This is only part 1. I have to rewrite alot because my MSN group got deleted somehow and I lost several stories.
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At times, it seems that this document appears broken like journal entries. As one of the remaining, 'Watchers' it has been my station to chronicle the end of the race known as 'The Immortals.' Some would wonder why that I was chosen for such a high-level assignment, especially being that I had technically not been born yet. Looking back at why I am where I am, I remember not thinking I could do it myself. I look up from the book and glance across the room at my husband as he plays with our children, that neither of us where supposed to have. He looks up at me and in those dark brown eyes; I'm transported to the first time I ever looked into them.
Summer of 2003, I am a recent honor graduate of M.I.T. At this time, in my life, I am hoping to get a job with NASA or some cool law enforcement agency. I love the old spy movies. The Charlie's Angels' t.v. shows are my favorite because of the girls who defied the norm and showed that women could be intelligent and attractive at the same time they were kicking your butt. It got even better with the movies starring Drew Barrymore. I knew nothing of the Watchers or Immortals. I thought they were just a figure of Joss Whedon's over active imagination. My only concepts of sexy older men were the James Bond movies my grandparents enjoyed watching. The only time I thought of any thing remotely similar was when my friend, Michele loaned me a copy of the Lord of the Rings trilogy on DVD. In it, I found an elf that was quite attractive for being several thousands of -years-old and not much else. Michele had just graduated from Julliard and we had treated ourselves to a trip to Europe. We went to Paris, Madrid, and Prague. We went to a bar and drank excessively much. Michele did some sort of River Dance on the bar that she had learned as a child with some guy's boxers on her head. We stayed until a bar fight broke out and we were separated in the fray. I wondered the streets for some time and ended up in a back alley. I stumble on two men sword fighting. There is a man with shoulder length blond hair filming it. My thought was 'hey, a movie!' I knew Michele would just die to hear that I had walked into this and did not waste a second trying to get the camera guy's attention so I could be on camera. A thick Scottish accent asked me 'What are you doing here?' in a shocked voice. The two men fighting then distract us both. The taller one with long brown hair past his shoulders is standing over the other one. He speaks one sentence—
"There can be only one!" He too has a thick Scottish accent. The next thing I know he swings back and chops the other guy's head off. I gasp and stand frozen to the ground. He looks up on me and we lock eyes. He has deep brown eyes, the color of hot coffee. He starts to say something but I couldn't hear it as there is a loud clap of thunder overhead and he is hit by a burst of lighting. The guy next to me reaches for my arm but he's hit by the lighting too. He rocks forward and the current sends small shocks through my body. The guy in front of me is hit by two simultaneous bursts of lighting.
Sometime in the aftermath, I must have passed out from the shock. I don't know precisely how long I was unconscious. I awoke the next morning in strange surroundings. It was daylight and I could hear gulls. I look out the open window and see the ocean. I quickly panic and check to see if I'm still dressed. I am. My shoes are the only thing that has been removed and I can see them on a nearby chair. My purse is on the nightstand next to me. The only thing disturbed as far as I can tell is my passport is on top of the purse. It is flipped open. I almost have a heart attack. I climb out of the bed slowly. I do not miss the fact that a small couch near the end of the bed has a pillow and blanket folded over the arm as if someone recently slept there. I pick up my passport and quickly check to make sure everything is as it should be. I am surprised to find everything intact. I dig through my purse to check the contents and I hear the door open....