Dark Season: The Complete Third Series (All 8 books) (19 page)

"You're scared of flying," he replies with a slight smile.

"No, I'm not," I say defensively.

"You are," he continues. "It's okay, lots of people -"

"I'm not scared!" I say, as the jet starts taxiing to the runway, bumping along the tarmac as it's buffeted by high winds. I look out the window and see the wing lights flashing in the rain; it's hard to believe that a jet could take off in weather like this. "Is it totally safe to take off in the middle of all this?" I ask.

"It's not an electrical storm," Todd says. "It's fine". He pauses. "Silly question, but have you ever been to Afghanistan?"

I turn to him. "Of course not. Have you?"

He nods. "A few years ago. Local militia groups regularly try to shoot down planes, so you have to descend rapidly in a corkscrew spiral. You head in high over the airport, and then the pilot just drops the plane, round and round until it lands on the tarmac. It's totally intense. Believe me, after that, any other type of flight seems totally serene".

I stare at him, realizing how little I know about Todd. "What were you doing in Afghanistan?" I ask.

"Training," he replies. "The Watchers sent me there. I've been all over the world. Benjamin likes his men to be able to handle themselves in any situation".

"No kidding," I say. "Sounds... intense".

He smiles. "I've hunted werewolves in Siberia. I've been to places you wouldn't even believe exist. I've even been to the Underworld. There are these places, hidden all over the world. They occupy the same space as other areas, but they're extensions of other realities. Whole worlds hidden inside one another. When you -" He pauses. "Sorry, you don't need to know all this stuff. Let's just say, I've been around. Benjamin wanted to make sure I could deal with any situation".

"Sounds like you were in a kind of private army," I tell him, as the jet turns onto the runway.

"I guess you could say that," he replies. "When I started, everyone laughed at me. They saw me as some skinny little asshole who could barely lift a weight. It took me three years to gain any respect at all, but I kept working at it and finally I was accepted by the others". He smiles. "There were times in Afghanistan when I really thought I was going to die, but somehow I always got through. Others weren't always so lucky. I made friends out there, and most of those people ended up being ground up under the wheels of the war machine". He pauses. "I was never scared, though. Each and every time, I knew I'd be okay. Do you want to know
how
I knew?"

I take a deep breath. "I don't know. Do I?"

"This is going to sound a little crazy," he says," and I can't explain it properly, but I've always known that one day I'm going to see Sophie again. I don't know how, or when, or where, but I feel it in here". He taps his chest, directly over his heart. "I don't mean a ghost or an image. I mean the real Sophie. And until that happens, I know I can't die. You probably think I'm insane, but I swear to God it's true". At that moment, the jet starts moving along the runway, rapidly accelerating. The wind rocks us slightly. "Enjoy the ride," he says with a grin.

"Ha," I reply, gripping the seat for dear life. I look out the window and see the tarmac flashing past, and suddenly I feel the jet lift off the ground. As soon as we're airborne, we tip slightly sideways and I hear the engines roaring. For a moment, I wonder whether this is it: it seems impossible that we're ever going to get through this weather. I have images in my mind of the jet entering a nosedive and plowing into the ground, killing us all in a huge fireball. Miraculously, however, we keep rising and - despite the regular jolts - we finally seem to be above the worst of the bad weather.

"Scary, huh?" Todd says, with a glint in his eye. He's enjoying this.

I shrug.

He smiles. "We're over the worst of it. Just a couple of hours until we get to Dedston. You should get some sleep".

I stare at him. "Are you really going to take Abby back to Benjamin?"

"There's nowhere else to take her," he replies. "Let's not get into this again. Benjamin has rough edges, but he's fundamentally a trustworthy and reliable man who just wants to do what's -"

"She needs to be looked after, not studied," I say, interrupting him. "She needs a parent".

"You want to give her to Patrick?" He pauses. "You know what Patrick did to Sophie. There's no way he can be let anywhere near Abby. Benjamin's right: Patrick is far too unstable".

