[Not for the first time, Garcia wonders why she likes this guy so much. He's basically a serial killer, one of the people she calls Sickos and tries to stop. But yet -- she can't think of him in the same way. It'd be like hating a lion for enjoying the hunt for its zebra dinner. What's wrong with liking a lion as long as it's not ready to maul you or someone you care about? And the fact that she has a long-time love of dark, vamp-related fiction isn't hurting either.]
1880, wow! I mean, damn, that's so cool. I'm probably imagining reality back then as more Steampunk than it actually was, but even so.
I'm guessing getting a Slayer [of course she knows what he means, every vampire story has a hunter in there somewhere] is like a rite of passage, or earns you major bragging rights, or something?