I could feel her minutes before I heard her. I didn't know what was currently taking place, and when I look back, I'm still not sure whether or not I would have chosen to walk upon it.

I saw the girl first. Small, dark hair. Hispanic. I knew, instantly, that she was a slayer. Her face was contorted in fear and pain as she looked up at Faith. Faith, who stared back. Who gripped a knife, the blade embedded into the heart of the other slayer.

Faith jerked the knife back, letting the girl fall. I gasped.

In that moment, I knew I was scared of her. She looked at me, and I swear I never saw her look so feral, so dangerous. Her eyes were black as the night, wild and murderous in the glint of the almost full moon. But still, I walked toward her.

And she ran. I hesitated for a moment, but quickly went after her.

It didn't take long to find her. She was backed up against a building; and it took me a second to realize she was afraid of me, too.

She stared at me, and I stared back; slowly walking toward her. I had my hands slightly raised at my sides, trying to show her I wasn't here to fight. She was shaking violently, her breath coming out in pants.

I stopped a few feet in front of her. I looked at the knife in her hand, still dyed sanguine from the blood of the slayer at her feet.

At my gaze, Faith's grip on the blade lessened until it fell from her hand completely. She looked down where the knife had fallen, and slowly raised her hand, staring at the blood on her skin.

She looked back up at me, her eyes still darkened with rage.

"Faith..." I tried carefully. "Faith, it's okay."

At my words, she dropped to her knees and sobbed. She began rubbing her blood-stained hands on the cement furiously.

I was still a little scared of her, but I ran to her anyway.

Kneeling in front of her, I picked up her hands. "Faith, stop," I said quietly.

"Did you see her, B? Did you see how little she was?" Faith asked me; and I strained to hear it as her voice quavered with tears.

"It's okay," I repeated, my arms wrapping around her of their own accord. She gripped at me, crying as I held her.

"I can't do this anymore," she whispered. "I.. I want to help them, but when they give me no choice..." She trailed off, her voice betraying her as she sobbed.

I pulled away slightly, moving my hand under her chin to bring her eyes to meet mine. Moments ago, the look in her eyes was enough to send a chill through me. But now, her eyes looked nothing but empty.

"These girls... they may be human, Faith... but they're no better than any monster we've had to fight. They're no better than a vampire, or a demon. If they are going to betray their calling and take lives, then they should be stopped. And you, Faith Lehane, are an absolutely incredible human being for putting others before yourself and doing what needs to be done."

She looked at me for a long moment. "How is this right, though?" She asked, her voice small.

I shook my head. "It's not. It's not because you shouldn't have to do it. There shouldn't be slayers out there lost like that girl was... like you were." I put my hand on her cheek. "Tell me how to make it better."

The words were passed between us before, and I said them for a reason. Because right now, all the regret and pain over what I'd neglected to see in Faith, when she first arrived, came flooding over me. When I looked at her now, I saw the same girl from four years ago when she told me about Kakistos. Young, scared, alone.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head into my hand. Shaking her head, she sighed. "There's nothing you can do," she whispered. But she looked up at me; her eyes, again, showing me something different- a plea.

"Just stay with me."