Dark Season: The Complete Third Series (All 8 books) (53 page)

Patrick

She's here.

Standing over me, looking down at my ruined body, Abigail watches me with incomprehension and doubt. I'm sure she sees a monster; she sees someone who killed her mother, and who then killed others around her. Perhaps one day she will see the bigger picture, and she will understand why I did what I did. Then again, her destiny is not dependent upon her opinion of me. She doesn't need to love me, or to forgive me, and in some ways it might be better if she sees me as a terrible creature. It would be good for her to try not to be anything like me. She has thousands of years of life ahead of her, and she must live them in her own way.

My great regret at this moment, however, is that she will never know her mother. She will never know what Sophie was like, nor will she understand why either of us did the things we did. She'll probably believe that I used Sophie to carry a child, and then callously threw her aside. I would very much like to make Abigail understand that I truly loved her mother, and that I recognize my own mistakes. More than that, I hope that once I'm dead, Sophie's ghost might come and visit Abigail, and tell her about her own life. This, more than anything, is what Abigail needs. Instead, she has fallen into the clutches of a man who will cause her nothing but pain.

I used to have little doubt that Abigail will eventually see through Benjamin's vanity and evil. I was certain that she would eventually realize that he is a terrible man, and she will act accordingly. I had hoped that this moment would come while I was still alive, so that in my dying moments I would witness her standing free and proud. Instead, she wears that collar around her neck, and she has a look of fear and confusion in her eyes. She is entering the darkest period in her short life, and she is ill-equipped to deal with the mind games that Benjamin will play. It's a terrible thing to admit, but I think perhaps I'm starting to wonder if I'm wrong; perhaps she has been permanently seduced into Benjamin's way of thinking, in which case I have made a terrible mistake. I was wrong when I believed she wouldn't kill Shelley; now it seems I might have made a second error of judgment. In this final hour, is Abigail lost forever?

Abigail

"I'm not like you," I say suddenly, my voice sounding so small in this cavernous space. I hadn't been planning to say anything; I was just going to stand and watch him die, but now I feel I should say
something
. "I'll never be like you," I continue. "There's a part of you in my soul, but I'll keep it pushed down. I'll never let it take over".

I wait for him to reply. After all, now that he's close to death, surely he'll speak? Just a few words would be enough, so that he might try to explain his actions. Perhaps he could apologize for all the people he's hurt, or for all the mistakes he's made. After a moment, though, I realize that I'll never hear his voice. Even if he wanted to say something, he's so weak that I doubt he could even move his lips. The time for Patrick to speak is over.

"I'll be okay," I tell him. "Benjamin's looking after me now. He's going to make sure I stay safe. He's been a better father to me than you could ever have been". I feel a strange sense of satisfaction at the thought that my words might actually hurt Patrick, even though I doubt he really has any emotions at all. He's just a hateful, murderous, angry ball of violence, unable to feel love or even sympathy for anyone else. "I'm going to live a full life," I continue, "and I'm going to be the opposite of you. I'm going to help people, and I'm going to make people's lives better instead of causing pain".

Taking a deep breath, I step closer. He's clearly no longer a threat, and I feel he deserves to know the truth about how much I hate him.

"Why did you kill my mother?" I ask, kneeling next to him. I look down into his half-open eyes, and I see that he's looking at me. There's no emotion in his expression, though; he's just an animal, waiting to die. "Why couldn't
you
have died?" I ask, feeling tears in my eyes. "Why couldn't you have died, and then she could have lived, and then maybe everything would have been okay? Why couldn't..." I pause, determined not to get too emotional. "I wish you'd been the one who I never met. If you had, I probably wouldn't hate you so much".

Still, he doesn't reply. He just stares at me, and I'm not even certain that he's capable of hearing what I'm saying. The moment of death must be almost here, and it'll give me some satisfaction to witness his final breath. He seems to have been clinging to life for so long, but even he can't forestall the inevitable forever. Once he's dead, his miserable existence will be over and
his
breed of vampire will be gone forever. I'll be alone, except I won't really be alone... I'll have Benjamin. I don't need anyone else.

