It had been one day since he had told her to kill him… one day since she picked herself up off that filthy floor and bum rushed him. She had him down and just beat him till she couldn't anymore.
He made no move to stop her, simply waited until she tired out then picked her up and slung her over his shoulder and walked out of the room to another more close off one, where he promptly dropped her on the floor and locked her inside.
She was too tired to cry, too tired to wonder if anyone would miss her, too tired to worry about Angel's soul anymore let alone her own…
She just sat in the dark corner, knees curled up to her chest, staring out into the empty room. This was her life now. Vampires ran free and she was there leaders plaything.
The worst part is he wore her best friends face, so she couldn't hate him… she feared she could never kill him.
Now she understood how Buffy felt, no matter how bad it got… she stilled loved him…
It'd had been one day since she'd completely lost her sanity.