Screaming, Darla fled the club. The Holy Water had dissolved away most of her face. With her vision blurred and unable to smell, she'd been lucky to stumble across a couple of drunks who couldn't move quickly enough to escape her.
After Angelus had turned good, she'd fled to the Master. He was supposed to be her rock, her salvation. He'd never betray her. He was as weak as Angelus, trapped in a church, unable to help her. She'd have to care for herself, pick up the pieces of her broken life and be the strong one. Just like always.