Available Darkness Season 2

remembering staring into Abigail’s dead eyes.
    The girl looked confused more than anything. John wanted to save her — to turn her — but was afraid of what the agents would do. Even if they let him save her, there was no way they’d let her just go. If turned, they’d either imprison her, or try to use her as they were using him.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
    The light in her eyes faded, then died.
    As the memory collapsed, Shadow fled from John’s mind as suddenly as he’d invaded.
    John asked, “Who was she?”
    “My daughter,” Shadow said. “Her mother died giving birth. I couldn’t take care of her, so I found someone who could. An old friend. A friend of our people.”
    “I’m so sorry,” John said, knowing there was nothing he could say to soothe the man’s pain, or earn his forgiveness.
    “Yes, I see that,” Shadow said. “But as you say, those who consort with the enemy are the enemy. Goodbye, John.”
    John heard Shadow moving away from the door.
    “Please,” John cried out, pounding iron. “If Jacob returns, many more innocents will die! You know it, Shadow!”
    Shadow said nothing.
    John kept screaming until he finally surrendered, knowing that Shadow was either gone, or sitting with his back to the door, enjoying John’s torment.
    All John could do was focus on the aperture above, feeling the earliest hints of the morning sun, no more than forty minutes from bleeding over the horizon. John had another hour, two at most, before the light was strong enough to reach the well’s bottom.
    “Hello?” he called out on the off chance someone was above ground, or that maybe Tiny was close by. He heard nothing.
    Several minutes later John heard a car pull up and stop at the top of the well.
    Tiny?
    “Hey, John, can you hear me?”
    Yes!
    “Yes!” John shouted. “I’m down here! In the well!”
    “I’ll be right there!”
    Wait, Tiny. Watch out for Shadow! He’s close by, though I don’t know where!
    “Who?”
    John felt an explosion of excruciating pain in his head — shared by Tiny.
    John shouted through his torment. “Tiny!”
    Moments later, a dark shape appeared, blotting the purple sky above. John squinted, trying to see who it was. Two seconds into his squint, the shape plummeted toward him. John jumped out of the way as the shape hit the ground.
    Only after it fell did John see what it was — Tiny, on the ground and gushing blood.

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EPILOGUE

    Greg woke to murmuring.
    He slowly opened his eyes, and turned to see Hannah’s beautiful face, barely lit by the blue light softly glowing from their bathroom light, making her look prettier for her slumber.
    Greg couldn’t wait to get to the cabin. His cock throbbed at the thought of another night like the one they’d just shared. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into Hannah, but damn if he couldn’t do that over and over.
    She murmured again, as she sometimes did in her sleep, just one of the many cute things he loved so much about her. Hannah’s brow suddenly furrowed, and her eyes began to rapidly move beneath their lids.
    “No,” she cried, kicking her leg hard into his shin.
    Greg pulled back, surprised, expecting her to wake after kicking him. But she didn’t, still in the depths of her nightmare.
    “Stop it,” she cried out, loud enough that Greg would have thought her in danger had he heard her from across the house.
    He thought about waking her, but something inside him said to wait it out.
    Suddenly, her face relaxed. Moments later, Hannah giggled.
    He smiled, relieved to see her self-soothing.
    Her giggles turned to moans, and Greg’s cock grew hard again.
    Is she having a sex dream? I wonder if I’m the star?
    He was pleasantly shocked as her hands drifted down to her crotch, moaning louder as she churned herself into a sloppy mess beneath the sheets.
    No way she’s sleeping. She’s messing with me. I know it. I should crawl on top of her so we can start round two.
    He glanced at the clock. Only four in the morning. They could go another round and he’d still be able to get a few more hours before hitting the road in the morning.
    He slid off his boxers, but before he could mount her, Hannah moaned again.
    “Oh, John,” she said, her voice sounding somehow different.
    Greg’s eyes widened.
    John?
    “Stop, John,” she said playfully, giggly as her hands still stewed beneath the sheets.
    Greg stood, heart racing and erection dead.
    He slipped quietly from their room, then went down