"He'd never hurt her".

"And you want to give him what he wants? After he murdered Sophie, you want to just hand Abby to him?" He seems angry now, as if the mere mention of Patrick is causing him to lose his temper. "Patrick's dying, and that's a good thing. In four or five months, he'll be gone forever. We have to keep Abby away from him, or he'll try to make her
be
like him. He wants her to take his place. Is that what you want? What kind of a life would she have?"

The jet jolts a little, causing me to instinctively grip the hand-rests of the seat again.

"You're terrified," Todd says, smiling.

"I'm really not," I tell him.

"Yes you -"

"Stop saying that!" I say firmly. "Just stop it. So I don't like flying. Big deal. I'm sorry we can't all be like you and get sent off to Afghanistan to get toughened up". I pause, realizing that perhaps I'm being a little unfair. "I remember when you were just a little kid, playing with your toys on the floor. I never realized you were gonna grow up to be such an asshole. Abby's your own flesh and blood. She's all the family you've got left, but you're going after her with a bunch of fucking tranquilizer darts".

"They're a last resort," he replies. "I'm hoping you'll be able to talk her into returning voluntarily".

"And if I can't?"

He takes a deep breath. "She has to come with us. You know that, right?"

I sigh. He's right. Abby's in danger wherever she goes. Out in the wild, she's going to be hunted down by any number of creatures; if she goes with Patrick, she'll end up becoming like him; and if she returns to Dedston and lets Benjamin 'take care' of her, she'll be studied and examined. "What does Benjamin want?" I ask eventually. "I know he says he's just trying to look after Abby, but I don't understand why he wants to do that? Why does he care if she's okay?"

"Benjamin's in charge of the Watchers," Todd replies. "The Watchers have watched the vampire world for centuries. They've studied vampire society, they've examined vampire physiology. They have a keen understanding of how vampires work, and they recognize an opportunity to become more involved. Benjamin wants to help shape Abby's destiny so that she becomes more than just a lonely, brooding imitation of Patrick. The Watchers have seen the vampire civil war, and they don't want anything like that to happen again. Abby's the only hope. She's the start of a new line of vampires, and Benjamin is determined to ensure that the mistakes of the past aren't repeated".

"And you trust him?" I ask.

"Implicitly".

"You're sure about that?"

He nods. "The first time I met Benjamin, he seemed like this crazy old guy at Sophie's funeral. I didn't see him again for years, but eventually he got back in touch. He'd seen something in me, something he felt he could use. He brought me into the organization. I don't know where I'd be without him, but I know for a fact that he's a good man".

"I'm just worried that he'll want to... dissect her, or something like that," I reply. "I'm worried he's not being honest".

"Nothing could be further from the truth," Todd replies. "If you can't trust him, then trust
me
. Like you said, Abby's my family. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to her. Benjamin is her only hope for a safe future. You wouldn't seriously want her to be raised by Patrick, would you?"

I turn and look out the window. "No," I say eventually.

"Then let Benjamin do what he has to do," Todd continues. "He's abrasive and tough. He can come across as an asshole. But he has a good heart. You saw what he did to Patrick. He captured him and nailed him to a fucking wall, and he did that purely because he wanted to protect Abby from her father. Benjamin's a good man. If you and he work together, Abby's going to be in the best possible hands".

I continue looking out the window. Since when was I supposed to act as a kind of surrogate parent for Abby? As much as I care about the girl, there's something about her that makes me feel uneasy. She looks so much like Sophie, but at the same time there's something different in her eyes. She has a lot of her father in her soul, and I'm not sure I want to be around when the vampire side of her personality flares up. Once I'm sure she's safe, I plan to get out of her life completely - for her benefit as much as mine. Abby has to stand on her own two feet, and I get the feeling that pretty soon she'll be strong enough to withstand anything that Benjamin and Todd throw at her. Closing my eyes, I see Abby in my mind's eye. Every time I look at her, I'm reminded of Sophie, and I can't handle that for much longer. It's like seeing a ghost, and I hate ghosts.

