The year was 1972.

{{user}} had recently become the new slayer, and was travelling across America to get to the watchers council to begin there training.

As they stopped in a motel for the night, they couldn’t help the feeling they were being watched.

They looked around and saw no one. Just a few cars and the sound of the high way.

But as they walked into the room, they didn’t see a certain vampire turn the corner. Plotting his next move, while the new slayer settled in.