm more than that now, I'm still everything else and a vampire slayer. My instincts aren't just going to shut off. I'll still want to go out and kill things, I just won't be able to. If I try, Sam will make sure I have a nice wall of fire in my way.
The only thing I have left of this is the opportunity to train Arianna if she's willing to let me. Which she probably won't be, considering how good she seems to think she is on her own. Not that she isn't, she's talented. There are just some things she should probably learn from me if she's going to take it all on by herself. And unless I can talk the council into sending someone else, she will the only active slayer in the area. Its a big responsibility.
Which is why I have the ice cream ready, and Lorelai is down for her nap. Julia and Junior keep themselves amused, so they're just playing. I'll check on them in a few minutes to make sure there aren't any fires, but for the most part, they're good.
Arianna should be here any minute. And if she sees the ice cream before she gets the explanation, she's at least eighty-five percent likely to think I'm pregnant again.
Ben and Jerry's is usually a warning sign for her.
Not this time.
I hate having to give up being a slayer. I know why I'm doing it, and seeing Junior happier is enough to make me see that I made the right decision, but it still sucks. I was given the power to make a difference, and now I'm not going to be using it anymore. No one else will be called in my place, and I'll still be as strong as ever, I just won't be doing anything with it. I'll be average with a better punch. The kind of mom who can open all the peanut butter jars on her own, but breaks them in the process.
Its going to drive me crazy after a while. No matter what my reasons are for doing this, I'm still giving up a piece of myself. And considering its the one thing I've had to distract myself at the lowest points in my life, its a big deal. Even if I'm more than that now, I'm still everything else and a vampire slayer. My instincts aren't just going to shut off. I'll still want to go out and kill things, I just won't be able to. If I try, Sam will make sure I have a nice wall of fire in my way.
The only thing I have left of this is the opportunity to train Arianna if she's willing to let me. Which she probably won't be, considering how good she seems to think she is on her own. Not that she isn't, she's talented. There are just some things she should probably learn from me if she's going to take it all on by herself. And unless I can talk the council into sending someone else, she will the only active slayer in the area. Its a big responsibility.
Which is why I have the ice cream ready, and Lorelai is down for her nap. Julia and Junior keep themselves amused, so they're just playing. I'll check on them in a few minutes to make sure there aren't any fires, but for the most part, they're good.
Arianna should be here any minute. And if she sees the ice cream before she gets the explanation, she's at least eighty-five percent likely to think I'm pregnant again.
Ben and Jerry's is usually a warning sign for her.
Not this time.