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About the only thing he did anymore was watch.

Not that he had much of anything else to do, of course.

Ever since the bombs fell hardly anyone ever came anywhere close to here.

That had been about when he discovered that you could drink the blood straight out of a vampire and it tasted just as good as it did when it came from a human.

He didn't have many vampires left nowadays.

He used to be a Watcher.

And then he got sent to the backwater hellhole, and his life shot straight to hell.

He had died in the riots.

He and the other two-- Jesus god, he couldn't even remember their names anymore.

They had had to knock their leader unconscious to get him to leave, and then they all had died themselves.

They had died there in the shattered and ruined Hyperion.

They had died because they had thought that they could ride the wave of the rioting.

And they had bundled their friends off, and their old boss.

What was his name?

No.

He would be patient.

He would survive.

He would wait.

He would stay and he would wait for humans to come back and until then he would wait.

And watch.