Prologue
"Oh, the power! The power!"
The Master's fangs sunk deeper and deeper into my neck, and I could practically feel my veins re-arranging themselves to get closer to his teeth. My blood slowly drains, and my reactions to it get slower and slower. I can see the last few months pass by my eyes…
I see Angel, Giles, Willow, and Xander, in the same light that I first met them in: I remember the pain of moving away from my comfort home in Los Angeles. I even think about Cordelia, the stuck-up little bitch, and how she's been in our little slayer-ette gang, just a little.
And then I see the water, shifting and swirling about, in front of my eyes, and in my mouth.