You see, Watcher, I'm not stupid enough to think you really want me to fail.
"What mortal doesn't fear death?" the Watcher asked, his brow furrowing.
The Watcher lingered for a moment.
The Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
"Chosen is the wrong word," the Watcher said.
The rain didn't touch the Watcher, and Jule crossed his arms.
"I'm glad you ask," the Watcher said, his gaze darkening.
He ignored the irritated Watcher and shrugged deeper into his blanket.
Whatever this Watcher was planning, it wasn't good.
She wasn't the threat the Watcher made her out to be.
"A powerful innocent," the Watcher corrected him.
The Watcher didn't look happy.
She sounds like a Watcher.
"So you'd rather stay here and watch the world fall apart," the Watcher said.
The funny thing is, the Watcher told me that any Original Being that was set free would destroy the world.
I'm not a Watcher.
He'd nearly reached the end of the alley when the hair on the back of his neck rose like it did when a Watcher was present, only this was no Watcher.
"We can't track them in the mortal realm," the Watcher said.
Satisfied it was getting what it wanted, the Watcher left him alone.
"Thank you, ikir," the Watcher said.
For your kind, Watcher.
The Watcher's hand fell away, and his gaze went to the dark side of the bay, where the little girl was already fast asleep.
Dusty, Sofia, Darian, Damian, Jule, Jenn, Toni, Jonny, Watcher.
She flipped through her address book, gaze settling on the Watcher's name.
This text came from the Watcher.
The Watcher's whisper was in her mind this time.
He flipped through the address book in his phone and dialed the Watcher.
The Watcher's grim words stopped his retort.
The Watcher's voice was soft in his mind.
It was faint, but sounded like the Watcher's.
She texted to the Watcher.
I did it, Watcher.
Dusty studied him a moment longer, recalling his conversation with the Watcher.
Unaffected by Darian's magic, Bianca touched Jonny's lifeless body, recalling the Watcher's words.
The Watcher's eyes flashed.
Jule studied him, guessing his words to be correct by the anger on the Watcher's face.
Damian would never kill his brother, Jule, but if the woman was dangerous enough to warrant a Watcher's attention, he couldn't look the other way.
"Common knowledge the war spilled over," the Watcher snapped.
The Watcher said nothing.
The Watcher stepped forward.
The Watcher's face reddened.
The Watcher disappeared in a flicker of light.
He still couldn't remember much more than what the Watcher and Original Vamp had told him.
Darian said a Watcher ordered you to kill your mate?
His newfound power had broken whatever barrier the Watcher put between them.
The Watcher's voice pierced his confusion.
"The seal will never be whole again," the Watcher said in a hushed tone, his green eyes on the sky.
The Watcher winked out of existence, and Darian looked up.
The gateway between realms is cracked, and I have a slight Watcher infestation problem.
It'll be the last, Watcher.
"This has been a long time coming, Watcher, but don't come back," Damian said.
The Watcher frowned, his gaze going from Damian to Jule.
"Forgive me, ikir," the Watcher said with a bow of his head.
The Watcher's eyes went around his study, as if this was his first visit in a great while.
"You here just to visit?" he prodded at the Watcher's silence.
"There is a disturbance in the uh, basketball game, as you call it," the Watcher said.
They're coaching him, the Watcher said softly.
"Our war has again spread to yours," the Watcher acknowledged.
"By your leave, ikir," the Watcher said and bowed his head again.
The Watcher nodded and disappeared in a wink of light.
With any luck, his Watcher wouldn't fail him.
At your risk, Watcher.
I do apologize, the Watcher said.
You have to protect him, the Watcher said.
The Watcher returned his gaze to his phone, reading a text.
He'd hoped never to see the Watcher again.
"I've assigned you a ringtone," the Watcher said in satisfaction.
"No, ikir," the Watcher said, looking up.
The Watcher smiled in response, and Damian knew well enough his kind truly thought themselves superior.
"I understand," the Watcher said.
He felt the Watcher's presence disappear as he entered the mansion.
Two people were all he knew with certainty: Sofia and the Watcher with his forest green eyes.
He'll break if you push him, the Watcher said.
He was too out of sorts to feel the Watcher's arrival.
