Available Darkness Season 2

though.
    He tried to get a sense for the time, but was unconscious just long enough to feel certain of nothing. It felt like midnight as much as four in the morning. Unable to see the moon, he couldn’t judge where it was in the sky. He had minutes or hours until death, and no way to know the difference between them.
    John tried to reach out to Larry and Abigail telepathically, but could find neither’s signal — not surprising since he’d been largely unable to tune them in with any sort of consistency for a while. The best he usually managed was the occasional fleeting thought from one or both, though they rarely came together. His attempts to communicate, or even read their thoughts from afar hadn’t borne fruit for a while.
    John wondered if Omega had somehow drugged him to dampen his abilities, to keep him from using his telepathy to communicate. He had no clue how they could consistently deliver a drug into his system, unless they were spiking food in his apartment, but knew they were capable of anything, and despite their aversion to all things magick, they had no problem using it to achieve their means.
    John wanted to believe he was sharp enough to sense if someone were inside his place while he was out, but his senses tingled whenever he was in his apartment, no matter what. He’d never felt right there, partly because it wasn’t really his home and never would be no matter how long he lived there, and partly because Omega routinely checked in on him. John always felt like he was being watched, and probably was.
    If they were already watching him, why not drug him, too?
    Finally, more because he was out of choices than keen on the idea, he tried reaching the only human other than Abigail he’d ever turned — gangster turned vampire, Tiny.
    Tiny? Tiny? Can you hear me?
    John felt nothing.
    Shit.
    A deep voice suddenly echoed in his head, “Johnny? That you?”
    Tiny! Yes, it’s me, John!
    “What the fuck you doin’ in my head, Man. Your phone broke?”
    John laughed.
    Oh, thank God I found you. I’m in trouble, Tiny. Someone’s got me locked up in a well. I’ve no idea where I am, but I’m pretty sure once the sun rises, I’m burnt. What time is it?
    “It’s about four in the morning in Seaside Heights.”
    I didn’t wake you did I?
    “Hell no, I’m a creature of the night like you now, remember?”
    Of course. I need you to focus on my voice, OK Tiny? Can you feel where I am?
    “Feel where you are? How the fuck I’m supposed to feel somethin’ like that?”
    I don’t know. But sometimes I can feel how close someone is to me, and I can find them by concentrating.
    “Well, can you feel me, then?”
    A little, and you don’t feel too far. But I don’t really know because I don’t have any idea where I am, and I kind of need to know where I am in order for it to work.
    Tiny was quiet for a moment, then said, “I think I feel something.”
    Yeah?
    “I don’t know. I think I have an idea where you are, but I’m not sure. I’ll hop in the car and see if I can find you, OK?”
    OK. If I don’t hear from you soon, I’ll try reaching you again.
    “OK,” Tiny agreed. A second later he asked, “Hey, John?”
    Yeah?
    “You ain’t always listenin’ to my thoughts ‘n’ shit, are you?”
    John laughed.
    No, that’s not how it works. It’s not a permanent, always-on connection .
    “Good,” Tiny said.
    Why’s that? You thinking stuff you’re ashamed to be?
    “Shit, you don’t even wanna know, man. You didn’t tell me I was never gonna be able to fuck again, man. My sack started boiling, and it ain’t never stopped. You don’t even wanna guess at some of the places I think of sticking it.”
    Sorry, John said, laughing.
    “It’s alright,” Tiny said. “I found a way to get off.”
    John was curious what the big guy was doing to take care of his needs, just not enough to ask. He could imagine Tiny getting started, then digging too deep into the sorts of details John didn’t really want to hear, and would regret if he did.
    “OK,” Tiny said. “Hopefully, I’ll be seeing you in a half hour or so.”
    Please, hurry.
    “See ya, Johnny.”
    John sat in the darkness waiting, hoping Tiny could find him in time. If it was around four in the morning as Tiny said, then John had maybe two hours before the sun started to rise. If Tiny couldn’t find him, John would be ashes in hours.
    A sudden movement nearby startled John. Is that on the other side of the door? He