"Holy Crap!" The young woman looked at the pile of dust that had been until recently been a vampire, "What the hell was that?"
"It was a vampire." Xander put the stake back inside his jacket pocked.
"Vampires aren't real!" The woman protested.
"Indeed." The night seemed to grow darker, "There was no vampire. No one tried to attack you." Xander seemed to fade from sight.
Shrugging, the woman walked off.
"What the hell was that?" Buffy asked, appearing from round a gravestone.
"Just a little trick I inherited from my great-grandfather." Xander smiled as he faded back into sight, "Just a little trick of the mind..."