"He's been abused for thousands of years," the Watcher said, pausing beside the still, scarred man and resting a hand on his head.
"Yes, she did," the Watcher said.
"Yes, ikir, it is," the Watcher agreed.
"There is a legend among the humans of the phoenix, who rises from his own ashes," the Watcher replied.
He looked to the Watcher, surprised.
"Watcher, I love him, and I can't fathom his pain," he said.
"No. Even in human time, his suffering will be short but it will be very bad for him until it ends," the Watcher replied.
"Close," the Watcher admitted.
The amount of distaste in the Watcher's voice amused him.
Jule had never said what he'd done to piss someone off and get exiled to earth, but it must have been bad if the Watcher's kind clipped his powers and sent him packing.
"By your leave, ikir," the Watcher said with a bow of his head.
"I mean no harm, Guardian," the Watcher said.
"Ikira, I am a Watcher, one of those who guards the Guardians," he said with another of his warm smiles.
"I know, Darian," the Watcher said.
Dustin gave a tense nod and pushed her behind him, out of the Watcher's path.
He was coiled and ready to snap if the Watcher so much as looked at her too long.
The Watcher approached Darian, who knelt in response to a silent command.
The Watcher placed both hands on his head.
You will become the Grey God, who you were born to be, the Watcher told him.
"My dear Darian," the Watcher said in a softer tone, "I cannot take the pain of the memories you will experience in the morning when you remember the whole of your existence.
"Dustin?" she prompted when he remained staring at the place where the Watcher had been.
Are they all dead, Watcher?
Not including the man Damian called Watcher, the man called Jule was the only one of the group older than her, and he'd be lucky to survive the day.
Gather your Guardians and battle the Black God, the Watcher said.
The Watcher drew her attention as he bent.
"Your fate is with the White God, Jenn," the Watcher said.
"Farewell," the Watcher said.
"You can't leave—" The Watcher blinked out of existence.
A moment later, the small, grandfatherly looking Watcher with emerald eyes appeared.
"Hello, ikir," the Watcher said.
The Watcher offered an empty smile.
"Good. That will make this a fruitful conversation," the Watcher said.
"I can find them," Darian said, watching the Watcher's reaction closely.
At these words, the Watcher's smile faded.
We will remove them from the planet, the Watcher said.
Tell me, Watcher, if I am the Gatekeeper, what gate am I guarding?
The Watcher held out his hand.
The Others have their own, the Watcher explained.
"Correct," the Watcher said.
The Watcher motioned to the back of the cave.
The Watcher continued to ignore him. "Have you never wondered what remains, since regaining your mind?"
"Maybe someday," he said, turning his attention to the Watcher.
"You said you'd help us!" the Watcher said sharply.
Or is this another Watcher riddle?
The Watcher was quiet.
"You can't do what we can," the Watcher said finally.
The Watcher winked out of existence.
The closest of the immortals was a Watcher, and there were Others congregated somewhere.
I don't need a pissed Watcher or Other sneaking up on me.
"Hello, ikira," the Watcher said.
The Watcher extended his hand.
"You know where we're going?" the Watcher asked.
The Watcher led her to a hole in the back of a tunnel, and they emerged in a sunny, warm world.
The Watcher steadied her.
"You know this is for your own good," the Watcher said, leading her towards one of the only standing buildings she saw.
The Watcher glanced at her belly.
"You'll be safe here," the Watcher said, not unkindly.
"The guardsman will show you to your room," the Watcher said as they reached the building.
His senses picked up more Watcher and Other activity than normal this morning.
I've gotta corner me a Watcher.
"Safe in the immortal world, for now," the Watcher said.
The Watcher trailed off.
You failed to close the gateways, the Watcher said.
The Watcher took a step back at his lethal tone.
He reached out to snatch the Watcher's neck.
Still, she'd texted once, soon after Dusty disappeared, asking her Watcher where her mate was.
The answer from her Watcher was far briefer than its normal exchanges.
You did well, the Watcher said into her mind.
The Watcher's magic drifted out of her body.
Her thoughts went to the Watcher that had spoken to her and healed her.
It didn't seem possible that a Watcher had saved her.
He located the nearest Watcher and Traveled, appearing in a small attic.
The Watcher turned away from the window, surprise on its face.
