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I wanted to start the party. [ there's a tiny bit of devil-may-care in her voice, but she says, more soberly ] I've been weak like this before. The old white European guys who ran the Slayer show -- back before I told them where they could stick their "show" -- wanted to test me when I turned eighteen, so they drugged me. I guess the plan was to stick me in a room with one of their pet vamps... nice and clean and orderly.
But that plan went to hell when their "pet" got loose, ate his handlers, and came after my mom. He laid a trap for me, using her as the bait.
[ a beat ] He's dead. I'm not. ...Well, not anymore, but that was a different vamp.