Sunnydale is safe, you'd thought. Nobody wants to live in Sunnydale, you'd told yourself. Not even vampires, your mind supplied, as you thrust a stake into the fiend's heart and watched the body turn to dust.

All you wanted was to get away from slaying - from responsibility - but it followed you...

An amused chuckle reaches your ears. You turn around while wiping a dead man's ashes from your sleeve. You're faced with a platinum blonde, objectively handsome guy.

"Solid job, darlin."