Watcher's Diary I don’t know what’s more frustrating – the fact that I can’t find anything new on the Order of Zeus, or the fact that my editors keep sending me to Child Protective Services to cover Cory Blanchard’s story.
Days pass, and nothing changes with the boy. No one’s adopting him, none of the other children want to play with him and aside from occasionally asking for his mother, Cory largely keeps to himself. He seems to have taken slightly to me, but that makes each trip I make to that office even more difficult.
How am I supposed to remain an objective reporter when this kid who’s obviously had such a rough time begins taking an interest in me? I may be a reporter, but I’m an unfeeling ass.
And the longer it takes to discover where the Order of Zeus is and what their endgame is, the longer he remains in danger. Never mind the fact that his mother – after being arrested for murder – just up and disappeared; the longer that boy stays in one place, the more likely this vampire cult is to find him and do whatever it is they plan on doing.
A child’s life is at stake, and his mother is nowhere to be found. Which makes me think either she’s completely turned, or something happened to her. Personally, I hope for the latter … because the thought of a Slayer off the deep end just leaves me nauseous.
The Council has no further resources relating to the Order; I brought them all with me when I came to Nevada. The volumes at Unseen Insight were somewhat of a help, but the more I try to reach her former Watcher, Russell Witherton, the less I accomplished.
Then again, if an email I received is true, Witherton died several years ago. Died at the hands of a Slayer.
I’ve done everything I can think of at this point and have gotten nowhere. I would adopt Cory if I could, take him off Child Protective Services’ hands and move him out of this area, get him away from the threat. The Order might come after him no matter where he is, but he’d be a lot safer in the hands of someone who knew what was really going on in the world.