Sophie
Sophie opened the door, twisting her hair back into a ponytail.
"Yeah?"
"Good evening, Miss O'Shaughnessy. My name is Victor Travelyn. I'm your new Watcher."
Sophie rolled her eyes.
"Well, I was just about to head out on patrol."
"Splendid, I can observe your technique."
"Dad, I'm going out to patrol!"
"Ok, darlin'. Dust some vamps. And don't get bit!"
"No fear!"
Victor was flabberghasted.
"They know you're a Slayer?"
"Neighbours do too. But that might have something to do with the fact that I slayed a Chaos demon on their lawn."
~*~*~*~
Barely twenty minutes into her usual sweep, and Sophie's wondering how to get him to shut the hell up. Why did he have this need to endlessly talk and talk and talk...
She dusted a few vamps on the street, ignoring his comments about her style. She slayed them, so what did it matter how she did it? They were still dusted. And she was alive. That was all she was bucking for at the moment.
~*~*~*~
Later she chalked using him for vampire bait up to her general frustration. It had nothing to do with the fact that she had her period and was desperately craving chocolate, and this annoying tweeed wearing idiot had been keeping her from the chocolate.