Javier Vachon |
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He was brought across in 1531
To fight against injustice in the world.
But he was young... immortal,
So he ran from responsibility.
Now he's found a reason to stay,
A purpose to his endless, forever night.
100 Nice things about Vichon and Ben
I never thought I would live to be twenty-five. I lived hard and fast. A soldier does. We used to say "mientras dure la vida", while life lasts... and live each moment as if it were our last. I still do that--even though my life will last forever--siempre jamas.
It was 1531 and I was a soldier--running messages to artillery placements in the hills above Lake Titicaca. I remember thinking how impossible it would be to defeat them--the Incas--as I ran. He was watching me--the Inca--and he attacked me.
We fought for what seemed like hours, neither of us winning, both of us losing, and as the sun left the sky, we both fell, dying. I remember looking up at the stars when she came in the darkness--our master. She'd been watching...said she could still feel courage in our dying hearts. And she brought us both across.
It was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, and yet it was somehow...pure. It was if she was flowing into me. It was everything.
But I was young and immortal. The last thing I wanted to do was spend it chained to a mortal enemy of mine. That night I was the first to rise. He was still buried in the soil, so I took a tree branch and stabbed him with it. I should have made sure he was dead. But I was impatient and hungry. So I left. He's been chasing me ever since. But there is a world out there, and I wanted to live, so I kept a step ahead of him--until Toronto. Ah well, lo que hice, heco esta--what I did is done...
I've had a hell of a good time, though. I'm one to live and let live, sit back and enjoy what comes, and if there's a pretty woman--well, so much the better. Todos los espanoles somos muy aficionados a las muchachas guapas. We Spaniards are all very fond of pretty girls.
For a long time I ran with a crew--with Screed, Bourbon, and Urs. Misfits, all of us, one way or another. But we had fun. It all gets old, though, when you live forever, eventually. We went our ways before Toronto, but we still ended up in the same place. But it was here, that I finally faced the Inca. I also found out that a little skinny mortal with big blue eyes had the power to nail me to this piece of ground. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
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The Inca showed up. But then he always does. On his quest to do good or whatever the hell it is he wants to do. So, I decided to leave. Only natural. Problem was the plane didn't get very far. It went ka-boom, and the next thing I know, I'm looking up into these cerulean eyes framed by hair the color of corn silk. I thought I was in heaven for a moment, until I realized what had happened.
Fate, destino, suerte...whatever... We met again when I was retrieving my hand. She told me to "Freeze". Can you believe it? They really say that. I thought it was just the movies... Anyway, she was a resister, and I couldn't whammy her into forgetting me with my hand in my...uh, hand. You should have heard the conversation...she told me I was full of it. I think I was in trouble right then.
I must have a soft spot for women who call me slackers and try to arrest me. I should have killed her, but I couldn't. Screed called me every kind of idiot under the sun, but I couldn't do it. I let her go. I let Tracy Vetter go. Good thing, too. Next thing I know, her partner shows up and throttles me within an inch of my unlife. I haven't been that scared in a long time. Not since I was alive. And that was how I met Nick Knight. An 800-year-old vampire you wouldn't want to mess with on a dark night, and a vampire who doesn't want to be a vampire. He was working as a cop--Tracy's partner. Kind of left my head spinning.
Whether it was his pointed little lecture about responsibility or Tracy's big blue eyes, I ended up staying in this town. I got the Inca off my back (which is good), but I got Knight for a replacement (which isn't so great--he's a hell of a lot harder to avoid than the Inca ever was). And I've got Tracy. All I have to do is figure out what to do about it--de una vez para siempre. But, hey, that's life. Live it as it comes. Tomorrow will take care of itself...
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Every woman has her own scent. Her own flavor. Your blood is who you are. A taste of apricots. The scent of calla lilies. Every drop tells it story. |
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