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Begun
on
11/05/2000
~ Finished on:
3/2/2001
Prologue
~ He
was watching the sunrise.
No matter how tired he was, he always did.
It
had so many
meanings to
him.
It
meant that
he had
survived another
long night, that
he could
enjoy the borrowed time
he still
had.
He always watched it, because he knew that
each sunrise could be his last, and he wanted to remember it.
He
had discovered,
though, that
each sunrise
was different
from the previous,
the colors were
different, the air
was different.
Yet, it didn’t cease to amaze him.
Its
beauty didn’t
cease to
take his breath
away.
He actually looked forward to that moment, the moment where his
breath caught in his throat when he marvelled at the pink and pale
golden nuances of the sky.
William Appleton shivered at the morning chill, yet he smiled.
There
was too
much darkness
in his life, a
darkness toned just
by the red
of the blood he
saw each
night.
The blood of
innocent,
nameless victims of the night
and its mysteries.
Those
nuances gave
a bit of life back to
him.
He knew he was living on a borrowed time, each sunrise was a gift,
each heartbeat was a gift.
He knew that he was going to be activated, sooner or later.
He
had been
trained for
that moment for
years. Nothing
scared him
anymore.
He didn’t feel pain, anymore, he had gotten used to it…they had
taught him to like pain.
He
had nothing
to lose,
no one to lose.
His
family thought he
was dead…he
wasn’t of course.
Not
physically, not
yet…but
his life had
ended the moment
he had
accepted to
be one of the Eletti.
When he had accepted to be one of them he had
consciously given up on his life, for the sake of the world.
A new name, a new
identity, had
been given
to him, a
lousy job, a room…and a
mission….to
spy on them,
to research
on them.
Vampires.
Demons.
He wasn’t scared of them anymore.
How
could he?
He
spied on them
night after night, he
observed them,
studied them…
He
had been
trained to
be as
silent as
them, he
had been
taught meditation
to slow his
heartbeat, had
been given
potions to
cover his human
smell…all
of it, to
spy on them…before
he was
activated.
When the
time would come,
he was
going to
be one of them.
To
keep the world
safe, to
aid the Chosen One,
to prevent
darkness from
overruling the
Earth.
When time would come, he was going to die…to become one of them…
apparently.
His
soul was
not going
to be
wiped away
by the demon
that was
going to
inhabitate his
body.
He was going to be the little spot of light within the darkness.
He
wasn’t afraid
to die,
not any
more. As
a Watcher he
had been
prepared to
lay down his
life for the
Slayer, for the
sake of the world.
Dying
was just a matter
of perception.
Besides,
he really
didn’t have
nothing to
lose.
A first, lukewarm
beam of sunlight hit
his forehead.
He
had nothing
to lose.
Nothing, except
the sun.
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