The Bringer made its way through the dormitory. It could not see, but that was necessary: it knew where it was going, even though it had never been there before. It could almost hear the blood sing out—the blood of the line of the Slayer. It held its knife firmly in his hand, thinking about how it would savour bringing it down on the girl's heart, and how pleased Caleb would be.
It slipped into the room quietly, making sure not to disturb either of the girls who slept in their beds. It could not see either of them, but it knew which was the one it had come to hunt, it stood by that girl's bed, holding the knife above her heart. Then, suddenly, it brought it down towards her chest—
—and just as suddenly, an invisible force knocked it across the room, breaking the large mirror that hung on the wall as it did so.