Prologue

The Major

It was raining hard as I stood looking across the street at the Coffee Shop, the weather reflecting my mood, grey and depressing. Something had pulled me to this spot almost like gravity. I gazed through the sheeting rain into the steamy window. It was pretty full, lot's of humans with their appetizing blood and another, another Nomad. One I couldn't see for the condensation running down the window. Did I really want to get involved with another nomad? I'd left Peter and Charlotte because I could no longer cope with the overload of emotions. I needed peace in my head, in my soul, not more torment and pain.

A couple passed me, arm in arm, and I envied them their closeness. The only closeness I had ever felt was with Maria, my sire. Since I woke up to her gaze I had been in her thrall. She had made me and she controlled me. I'd done terrible things with and for her, until the pain and the horror became too much to bear. If not for my friends coming back for me I would have destroyed myself to get away from it all. It was tearing me apart all the torture, the killings. So much blood and so much carnage I was steeped in it. I felt no ocean could ever wash me clean. I would never be able to lift my head up again, I was damned. Was the nomad in there offering me a way out? Could anyone do that? Or was it a trap laid by Maria to get me back? I couldn't take the chance so I turned and walked away, oblivious of the rain pouring down my face and drenching my clothes. I deserved nothing but the misery I lived with day after day, month after month, year after year, and would do until the end of time.

Alice

I waited knowing he was here, he was watching, but also knowing that the decision was his alone to make. If he came in I could offer him a new way to live to hope, if not he was damned as he already thought. He would be alone for decades, looking for the one person who could make him whole. That there was someone I was sure although who it was I had no idea. I looked through the steamy window to a shadowy figure standing across the road and I knew he'd made his decision. He turned and walked slowly away, away from the only chance at happiness and some peace. He must suffer on for decades before another chance presented itself. I sighed then jumped down from my stool and made my way into the rainy streets of Philadelphia. I'd been waiting but in vain, my head told me to keep walking, my heart to try to help, to follow the nomad but I couldn't, it wasn't my choice to make.