Squinting through the blackened windshield I make my way to the Slayer's new town. The rain is pouring down on my car as I see the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign. With a huff I shake my head at the irony. Irony might as well be my middle name; I was the Scourge of Europe for many decades and here I am preparing myself to help the new Slayer. Whistler said that she had to be moved in order to dodge such attention of a huge city like L.A. I was told not to be fooled by the mere size of the town because it sat on top of a mouth to hell. To be honest I am excited to meet this new slayer..every talks about how she is so different from previous ones. She isn't afraid to banter even in a life or death situation. I remember the night Spike came home boasting about killing a slayer, then word came to me years after I got my soul that he had killed another. A part of me wondered how well trained these slayers are if someone like Spike can kill them.
Putting the thought of death out of my head I pull up to the apartment complex Whistler had told me to go to. A few clouds drift across the moon blocking out the light covering the area in darkness. I feel a vampire nearby and when I stare into the shadows I know he feels my age. He quietly leaves as quick as he came. Reaching in the passenger seat I grab my one lonely bag of belongings before reaching into my pocket for the key.
When I walk into the apartment I am slightly impressed with the size. There is a bed with sheets already set up; however the rest of the apartment is empty except for a fridge. Looking at the contraption my stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't eaten in a day. I figure that a butcher won't be open at this time so it looks like I'll have to find a few rats or perhaps small dog.