Chapter 1
Fell's Church; 19 years earlier
Damon's breathing calmed down as he slowly begun to fall asleep. The peaceful breathing from the girl that lay next to him told him that she already did. He understood that more than anyone else, as he had given her a hard nights work.
He let his eyes wander all over her small, frail body; the dark red hair that fell in soft curls down her back, the heart-shaped face, soft pink lips that where quirked into a smile, shoulders, delicately formed hips and thighs, stopping a second at each place to memorise it for a bad day.
If that day ever came, he knew he'd be the most pathetic being in the world, and pathetic was a word that did not exist in his word-book.
Licking his lips, he felt a mixture of salt and blood, and he licked it off with grim satisfaction.
He dozed off, but awoke abruptly when he heard a voice inside his head.
"Nemesis is drawing near," it said and then vanished into thin air, and he had no idea of where it had come from.
It seemed like it had come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and he instantly knew that all creatures of darkness had heard it, and they would all know what it meant.
He rose and got dressed, everything in complete silence so that Bonnie wouldn't awake. If she did, there would be a horde of questions, and he didn't feel like explaining that he would never contact her again, never think back at her. To him she'd only be a silly girl who cared too much about other people.
Closing the door behind him, he left to find the others, to join those who would stand side by side with their coming Sire, the doom of mortals.