Available Darkness Season 2

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    He thought of the parasite within him, evolving his body to turn him into the very things he’d been hunting for so much of his life — feeders, vampires, whatever the hell you wanted to call them.
    Now he was one of them.
    Duncan wished he could reach inside himself and pluck the disgusting monstrosity from his body, but it was now one with him, controlling his urges — more by the minute — and now some of his thoughts. Jacob used their psychic connection as a leash, making Duncan his dog.
    Duncan had never been anyone’s bitch.
    The swirling regret, circling Duncan’s mind ever since he was thrown down into the basement, was that he’d wasted his one shot on Jacob, when clearly he should have used it on himself.
    Jacob tried prying information from inside him — chiefly where Jacob’s brother, John, could be found. Duncan was trained in psychic warfare well enough to keep Jacob from the most sensitive information inside his mind, but it was difficult to maintain his vigilance with the parasite’s constant sniffing for weaknesses in his mental firewall. It was only a matter of time before Jacob would break through Duncan’s defenses.
    He had to find a way out of the basement. He didn’t know where he’d go, but he had to do something other than wait to be used as a pawn in Jacob’s game.
    Duncan was considering his limited possibilities when the door at the top of the stairway creaked opened, and bright light from above pierced the gloaming.
    “Hello, Mr. Alderman,” Jacob said in the same cheerful voice that made Duncan want to rip the flesh from his face.
    Duncan said nothing.
    “How are you feeling?” Jacob asked, descending the steps. “Oh, wait, how silly of me. Why ask when I can simply tap into your head? Ah, let’s see. Seems you’re hungry. Is that right?”
    Duncan said nothing.
    “I can make you answer me, you know,” Jacob said.
    Sharp pain twisted through Duncan’s brain, as if someone were sliding a knife through his skull. He screamed out, clutching his head with both hands, as if he could pry the dagger from inside him, and somehow kick Jacob out of his head.
    “You can’t evict me,” Jacob said, reading his thoughts. “I’m a part of you now, Mr. Alderman. The pain ends only when I allow it to. Understand?”
    He nodded, eager to end his torment. Duncan’s guts threatened to spill their stewing vomit, though he doubted there was much inside to lose.
    “Say it,” Jacob said, his voice dripping with sick glee.
    “Yes!”
    “Good,” Jacob nodded. “Glad to see we’re speaking.”
    The pain ended immediately, and Duncan’s urge to vomit followed.
    “Now, I understand you don’t want to tell me where John is, and that you’re going to resist me. That’s OK, Mr. Alderman. I do admire your loyalty. And fortunately, for you, I don’t really need to find him right now. I’m more concerned with the vessels, of course. But mark my words, a time will come when I ask you again. You will answer when I do.”
    Duncan said nothing, glaring out from the shadows at the monster, standing at the foot of the stairs like a conqueror awaiting coronation.
    The monster sighed, and stepped toward Duncan. “You look at me with such hate, as if you’re better than me.”
    Duncan said nothing, nor did he flinch when Jacob drew closer, stopping just inches from his mattress.
    “Get up,” Jacob ordered.
    Duncan held his stare, already disgusted with himself for his surrender a moment ago. Jacob was chipping his will, and while Duncan had little doubt he would eventually be broken, he refused to make it easy.
    “I said get up,” Jacob said, narrowing his eyes at Duncan.
    He felt the thing inside him, worming its way through his brain until it found what it was looking for. One moment, Duncan was actively defying Jacob. The next, his body was rising from the mattress against his will, obeying its new puppet master.
    Jacob smiled, smug and disgusting. Duncan longed to reach out and slit his throat. Somewhere upstairs, assuming Jacob had not found and destroyed them, he had two Otherworld onyx blades which would do the job perfectly.
    “Wow, such violent thoughts, Mr. Alderman,” Jacob laughed. “You and I, we’re not so different.”
    “You’re a monster,” Duncan said, surprised he could speak since his limbs were ignoring commands to sit, strike, or do anything other than obey.
    “Correction, we’re monsters,” Jacob said, jabbing his index finger sharply