Fanfiction about The Vampire Diaries about Kai Parker & the Gemini coven. Who wants to read more about our favourite devil? Warning: I wouldn't say this story is violent, you don't necessarily see a lot of blood or torture, but it might be emotionally triggering when it comes to loss and grief. [Available of FFnet and Ao3] Prologue Have you ever had to walk or drive by a car crash and do nothing? Not as in having to stand back because 911 told you to when you called them and you know it's best to let them do their job, but actually having to stand by, watching and monitoring everything that happens and not being allowed to act? Well, if you haven't, let me tell you it is extremely difficult. Nonetheless, it is a rule that I have always observed and lived by, not necessarily because I believed it was the right thing to do but because it was the way I had been raised. People like me don't take any part in all the blood feuds between supernatural species. Vampires, werewolves, hybrids, spirits of all kinds; the only ones we care about are witches. They are the ones we are meant to watch, assess and report about. Then, depending on the decisions taken by our elders, we take action or withdraw. However, our taking action must not influence the course of things under any circumstances; we must only take out the witch or witches that "manifestly go astray" in the "most discreet way possible" using however "any means to said ends". Yet, with all the experience I gathered within two decades on this earth and the knowledge learned from the wisdom of my elders, I went astray. I broke the rules, affected the course of things and became part of the supernatural scenery I had always been taught to watch from afar. I thought I could make a difference; hoped my good intentions and my strengths could somehow help leave the world a better place, so I entered the game. I played by their rules for a time and then I lost. My name is Andy Moreau and this is my story.