Available Darkness Season 1

before he hooked up with us. He was only loyal to you because you paid better than the bad guys. He would’ve turned on you the minute your money dried up.”
    John shook his head, unable to believe that he’d misplaced his faith so badly in Larry. “Why? Why didn’t you just let me die?”
    “I couldn’t do it,” Larry said, “there’s got to be another way.”
    “No,” John said, furious. “There’s no other way! That was the safest way, that was the only way to keep Hope alive. That was the way which kept Jacob from ever opening the portal. That WAS the way!”
    John paced back and forth, wanting to punch something, wanting to vent his growing anger, but not wanting to scare Abigail more than she already was. Now that she was connected to him, they could feel one another’s emotions, and he had to keep his in check.
    “I agreed to kill myself in order to keep Hope and Caleb safe. Now you’ve just put both their lives in danger! Why did you do it, Larry? This wasn’t about protecting me. No, this was something more. What was it?”
    Larry shook his head, “What the hell are you talking about? You’re questioning why I, the guy who has been by your side for years, who has risked his life time and time again, wanted to keep you alive?”
    “It doesn’t add up,” John said. “You know the choice I had. You knew what was at stake. So, why? Was it the money I pay you? I mean, I thought I left enough for you to stay fat and happy for the rest of your life. Did you need more? ”
    “You know that wasn’t it,” Larry said, acting insulted, which only agitated John further.
    “Then WHAT? Why would you do this?” John asked, both wanting to know, and wanting Larry to give him a legitimate reason not to kill him for his treachery.
    Larry looked down again, and then back up at John.
    “Okay, you want to know why? Yes, it’s true, I didn’t want you to die. You’re my only real friend. I didn’t want to let those fuckers win. I figured if I had enough time, I could find a way that we could defeat Jacob and the Harbingers. But…”
    “But what?” John snapped.
    “But that’s not the only reason. The truth, when it comes right down to it, is that for the first time in my life, I was special. When I met you, I was down and out. I never told you this, but I was on the verge of suicide, man. Nothing was going right. You had faith in me. You took me in, and … you showed me magick. You lifted a veil to something few fuckers ever get to see. You changed my world, John. You made life worth living and I didn’t want that to end.”
    Larry’s eyes were wide and soulful; a dog begging for a bone of absolution. John wasn’t in the mood to forgive, though.
    John said, “You don’t need me to work magick. Fuck, you could’ve learned more from Adam than me, and you shot him! You risked Caleb’s life! You risked Hope’s life! Fuck, you endangered the entire world , because you wanted to feel special ? What the fuck kind of answer is that?”
    Larry shook his head, “I know, I…”
    John couldn’t take it any more. He got in Larry’s face, inches from reaching out and squeezing the man’s larynx and choking him to death. But he kept his hands at his side for the moment, and yelled instead, “What kinda selfish bullshit is that?! Why don’t you tell Abigail that she’s a vampire now because you wanted to feel special ?”
    Larry looked into the van. John didn’t bother looking back to see if the girl met his gaze or not. It didn’t matter. All that mattered right now was what Larry did in the next few seconds. John could forgive a lot, but betrayal was high on the list of things he had no room for.
    Larry’s eyes returned to John, “I didn’t want any of this to happen. If I could take it all back, I would in a second. Shit, if I could die to take it back, I would, but…”
    “Get out.” John said, pointing at the open bay door they’d driven through.
    “What?” Larry asked, looking stunned.
    John pointed again, “I said get out. I don’t want you in my life any more.”
    “John, I—”
    “I said get out!” John’s voice was enraged, almost beastly.
    “You need me,” Larry said, not defensive, but matter-of-factly, “You won’t last a week without me, without the connections I built, without someone you can trust.”
    “That’s just the problem,” John said, “I can’t trust you anymore. I can’t risk you doing something selfish again, something that puts us all