Available Darkness Season 2

Abigail’s disappearance.
    Though he couldn’t feel her, which concerned him deeply, he knew Abigail was out there, somewhere, hurting.
    It had been two days since any of them had seen the child.
    Hope, John, and Larry were staying in one of Larry’s safe houses in east Washington. It was slightly too small, but far enough from the Guardians, or anyone in Harbinger who might be left looking for them.
    The world hadn’t ended, yet. The FBI had buried the story of the destruction at the Building. As for how the Agency was going to come back from their many losses, John had no idea. Nor did he particularly care.
    All he cared about now was being with Hope and finding Abigail.
    Hope had remembered mostly everything, though John didn’t dare tell her she wasn’t from Earth. Not while she was trying to sort her life out. A decade of false memories, a decade of a life she’d built — all of it now meaningless.
    She stirred in the bed, and opened her eyes, “You all right?” she asked.
    “Yeah, just thinking.”
    “About what?” she asked, turning toward him and pulling the comforter tighter around herself.
    “You. Wondering what’s next.”
    “Ah,” she said, not offering more.
    “You know you can’t go back to Hannah’s life, right? There will be people looking for you.”
    “Yes,” she said. “Though I’m not sure I was ready to go back to a lie, anyway. So, what’s going to happen?”
    “With us?” John asked, “Or everything else?”
    “I can’t even think about us, right now,” she sighed. “With Jacob. What’s he going to do with the crystal he took from me? How did it even get there?”
    “I don’t know,” John lied. He hated lying to her, yet again. But if he told her that she wasn’t even who she thought she was, wasn’t even human, no less, it might be too much for her to handle.
    Hell, it’s too much for me to handle.
    “Jacob is stronger than ever now. The Guardians felt that if he got all the crystals he would be too powerful to stop — that he might come back to our world and bring all the vampires with him. It will be open season on humans.”
    Hope swallowed as she sat up, visibly shaking. “I wish I could go back to thinking I was Hannah. The world was so safe then.”
    She wiped at the welling tears in her eyes. He thought to ask her about Greg, wondering how she was coping with killing a man she’d loved. Killing anyone had to be devastating for her, but killing a man she’d known, trusted, and had been intimate with, had to be soul shaking, the kind of thing you may never recover from. But he didn’t dare take that dark road. He wished he could wipe her mind of the past 24 hours, or perhaps everything since they’d left Florida.
    The silence of strangers stretched between them, each minute feeling like an hour.
    He wanted to break the silence, but didn’t know how, or what to say.
    She spoke, instead, “I dreamed of you,” she said. “I’d gotten into an accident and began remembering you.”
    He smiled.
    She continued, “I really loved you, you know?”
    “Loved, as in past tense?” he asked.
    She was quiet. He looked down at his hands, unable to meet her eyes, and he heard her swallow.
    A knock on their bedroom door shattered the silence.
    “John?” Larry said in an urgent whisper. “You awake?”
    Hope looked up at John and nodded, giving permission for Larry to enter.
    “Come in,” John said.
    Larry burst into the room holding his MacBook Air, open and bringing its bright light with it, rushing to John’s side.
    “You have to see this! I got this from one of Tiny’s men, who have been sitting watch on the portal in Anchor Harbor,” he said, handing the laptop to John and pressing a button on the keyboard to start the movie.
    The video showed the portal, or at least the tent surrounding it, with four armed soldiers standing guard.
    A timestamp on the recording read one night ago, 2:31 a.m.
    John watched, waiting to see what Larry was so excited about. He glanced up at Larry, who said, “Just keep watching.”
    Hope stood up and came to their side, looking down at the screen.
    Suddenly, dark blurs raced by, and the soldiers were down in seconds, never even having a chance to fire their weapons.
    It was a massacre, over in seconds, four vampires attacking four guards. Seconds later, the tent came down, as if ripped away by sheer thought. The portal swam bright in the darkness and the four figures started toward it.
    As the four drew closer