Shit. He got Missy. God, what he did to her... Slayers are supposed to die. Watchers are supposed to live to a ripe old age, mourning the death of their girl.

It's not supposed to be like this. Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't have been a quick kill? For as long as I live, I will never forget her screams, her pleas for mercy, the way she looked, broken and bleeding, as I watched form behind a pile of crates.

And even that wasn't enough. He turned her so I would have to kill the one person who had loved me all my life. I had to kill my mentor and only friend in the world because of him.

And now he's got me running for my life, because I'm not strong enough to kill him.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.