The headstone was just big enough to hide behind, if he crouched down. Matt's eyes narrowed as one of those monsters came into view. He jumped to his feet, but before he could make another move, he was coughing through a cloud of dust.
"Dude," Xander chided.
Matt sighed and tossed his stake into his bag, they'd been hunting since nine pm, and so far Xander had dusted most of the vamps they'd seen.
"What's up man? Every time we get a vamp, you hesitate, you can't hesitate when slaying." Xander stated, shaking his head sarcastically.
Slaying, that was a new term for Matt. Ever since he'd woken up in Sunnydale, he'd had a strange feeling that he didn't belong here.
"Sorry, I've never really slayed anything before," at least I don't think I have. He thought.
The red head, Willow, came over and handed him her book, she always carried one with her, it had symbols and odd pictures in it; Matt was sure it was witchcraft.
"Don't be so hard on him Xander," She said, giving Matt a sympathetic look.
"You didn't dust any vamps on your first try." The blonde girl, Buffy, placed a hand on Matt's shoulder.
Xander crossed his arms and scowled, and mumbled something that sounded like an insult.
"Has anybody seen Spike?" Giles wondered as he came up behind them.
"Not since yesterday when Matt showed up," Xander made a disgusted face when he said Matt's name.
"Wait; did Spike get traded for Matt?" Buffy's smile cut through Xander like a knife.
Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief from his chest pocket.
"If we did, then I'm gonna find out how," Xander stated, grabbing a crossbow from the bag and stalking away.
"Fuck," Spike clung to the side of the building. The noonday sun glared down at him like the eye thing from Lord of the Rings.
He knew he wasn't in Sunnydale, it had been nighttime, last he remembered, and when he woke up he'd been burning like an overcooked quiche.
"Hey, are you okay?" A voice asked. He was a stocky male with reddish brown spiky hair; light blue eyes; and he wore a very distinctive ring, a large blue stone in a silver setting that looked old.
"I'm fine kid, bugger off if you know what's good for you." Spike said, throwing his long leather jacket over his head and running to the shadow of the next building.
The boy followed him, smirking. "You're a vampire, aren't you?"
Spike gasped and leaned against the cool bricks, "Took you long enough to deduce didn't it, Sherlock?" He spat.
The boy didn't seem fazed by the insult; in fact, he had the nerve to smirk.
"You're not from around here," He stated.
Spike took out a cigarette and lit it, "What gave you that idea?"
"The fact that you don't have one of these," The boy held up the ring, it flashed in the sunlight and sparkled like diamonds.
"What's your name?" Spike wondered.
"Stefan,"
"Well Stefan," Spike flicked his cigarette, he ground the butt into the gravel and grabbed Stefan by the neck.
"I'll be taking that," He slipped Stefan's ring off and snapped his neck, "And you can take this."
Spike slid the ring over his own finger and gingerly stepped into a square of light. His skin didn't blister, or turn an irritated shade of red.
"This is bloody brilliant," Spike smiled.