"You were supposed to close the gateways," the Watcher said with a note of sadness.
The Watcher Traveled, disappearing from Darian's grip.
"For us, yes," the Watcher said.
The Watcher's words grew quieter.
Darian looked at the Watcher, who seemed amused at the idea.
"We will not interfere with your hunt of the Others," the Watcher added.
"You may need us to help with the Others," the Watcher continued, ignoring Darian's words.
The Watcher looked at Jule's still body.
He glanced towards the Watcher to find the space empty.
Maybe in a few thousand years, after he'd killed every Other and Watcher he could get his hands on and found some way to numb his pain.
He gauged the watcher to be a good distance away, close enough to see their movement and numbers but far enough not to see their armament.
The man before her – a Watcher by his glowing green eyes and the Original Watcher by his unusual height of nearly six feet – was smiling.
"Is it?" the Original Watcher asked.
You fear for your own life, Watcher?
"We Originals cannot kill one another without destroying the worlds," the Watcher said.
I'll take what I want from your realm, Watcher.
The Watcher knelt beside her.
You are a fan of choices, Eden, the Watcher continued.
The Watcher was wrong.
"Which of the immortals sent you?" she asked the Watcher.
"He was not always a beast," the Watcher mused.
"Leave me, Watcher," she ordered.
"Watcher," she said, pausing by the stairs.
The Original Watcher appeared, confirming her instinct.
No, Watcher, the gem will kill any who touches it.
"You leave him in such pain, destroy your armies and walk away," the Original Watcher summarized.
The Watcher studied her and then nodded.
He'd never be able to sense the Original Other or Original Watcher, since they were able to move without detection by anyone, even their own kind.
You can thank the Original Watcher for screwing up that one.
There was only one Tracker in existence that was able to pinpoint the whereabouts of a Watcher or Other, the two sets of immortals always at each others' throats.
What would a … Watcher taste like?
"So we're looking for a record of a Natural who got knocked up by a Watcher about sixty years ago," Jule mused.
If the Original Other made it, there was a chance the Original Watcher did as well.
In the same prayer the votary begs that "new blessing may come, new victory from the god Zarvan over the glories and angels, the spirits of this world, to the end that he accept our holy religion, become a watcher within and without, helper and protector," and the prayer ends thus: "I invoke the angels, the strong ones, the mighty, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, Sarael, who shall protect us from all adversity, and free us from the wicked Ahriman."
When she'd gone, the Watcher placed a hand on Jonny's forehead.
"I tried to call you, but you didn't answer," the Watcher said.
A Watcher appearing in his kitchen was the worst sign of impending doom yet.
"We destroyed all the records predating the Schism, but I thought you might want to know something about her," the Watcher offered.
"She's an exceptionally powerful healer, the kind that haven't been seen since before the Schism," the Watcher explained.
Dusty glared at him, hating the way the Watcher community doled out knowledge at their convenience and not his.
"I texted you my email address in case you want to email," the Watcher said and held up his phone.
The Watcher had called those helping Talon the Others.
Dusty knew nothing of the immortal divisions, but since an Other was the evil equivalent of a Watcher, they were in some serious trouble.
"You sound like the Watcher," he said warily.
"It's an interesting time to be here," the Watcher said.
"There's a way Talon could," the Watcher replied.
"Talon wouldn't have Czerno's restraint," the Watcher added quietly.
If he were to be here, the chain of events set to occur would change, and not for the better, the Watcher interjected.
"Whatever it takes," the Watcher said, as if hearing the words, too.
If Dusty's phone hadn't rung, he would've retorted sharply enough to piss off even the Watcher.
When he looked up, the Watcher was gone.
And if what the Watcher said was true, Darian would probably be the only one left standing at the end of the weekend.
She closed her eyes, suddenly remembering where she'd seen the Watcher over fifteen years ago, in Jonny's hospital room.
Warn him about the Other, the Watcher instructed her.
He came to me when I was a little girl, and the Watcher ran him off.
If the man before him was who the Watcher said he was â€¦ "I have a right to know," Jonny said less forcefully.
"No, it wouldn't," the Watcher said in a tone more subdued than any she'd heard.
"You know what I can do, Watcher," the Black God warned.
