Horror

She stood over her fallen friend, throat slashed violently. She could only imagine what it had felt like, feeling the life slip away. At least the Master had made it quick. Had the lights gone out in her eyes? Was it slow?

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, placing a hand on Kendra's arm.

Horrific things kept happening around her. She knew it was because of her destiny, her calling but it didn't make it any easier. Kendra had been like her and she'd died. Buffy had no time to wonder if she was next. She wouldn't be a victim.