Her gaze rippled over the room once again. It wasn't as though she was ashamed of her vocation -- quite the opposite. But she wasn't certain a wedding was the place to discuss this topic. So she tried to gently waltz her way around the obvious: "Sorry. Calling it a job is a little crass. It's more like an inheritance. Back home, one lucky gal gets her cosmic lottery numbers drawn and she's picked to be the one official force against vampires. Demons. Etcetera. The girl -- that would be me, by the way -- doesn't get a whole lot of choice in the matter. And she's not really supposed to make it past the age of eighteen. 'Cause when the first girl dies, the next one's called."
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Her gaze rippled over the room once again. It wasn't as though she was ashamed of her vocation -- quite the opposite. But she wasn't certain a wedding was the place to discuss this topic. So she tried to gently waltz her way around the obvious: "Sorry. Calling it a job is a little crass. It's more like an inheritance. Back home, one lucky gal gets her cosmic lottery numbers drawn and she's picked to be the one official force against vampires. Demons. Etcetera. The girl -- that would be me, by the way -- doesn't get a whole lot of choice in the matter. And she's not really supposed to make it past the age of eighteen. 'Cause when the first girl dies, the next one's called."