Jule was quiet, trying hard to remember something from before the Schism besides brief glimpses of Darian and Damian.
"If what you say is true, and I am an Original Being, I would've been released to ensure Damian's transition to the White God went over smoothly. But it didn't, did it," he said slowly, thinking hard. "It couldn't, not with you and the Others at war with each other. You tried to bring that war here."
"Common knowledge the war spilled over," the Watcher snapped.
"The only thing that prevented you from succeeding was …" Jule said. Tension hung in the air between them. "It was me, wasn't it?"
The Watcher said nothing.
"And now, you want me and Damian to run the Others off," Jule finished. "You're using us."
"I'm protecting you."
Jule laughed. "Gods, I never thought I'd hear the truth from a vamp first!"
"If you find Xander, you must tell me where he is." The Watcher stepped forward. "He hides from us too well."
"Lucky bastard."
The Watcher's face reddened. "Jule, you don't understand what-"
"I'm starting to understand," Jule said, temper at its limit. "You exiled me for trying to protect the mortal realm. Did you see what I did as a betrayal, because I chose my role as a Guardian over helping you wipe out the Others and anyone else in the way?"
"I've tried to help you, Jule. Good luck finding her without me." The Watcher disappeared in a flicker of light.
Jule felt the sudden loss of the connection between Yully and him like the heat going out on a cold winter night. Furious, he paced. Pissing off the Watchers was never a good thing. Despite their ambivalent position on humanity, they'd been somewhat helpful thus far. Yet no part of him regretted the idea of chopping them out of the picture completely. If he was what everyone seemed to think he was, he didn't need them. He needed his power.
Find me when you're ready. The Oracle will know where I am.
He needed to find a vamp named Xander.