Limits and Boundries
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I don't remember when I was taken from my parents and went to live with my Watcher to start my training as a potential Slayer. I know I was very young, though, for he's the closest thing I can remember having to family. To a father. Though I must say, my life has certainly been different than the norm.
I never attended a regular school growing up. David said I wouldn't learn some of my most valuable lessons in a classroom setting. So in addition to father, mentor and friend, he became a teacher as well, and I must admit, I've learned a great deal from him.
Sometimes I'm certain he knows me even better than I do. Especially now as I fulfill my destiny. He can tell simply by how I close the door when I return from a patrol or mission how successful it went. There's something remarkable to be said for that sort of power of observation. I like to think I know him nearly as well. Even if he isn't as demonstrative about his feelings as I tend to be.
It hasn't always been easy, though, and there are a good many things I know we don't see eye to eye on. Still, he's the only person I will ever give in to, stubborn as I know I tend to be.
Most of it, I believe, is that while David worries far too much, I don't worry nearly enough. I know I'm too accepting of the idea that my life will very likely be a short one. All it would take is one little slip in concentration, just one careless little mistake, to cause me to lose my life.
I've even made careless mistakes in the past with near dire results. My first night hunting, in a quick moment of anger and impatience, a vampire managed to catch me in the shoulder with a knife. Not until we returned home and I remarked on a strange tingling sensation and David took a look at it before diving into his books did he discover that the blade was coated with Belladonna. Deadly Nightshade.
Our most recent disagreement was over boys. I met a naval officer a few nights ago- saved his life even, and he wanted to return the favour by taking me to lunch, or something the next day. I told him I'd have to talk to my guardian about it, but I'd try to show up.
David, of course, first thing he said was, "No dating. No boys." I admit, I wasn't entirely surprised, but I still pushed the issue until he began to get angry and said that I wasn't part of their world and I needed to keep my concentration sharp. I can't help but thinking if it wasn't for that one little slip- and believe me, I learned from it- he'd worry at least a little less about the fact that some day, I'm going to walk out that door and not come back.
There's something about knowing your life is destined to be a short one that makes you want to live every moment to the fullest. Make every minute count. I intend to follow the desire. Just... within my limits.
Disclaimer: SlayerConcepts belong to Joss Whedon
I don't remember when I was taken from my parents and went to live with my Watcher to start my training as a potential Slayer. I know I was very young, though, for he's the closest thing I can remember having to family. To a father. Though I must say, my life has certainly been different than the norm.
I never attended a regular school growing up. David said I wouldn't learn some of my most valuable lessons in a classroom setting. So in addition to father, mentor and friend, he became a teacher as well, and I must admit, I've learned a great deal from him.
Sometimes I'm certain he knows me even better than I do. Especially now as I fulfill my destiny. He can tell simply by how I close the door when I return from a patrol or mission how successful it went. There's something remarkable to be said for that sort of power of observation. I like to think I know him nearly as well. Even if he isn't as demonstrative about his feelings as I tend to be.
It hasn't always been easy, though, and there are a good many things I know we don't see eye to eye on. Still, he's the only person I will ever give in to, stubborn as I know I tend to be.
Most of it, I believe, is that while David worries far too much, I don't worry nearly enough. I know I'm too accepting of the idea that my life will very likely be a short one. All it would take is one little slip in concentration, just one careless little mistake, to cause me to lose my life.
I've even made careless mistakes in the past with near dire results. My first night hunting, in a quick moment of anger and impatience, a vampire managed to catch me in the shoulder with a knife. Not until we returned home and I remarked on a strange tingling sensation and David took a look at it before diving into his books did he discover that the blade was coated with Belladonna. Deadly Nightshade.
Our most recent disagreement was over boys. I met a naval officer a few nights ago- saved his life even, and he wanted to return the favour by taking me to lunch, or something the next day. I told him I'd have to talk to my guardian about it, but I'd try to show up.
David, of course, first thing he said was, "No dating. No boys." I admit, I wasn't entirely surprised, but I still pushed the issue until he began to get angry and said that I wasn't part of their world and I needed to keep my concentration sharp. I can't help but thinking if it wasn't for that one little slip- and believe me, I learned from it- he'd worry at least a little less about the fact that some day, I'm going to walk out that door and not come back.
There's something about knowing your life is destined to be a short one that makes you want to live every moment to the fullest. Make every minute count. I intend to follow the desire. Just... within my limits.