Bianca was even more unsettled to see the Watcher's reluctant nod.
"There must be a Black God," the Watcher said.
I cannot let that happen, lest the balance sway permanently, and all is lost, the Watcher said.
The Watcher looked at her.
Bianca's mouth was slack as she watched the Watcher disappear in a wink of light.
"Whatever the Watcher did to keep us there is preventing me from going back," Damian said with a frown.
"Rain doesn't bother a real immortal," the Watcher said with a trace of triumph in his voice.
The Watcher paused again to rein in his composure and then spoke in a reluctant tone.
We need her found and distracted until we can enact a better plan, the Watcher said.
A Watcher was stronger than any Guardian in the mortal realm, except for Damian, and more powerful than any immortal in the immortal realm, except for an Original Being.
The Watcher had been up front with him about the mission, which meant there was much more than the immortal creature was saying.
He needed to contact Damian, the White God, above all, and share what the Watcher had told him.
The Watcher wanted her dead, and yet, Watchers couldn't always be trusted to tell their true intentions.
"If you don't, you will set into motion a fate we cannotâ€”" "There is no such thing as a fate that cannot be changed, Watcher!"
"The Others â€¦" The Watcher drew a deep breath.
If what the Watcher said was remotely true, she was a powerful weapon in the hands of the Others, and he had limited otherworldly ability to protect her from them.
The Watcher had sent an immortal after the woman, all right.
He's a threat to the survival of the Guardians, if he chooses to protect her, the Watcher said.
Even when he'd been in the immortal realm, no one crossed a Watcher or Other.
He felt her distress through their bond and suspected the Watcher upset her.
"I've always enjoyed this era of the White God," the Watcher said and smiled, genuine mirth in his unblinking gaze.
First a possible Oracle, then a Watcher.
His thoughts returned to the Watcher, and he wondered just how many of his problems were caused by traitors influenced somehow by the beings coaching Czerno.
"I admit, this technology makes it much easier for me to communicate," the Watcher said, gazing at his phone.
He thought again of the Watcher's latest warning, of there being a new god in town.
He suspected Czerno's Watcher allies tipped him off.
The playing field was as uneven as the Watcher had warned, and it appeared as though Czerno's Watchers weren't as dedicated to non-interference as his Watcher was.
"Tell the White God I send him greetings," the Watcher said and moved away from them.
"You can't leaveâ€”" The Watcher blinked out of existence.
The hair on the back of Darian's neck rose suddenly, and his newfound ability to track Watchers and Others pinpointed where the Watcher would appear before it did.
Do not underestimate me, Watcher.
Resigned to a fate she couldn't determine, Sofi obeyed the Watcher and followed the guardsman through the building.
The man before her â€“ a Watcher by his glowing green eyes and the Original Watcher by his unusual height of nearly six feet â€“ was smiling.
The Human, Watcher, Other, as-yet unborn Immortal and Vampire.
There was some logic to the Original Watcher's statements; Xander was all-but-lost to his bloodlust.
What would a â€¦ Watcher taste like?
He did, experiencing Charles' memory of tasting the blood of a Watcher.
Not as sweet as human blood, the Watcher's flavor had depth and conveyed more than life.
It was the complete antithesis to my own watcher life of conformity.
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Then the elevator snatched the vision aloft and the watcher fled away in joyful excitement, and rejoined the fellow- conspirator.
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And there was no sign of that Spike, or the other Watcher, or even his own minions.
She was marooned in a remote outpost of life, doomed only to be a distant watcher.
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They could see the lonely watcher fingering his gun, and peering down at them as if dissatisfied at their reply.
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If you're a celebrity watcher, chances are you're always looking for your favorite celebrity pictures online.
You don't have to be a loyal runway watcher to know that polka dots have made an indelible impact in the world of fashion.
Trader Joe's Organic Strawberry Spread: It's well worth just one Weight Watcher's point for a serving of this tasty, 30-calorie fruit spread.
Once this happens, you stop becoming the controller and you become the watcher as they two characters figure out how to make love.
The only way to catch these deals is to watch the circulars, visit the stores you know offer rebates on a regular basis, or join a deal watcher forum such as Refund Cents.
As any avid soap watcher knows, it can be a bit traumatic missing an episode of a favorite program.
