A tale of slayers through the years. There are ill omens and grim portends. Watchers are annoying. People are in a state of desperation. From 1808 to the 14th century to 1820 and from Sunnydale to Italy to Paris, slayers slay and no gratitude is exhibited. This was okay if not endlessly compelling. Being a slayer and encountering vampires has hugely negative repercussions. Vampires are plunderous, watchers have smugdom and this was heavily stylised. This was okay if not a macabre gem.
“Awful, god-forsaken place.”
“As if I required his guidance.”
“What is there to know? You stab them with wood. They explode.”