“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with questionable taste in men?”

“Why does everyone worship them? I mean, they're beautiful but..." I shrugged. "Lots of people in this world are beautiful.""They're popular because they're cheerleaders," he said.I rolled my eyes. "What is it with this town and cheerleaders?”

“What do you privately consult about?”Haunted houses, exorcisms, that sort of thing,” he answered.Wow. You're like-”Don't say it.”-Giles from Buffy.”He rolled his eyes. “If I had a quarter for every time someone saidthat.”

“A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?”

“Name.” It was a demand this time, not a question...“Fuck you.”“Good name. I like it. Easy to remember. Mind if I call you Fuck for short?”

“What is a Dark-Hunter?" she asked. "Is it like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" He laughed at that. "Yes, I'm a small, emaciated teenage girl who struts around fighting vampires in earrings they would rip out of my ears and shove up my-”