"Any last words?" I ask, as a single tear rolls down my cheek. Damn it, why do I even
care
that Patrick is dying? I've barely spent any time with him, and he's done nothing but kill those around me. "Come on" I continue. "You haven't said anything for so long, surely you've had time to think of some profound final message?" I pause, staring into his eyes. "How old are you? A thousand years? And this is how it ends? After all that time, you still don't have anything to say in your final moment. Isn't that kind of pathetic?" I lean closer. "I swear to God, I will
never
be anything like you. I'll be able to love. I'll care about people. I'll see beauty in the world, instead of violence and blood". For a moment, I think back to Shelley's dead body. "I've tried being like you," I say, "and I didn't like it".

Realizing there's no point talking to him, I stand up and take a few steps back. There are tears in my eyes, but I don't know why. Patrick might be my father, but he means nothing to me. At best, he's a shining example of the kind of person I'll never be. He's a monster, and a killer. Taking a deep breath, I watch as his mouth slowly opens, and for a moment it seems as if he's trying to say something.

"What?" I ask, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it?"

A very faint sound comes from his throat, but he's too weak to form any actual words.

"Don't expect any grand speeches," says a voice behind me, and I turn to find Benjamin has arrived. "Patrick will die as he lived," he continues as he walks over to me and stares down at Patrick's pitiful, dying body. "Such a tragic waste. He could have been so much more, but he chose to embrace darkness and hatred. Look at him, Abigail, and learn a valuable lesson. This is what happens when you live a life devoid of love". Turning to me, he smiles. "Are you ready for this moment? Are you ready to become the last vampire, and also the first of a new breed?"

"Yeah," I say, nodding, though to be honest I'm not entirely sure what he means. Now that I'm faced with the reality of Patrick's impending death, I realize I'm going to be the only one of my kind in the whole world.

"It's okay," Benjamin says, walking over to Patrick and looking down at him. "Death is a part of life. Death is a door through which we must all pass. Even you, Abigail. You'll live a very long time, many thousands of years I'd imagine, but all creatures must die one day". With his foot, he rolls Patrick onto his back and then pushes his tired, battered face.

"Is he dead?" I ask.

Benjamin stares at him for a moment. "Yes," he says finally. "It's strange, but I rather expected more. I thought there'd be some other sign of his physical destruction, but it seems we're to be left with just a body". He pauses for a moment, before smiling. "I shall have my men come and collect the carcass. Can you imagine the scientific discoveries that can be made once I start carving into this corpse? As far as I know, no man on Earth has ever had the honor of performing a vampire's autopsy". He sighs. "It's a responsibility I shall take extremely seriously".

We stand in silence for a moment. "What about the ghosts?" I ask.

"They'll be gone now," he replies. "They were just the spectral remains of a few hundred vampires who refused to leave the physical plain. They believed that, while Patrick lived, there was a chance for them to perhaps regain their bodies. Now that Patrick is gone, they'll have to give up and follow the rest of their species into total oblivion". He smiles. "Don't be sad, Abigail. It's a good thing. Those poor, haunted souls had no place among the living. Their final act was to lead you here, hoping that somehow you'd save Patrick and that their hope would survive. Now their pain is over".

I look down at Patrick. "It's hard to believe he's really gone," I say. "It's hard to believe someone like him
could
die". I step a little closer, looking at his ragged face. "He looks so old now, like he's falling apart".

"Don't dwell on his death," Benjamin says, putting an arm around my shoulder and leading me across the cavern. "One must simply recognize death when it comes, and allow it to pass. Patrick didn't suffer in his final moments, unlike many of those he killed over the years. He deserved a far more painful death. If you're interested, I have extensive logs that detail many of his victims. Some of my best operatives, men such as Martin Keller and Charles Nimrod, died at Patrick's hands, and I can assure you that their deaths were both agonizing and unnecessary. And of course there's your own mother, who was disemboweled in this very place".

