"Jesu," Mel mutters, and glances over her shoulders through the inpenetrable blizzard.
If she lets her go, she'll almost certainly complete the mission. Or die out here alone. Or... any number of things. But still, she can't do it. For all the things, and all the people Mel's killed, it turns out the Slayer isn't quite a murderer yet.
"Jesu," she repeats, and lowers the scythe. Then she takes out her purple switchblade and without bothering to flick it open, rams the blunt intrument into the witch's throat, aimed deliberately to disable the voicebox.
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Date: 2007-09-04 07:50 pm (UTC)"Jesu," Mel mutters, and glances over her shoulders through the inpenetrable blizzard.
If she lets her go, she'll almost certainly complete the mission. Or die out here alone. Or... any number of things. But still, she can't do it. For all the things, and all the people Mel's killed, it turns out the Slayer isn't quite a murderer yet.
"Jesu," she repeats, and lowers the scythe. Then she takes out her purple switchblade and without bothering to flick it open, rams the blunt intrument into the witch's throat, aimed deliberately to disable the voicebox.