Mulder looked down at the address he'd been given again, then got out of his car, locking it over his shoulder as he walked up to the front door.
"Here goes," he mumbled, then knocked.
~*~*~*~
"Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil - "
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Mulder said, holding his hand up.
Andrew shrugged. "It's a little hard to grasp at first, I know. And now there's more than one of them, there's literally like... hundreds. We're working on training them and getting them ready to fight, but you know, it's hard and thankless a lot of the - "
"I've come across people who thought they were vampires before, and I've read volumes on the myth, but I've never come across these... Slayers?" Mulder cut in.
"Ah." Andrew nodded. "The Watcher's Council made sure to keep themselves secret."
"Watcher's Council?"
"This may take awhile..."