Available Darkness Season 1

street, they were fuzzy, without detail. Seeing himself, through footage someone had shot at the scene, sent a chill down his spine and cemented the reality of his murderous actions. While the video was of him, it didn’t seem possible he could do such a thing.
    “I am a monster.”
    Larry laughed. “Well, not quite, but I can see how you’d get that.”
    John sat down in one of two chairs and looked Larry dead in the eyes.
    “How do I know you? And why aren’t you surprised that I don’t remember you?”
    Larry’s eyes flitted nervously for a moment but then returned with their jovial light.
    “I’m your apprentice,” Larry said, “you’ve been teaching me magick. That’s magic with a K.”
    “Magick?” John asked, “What are you talking about?”
    “You really don’t remember… anything? ” Larry asked.
    John shook his head.
    “Wow, it worked better than we hoped.”
    John felt the hairs on his neck stand on end as something in his stomach twisted. What the hell did that mean? Better than WHO hoped? He started glancing around for another weapon and wondered if Larry had grabbed the pistol while he was changing his clothes.
    “Relax, John,” Larry said, as he nonchalantly popped the tab from his Mountain Dew can and took a deep swig. “You asked me to wipe your memories and bury you.”
    “I asked you to what? ” John said, trying to make sense of Larry’s confusing statement.
    “You came to me two weeks ago, asking me to call Adam, a Wiper who could could erase your memory and bury you alive. You said ’they’ had found you again and that you needed to protect someone.”
    John’s mind refused to cooperate with any additional information.
    “I don’t get it; how does burying me protect someone? Who was I running from? And who was I trying to protect?” An idea flashed through his mind, the woman in the memory delivered by Abigail, but John didn’t want to give Larry any information until he was sure he could trust him.
    “You didn’t say who,” Larry said, “but you did say the only way you could make sure they couldn’t read your mind was if it was wiped clean. That involved a spell and a dash of temporary death”
    “Well, why didn’t you come to get me? How many days have I been gone? And why wasn’t I completely buried?” John asked, questions swarming through his head faster than he could ask them.
    “You told me not to come for you, that I needed to go into hiding and you’d find me. I’m not sure why you weren’t completely buried, whatever that means, as I didn’t bury you, The Wiper did. You’ve been gone for two weeks.”
    Larry looked at John, then shook his head and grabbed the other chair. He sat, rolled closer, and leaned forward with his hands out as if he were about to launch into a lengthy explanation.
    “You’re not a human, John. You’re from another dimension, one that was once connected to this one. Think of it as an Earth Two, if you will,” Larry said, making a globe with his hands, “except the place you’re from is called Otherworld by anyone who knows of it. Its also called Orbis Alia, but that’s just in the old texts. It’s a place where stuff like vampires and fairies and all sorts of other crazy shit isn’t the stuff of fairy-tales. Over there, it’s all real.”
    John stared at Larry, trying to determine if he was insane, on drugs, or just fucking with him. Given all that had happened tonight, John supposed anything was possible.
    But fairies?
    “You’re a feeder. You need to feed off the life force of others to live. It’s kinda where the whole vampire myth came from, your people, though a lot got lost in translation. But some things are the same, including an extreme weakness to daylight. But on the plus side, you’re practically immortal, and age very slowly here.”
    “Immortal?”
    “Well, you were immortal, I should say. Then, 14 years ago or so, you found a solution, to become human , for lack of a better word.”
    “You mean, I wasn’t a feeder anymore?”
    “No, you were able to live just like anyone else and go outside during the day. You were even able to touch people without killing them.”
    John looked at his hands and realized how quickly he’d felt the weight of his curse and how he longed to lose his deadly touch.
    “You were the happiest I’d ever seen you,” Larry continued, “even though you’d gotten sick a few times and could feel the effects of aging. You said it was all worth