"So what is like?"
Mary Margaret sat on her bed and looked at her roommate oddly. "What is what like?" she asked.
Catelyn made an expansive (albeit meaningless) gesture. "Being a potential Vampire Slayer," she said.
Mary Margaret shrugged. "Like being a potential doctor or a potential physicist? What does being a potential anything feel like?"
"But they're not mystical callings."
"Catelyn, are you jealous?"
"Maybe just a little bit," the girl admitted.
"Don't be. The next Slayer doesn't get called until the current Slayer dies. And that's the one who went rogue, Faith. She's in prison right now, and not likely to die for many and many years. By the time she dies, I'll probably be too old to be Chosen.
"But even if Faith were to die, what are the chances that I'd be Chosen? Several hundred to one against. I'm not a Slayer, chances are I'll never be a Slayer, and I don't particularly want to be the Slayer. Right now, all this means is that I'm not allowed off the campus grounds because it isn't safe."
"That does suck," admitted Catelyn. She sat down beside Mary Margaret and commiserated with her friend.
Mary Margaret sat on her bed and looked at her roommate oddly. "What is what like?" she asked.
Catelyn made an expansive (albeit meaningless) gesture. "Being a potential Vampire Slayer," she said.
Mary Margaret shrugged. "Like being a potential doctor or a potential physicist? What does being a potential anything feel like?"
"But they're not mystical callings."
"Catelyn, are you jealous?"
"Maybe just a little bit," the girl admitted.
"Don't be. The next Slayer doesn't get called until the current Slayer dies. And that's the one who went rogue, Faith. She's in prison right now, and not likely to die for many and many years. By the time she dies, I'll probably be too old to be Chosen.
"But even if Faith were to die, what are the chances that I'd be Chosen? Several hundred to one against. I'm not a Slayer, chances are I'll never be a Slayer, and I don't particularly want to be the Slayer. Right now, all this means is that I'm not allowed off the campus grounds because it isn't safe."
"That does suck," admitted Catelyn. She sat down beside Mary Margaret and commiserated with her friend.