I pause, realizing that Benjamin is leading me not over to the exit but toward a set of stone steps that seem to lead down further into the cavern. "Where are we going?" I ask.

He smiles. "Your parents are both dead, but that doesn't mean you're alone, Abigail. I think the time has come for you to meet the rest of your family".

"There's more?" I ask, my mind racing. "Who?"

He smiles. "Come with me. Let me introduce you to your brothers and sisters".

"I don't..." I pause. The only 'sister' I'm aware of was Gwendoline, and she's dead. "I have brothers and sisters?"

"Thousands of them," he says. "And they're very, very keen to meet you".

He takes my hand and leads me down the steps, into a corridor so dark that I can barely see anything. After a moment, though, I realize that there's a noise coming from somewhere ahead of us. At first, it sounds like a low rustling sound, but moments later it changes to become some kind of muffled chatter, as if hundreds of thousands of minds are reaching out to me. Feeling a growing sense of fear in my chest, I finally start to make out a shape in the darkness, and the sound becomes so deafeningly loud that I stop in my tracks. Staring ahead, I finally realize what I'm looking at. Frozen in terror, I feel the life force of thousands of minds flooding into my head, all of them crying out in pain.

Patrick

"Now what?"

Still on the cold, rocky ground, I open my eyes and look up. At first, I see nothing, but finally a face appears. It has been many years since Vincent died, and his ghost has visited me sparingly. Sometimes, I felt that he kept away because he trusted me and knew I would do the right thing when it came to Abigail; at other times, I felt that he despaired of my actions and could not bring himself to watch me ruin my daughter's life. Now I find that he has come to bid me farewell, and to join me in mourning Abigail's descent into Benjamin's world.

"I tried so hard to guide you," Vincent continues. "I wanted you to step back and realize the true impact of your actions, but you wouldn't listen. You blundered into everything, assuming that physical strength could solve every problem. Did you ever stop to think that maybe you should have shown a little kindness to those around you? Did it ever occur to you that maybe you should have broken this ridiculous vow of silence?"

He's wrong. He might have been a wise man while he was alive, and he might now have the benefit of being dead, but on this point he is wrong. I did what I had to do, and I mad the decisions I had to make. If I had spoken, I would have risked drawing the ghosts of Gothos back to the realm of the living. All those years ago, when I ended the vampire war and destroyed the rest of my species, it was a condition of the prophecy that I must never speak again. Perhaps I should have tested my constraints a little more, but I was content to live my life in this way. After all, Sophie recognized my love for her, even though I could never put it into words; she saw it in my eyes.

"That poor little girl," Vincent says with a sigh. "Abigail's not ready for any of this, you know. She's young and she'll be easily tricked by Benjamin. She desperately wants to understand her place in the world, and he'll offer her the answers she wants. In return, he'll force her to bend to his will. Even if she one day rebels against him, the damage will already have been done". He pauses. "I understand why you did what you did, Patrick. I understand your intentions, and they were noble. But you mis-calculated horribly. You expected too much of her, and you under-estimated Benjamin's allure. It's an inescapable fact, really. You've doomed your daughter before her life has really begun".

On this point, he's correct. If I had acted differently, Abigail could have learned from me. I could have trained her, and I could have shown her how to avoid making the same mistakes I made. I could have been a proper father to her.

"I understand why you chose to die," Vincent says. "You've craved death for so long, and you held on to life so that you could fulfill the prophecy and wait for Sophie to carry your child. Then you believed your job was done, so you decided the moment had come, and now it's too late to turn back the clock. And I suppose all's not lost. I mean, Abigail could still realize all of this by herself, and take a stand against Benjamin. I doubt it, though. I mean, when you were your age, would you have been so strong?"