Chapter Five

Callerton, New Mexico.

As the night draws on, I venture to the edge of the forest. From here, I can see across the entire northern side of Callerton, and I find to my surprise that my eyesight is much better than before. I can see distant objects in much greater detail, which means I can see my old house. The sun's rays are just beginning to appear above the horizon, but already I can make out the house where I lived with Evan and Ruth Parlour. I imagine them fast asleep in their beds, with a baby sleeping in Ruth's belly. They must be so happy now, preparing to start their own family. The time they spend with me probably seems like a nightmare they'd rather not relive. Although I'd love to go and speak to them, to see how they're doing, I know that to do so would mean cause them great awkwardness. Their lives have moved on, and I shouldn't cause them more problems merely so that I can indulge myself. Disrupting their happiness is no cure for my loneliness.

Donna is tied and bound deeper in the forest. I placed a piece of fabric tightly over her mouth, to ensure that she can't call out for help. To be honest, I still haven't quite worked out what I'm going to do with her. My initial plan was to torture her a little and then kill her, but now I wonder whether it would be better to just let her go. As the night has progressed, we've begun to talk and I've come to realize that perhaps she's not so bad after all. Sure, she bullied me, but does that give me the right to kill her? My father would surely have ripped her to pieces by now, but I wonder if my mother would have been more forgiving. I still feel the two sides of my soul pulling against one another, and I want to prove to myself that I'm more like Sophie. In which case, I should have let Donna go by now, except... I still have this deep, dark desire to taste blood. If I let Donna live, I'll just have to kill someone else. At least with Donna, I know that she deserves to die.

It's a problem.

Wandering back through the forest, I'm once again struck by the feeling that I'm being watched. Something, or someone, is lurking in the forest, staring at my every move. Every time I look around, I see nothing but darkness, but I
know
that someone is out there. I want to call out, to demand that the intruder step out and show his or her face; at the same time, I'm scared of what I might see. Is it Patrick, come to assert his dominance over me? Is it Benjamin and his men, who want to drag me back to Dedston and perform experiments on me? Is it some kind of creature, like the Tenderlings from the diner, who want to kill me or take me prisoner? I feel totally alone in the world, and it's as if I'm being hunted from all sides. The only solution is to remain alone forever, but I don't want to be lonely. I want to have friends, but right now I can't trust anyone.

"Where did you go?" Donna asks. She's managed to get the fabric away from her mouth, though she still has ropes tied around her legs and arms. I'd hoped that perhaps she might have slept while I was away, but clearly she's been awake the whole time.

"Nowhere," I reply, preferring not to talk to her about my doubts and fears. I've grown to like Donna a little more over the past few hours, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to be her friend. One wrong word from her, and I might still rip her body to pieces. She thinks she can save herself by ingratiating herself, but the truth is that I'm filled with desires that are beyond my control. I want to feel her warm blood in my mouth. I want to rip her to shreds. I feel as if I'm destined to kill, but at the same time I feel that perhaps Donna isn't the right person to take as my first victim. I'm starting to like her...

"I think there's something wrong with my arm," she says, holding up the arm that I broke earlier. The skin is turning black. "It doesn't hurt any more," she continues, "but I think that's a bad thing. I need to go to a hospital. Please".

I shake my head. There's no way I can take her back to civilization. She'd identify me immediately, and then I'd be chased out of town. Worse still, Benjamin and his team would be able to catch up with me. I guess Donna has to die. It's just a matter of how long it takes me to summon up the courage to take action.

"You don't have to be like this," she continues. "I know you're not a monster. You can just leave me outside a hospital. You know I won't tell anyone it was you. I just..." She looks at her arm. "I don't want to die," she says eventually. "Please, don't make me die".