Mel smirked. "Kind of a lot," she said. The slayer line would expand to hundreds, and then eventually it went back down to just her and Harth. No one knew how that'd happened, if Willow Rosenberg's spell wore off, or if something else had happened.
The smirk became a sad smile.
"I tried." Mel started pacing a little as she spoke, bright green pants swishing when she moved. "He had... an army. Demons, other lurks. And... that was the only chance I've had so far."
She wasn't even sure she COULD kill Harth. That she could handle it. It was her fault that he was a lurk to begin with. She'd put him in that position.
"He'll get his. A lot of things wanna hurt him right now."