If you're a regular watcher of the show, chances are you have a few favorite Coronation Street characters.
Because the average soap opera fan invests much more viewing time into their show than a prime time TV watcher, there is a whole subculture devoted to updates and spoilers.
I am not and have never been a good Watcher.
The Weight Watcher recipes use real food found in your local supermarket.
Weight Watchers New Complete Cookbook - This comprehensive cookbook offers recipes that fit in with all Weight Watcher's plans, including Core, Points and Flex.
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If you're the kind of person who does much better sticking to a new routine when there are other people joining you, consider the more traditional Weight Watcher meeting option.
There are several great Weight Watcher cookbooks available today filled with desserts to satisfy the sweet tooth of all.
The Dining Out Companion, put out by Weight Watcher's each year, makes tracking Weight Watcher's Points easy when eating out.
Good choices include the Weight Watcher's Cookbooks, Cooking Light books and the new Betty Crocker cookbook (the old version is a little heavy on fats and oils).
The Weight Watchers Momentum Plan incorporates the best aspects of Weight Watcher's previous two plans, the Flex Plan and the Core Plan.
While customers used to chose one or the other of those two plans, now all Weight Watcher's clients are put on the Momentum Plan.
That changed the day that her Watcher arrived and told her that she was The Slayer, the one girl in all the world who could kill the vampires, demons and other creatures that go bump in the night.
The training, mentoring and moral support from her Watcher Rupert Giles (Anthony Stewart Head) the high school librarian, gave her a decided advantage.
She found new challenges in the face of Angel's resurrection, an unstable Slayer named Faith (Eliza Dushku), a power hungry Mayor Wilkins and a new Watcher after Giles was fired.
Buffy made hard choices this season, including embracing her destiny as a Slayer, choosing to work with her Watcher and turning away from the love of her life because being together would destroy him.
The Watcher's Council also found itself under attack and was destroyed, forcing Giles to escape with a handful of girls and bring them to Sunnydale.
Wesley Wyndham-Price (Alexis Denisof): Wesley, the bumbling junior Watcher from Buffy, tried to repurpose himself as a "rogue demon slayer."
Just why they're recording all this information about Immortals is never quite clear, but Duncan figures out that Joe Dawson (Jim Byrnes) is his assigned Watcher.
It is a combination of her performance and the skillfully created wardrobe, including an ice crown that appears to grow out of her hair, that leaves the movie watcher chilled.
The Watcher series is a five-book urban fantasy/romance series by Lilith Saintcrow.
Starting with Dark Watcher, we are introduced to a world where witches are real--only they're called Lightbringers, because they "shine" to psychic sight.
A Watcher suffers not only from the presence of the symbiote in his body but also from the psychic "glow" emnating from particularly psychic women.
The "glow" is dangerous and painful--but if a Watcher finds a psychic whose glow doesn't hurt him, he is considered "bonded" to her.
The effect of bonding is almost cliche: the Watcher experiences drugging pleasure from the touch of the one psychic whose glow doesn't hurt.
When a Watcher has completed this stage, he makes his own knives and is considered a full Watcher, capable of being sent "on assignment."
Dark Watcher introduces the world of the Lightbringers and Circle Lightfall, the organization responsible for Watchers.
Enter Dante, a Watcher from Circle Lightfall.
His backup for this mission is Hanson, the Watcher featured in the second book of the series, Storm Watcher.
In the 1992 film of the same name, Buffy is the Chosen one, but she requires training from her Watcher.
Rupert Giles (Anthony Stewart Head) is Buffy's Watcher in Sunnydale.
Giles is briefly replaced by Wesley Wyndham-Price(Alexis Denisof) when the Watcher's Council decides that Giles is too personally involved with his Slayer.
"I'd rather someone else take this on, but you're my only option," the Watcher said in plain distaste.
You know well enough what the Others will do in the human realm, the Watcher said.
The Watcher all but spat the words.
"The Others …" The Watcher drew a deep breath.
He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.
"You're right," the Watcher said.
The Watcher was silent.
"Are you done playing these games?" the Watcher asked.
Again he felt more was going on than the damn Watcher let on.
Suddenly, he understood why the Watcher couldn't find her.
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