DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE DARK-HUNTER SERIES OR ITS CHARACTERS. ALEXANDRA DOES NOT BELONG TO ME EITHER. BUT THE IDEAS FOR KNOX'S PAST AND CURRENT POV'S ARE MINE.

Sounds of peril rang amongst the abyss as tufts of darkness crept over the mid-day sun and ate away the light until day was no longer day; but the blackest point of night . ~~~

The woman was gone. He knew that. She was gone well before he had even made it into the town. But he couldn't leave; not without making sure.

His ears burned from the high-pitched wails of the people he knew were beyond saving; as he ran through the wreckage of a place that he'd once known to be serene. The only light to his path, were the flames that came rising of the homes of his late friends, as if to taunt him on his quest to find out the inevitable.

He couldn't breathe as he ran past house after house, heard the desperate screams; the resolved sounds of those who had already given up. His legs carried him faster, as he moved forward in a trance toward a scene he couldn't bear to see.

As he came face to face with his childhood home; his flushed, sweat soaked face twisted in agony and his legs gave out. As He crumpled to the ground with his face in his hands his own choked sobs and screams echoed throughout the town, completing the symphony of pain and suffering with the cries of his own betrayal.

A small whine came from a dark corner and he slowly lifted his head...

"The' hell are you doing in my house?!"