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Carrie hurried down the road to the farmstead, her stake clutched in her hand. She'd always listened to her Watcher in the past and not told Pa about vampires or that she was the Slayer. But what was she to do now? She could still feel the moment when her stake caused her Watcher's body to turn to dust; it had never felt quite like that before. How could Mr. Wilder have gotten himself turned, so she'd have to dust him outside his own feed store? But at least now she could tell Pa. Pa would know what to do.