Available Darkness Season 1

allowed you to stay on the case after your wife was a victim? You have a connection to the feeders. We used you to track them, then moved Omega in to clean up any feeders we discovered.”
    “So, you’re saying I wasn’t tracking one killer, but several?”
    “Yes, though most are connected to Harbinger, and you’ve helped us, even if you didn’t know it, to weaken their organization,” Duncan said. “But we had to protect you from getting too close to your brothers, for fear they could trigger the parasite in you. When John killed Julia, we decided to leave you on the case, hoping you would draw him out and we could get to him.”
    “Jesus,” Caleb said, “Why the hell didn’t you tell me? I’ve been out chasing ghosts!”
    “Your work is important, Caleb. And now that you’re starting to remember, we believe you can help us find John. He’s not nearly as well protected as Jacob, and we think you can take him out.”
    “You want me to kill my brother?”
    “If you don’t, the Guardians will kill you. There are people in the organization looking to take over, to grab the reins from the old man. They know who you are and what you are . And they only need to kill one of you to stop Jacob, so if it isn’t John, it’s going to be you.”
    “How can we kill him?” Caleb asked, “Cops shot the hell out of him, and he’s still running around without a scratch.”
    “He’s not invulnerable, though,” Duncan said, “the feeders have two weaknesses. The sun, and…” Duncan stood up, went to his desk, and pulled out a long wooden box and handed it to Caleb, “This.”
    Caleb opened the box. Inside was a single black blade.
    “It’s a special onyx blade from the other side, blessed with a material which kills the infection, and the person, instantly.”
    Caleb stared at the knife, mesmerized by its beauty.
    Duncan asked, “Can you kill the man who killed your wife?”
    Caleb nodded, “How do we do this?”

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CHAPTER 4 — Abigail

    Abigail was sitting on the floor of the warehouse, scribbling flowers on her sneakers with a black marker when she heard Larry stirring on the couch. John had filled her in on what he remembered. While she felt bad that Larry had betrayed him, she also had residual memories of Lydia’s love for Larry, which made her less inclined to hate him.
    Abigail spent 20 minutes arguing with John, trying to get him to see things from Larry’s perspective. It was weird arguing with John, since she was able to feel his emotions, and could sense when she was close to pushing her luck, not that she thought John could be mad at her.
    He was hurt by Larry, though. Part of it was because Larry had put John’s brother and Hope in danger. That was a big part of his anger, she could tell. But there was also the fact that Larry, his only real friend for most of his life, had betrayed him.
    She could feel John’s hurt, and something else, too — an anger at himself that he’d allowed himself to care about Larry. He’d lived most of his life insulated from others so he could avoid such emotional traps. That he’d been taken in by Larry felt like a big fat “I told you so.”
    As John silently beat himself up, Abigail found herself finally understanding this man who rushed into her life and changed it so. And the more she knew him, the more glad she was that he was the one who saved her. He was a good man, and he’d never hurt her.
    Thinking about John and Larry’s relationship allowed her to push aside the subject swirling just under the surface of everything — what would happen to her now that she was a vampire?
    She didn’t want to ask and seem insensitive to the precarious position of John’s loved ones who were in danger unless John and Larry came up with a way to save the day.
    “Anybody get a tag on that truck?” Larry asked as he sat up, rubbing his swollen jaw. “Damn.”
    “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” John said as he stood from the table where he’d been watching the news. He walked over and sat on a couch across from Larry.
    “Guys, come on,” Abigail said as she hopped up and slid the marker into her jeans. “We’ve gotta work together if we’re gonna get through this.”
    John said nothing.
    Larry looked over to Abigail, “Listen, Abi, I’m so sorry about everything.”
    “It’s okay,” Abigail said softly, before adding with a smile, “Besides, I kind of like being a vampire.”
    John rolled his eyes, which Abigail caught,