Chapter 102

I awoke...eventually in the bed in the upstairs guest room, alone, which was okay. After Sawyer had helped me wash up in the shower and then satisfied the ache his blood had burned through me, I'd passed out. I'd needed time to completely shut down, to repair myself physically and emotionally. And mentally, I supposed, though from what I'd learned, that was short-lived. Even if I beat Paul, I still had his power inside me, and it would drive me nuts like it eventually had the other slayers. No, not eventually. Soon. No slayer had lived past the age of twenty-one.

I couldn't not age - Oh, wait. Yes, I could. I could become immortal like my vampires, but I would still be the slayer. I would still have that corrupting power inside of me, eating away at my brain, until I became like Roseff - crazy and a slayer and a vampire. If I'd learned one thing from reading the book written about him, it was that I didn't want to become like Roseff.