Dark Season: The Complete Box Set

by Amy Cross

  "There's no way Abby would have killed Todd unless you..." I pause, taking a deep breath. If Abby killed her uncle, I guess that explains the haunted look in her eyes. "He was the only family she had left," I point out. "She's not a monster."

  "I'm her family now," Benjamin replies. "You can be, too, if you decide to help her. Everything is about Abby. She must be supported, and I recognize that I can't do it alone. I can be a substitute father, but she needs a mother." He smiles. "It's a role I've reserved for you, if you're interested."

  "She has a mother," I point out.

  "A dead mother," he replies. "What use is that? She needs someone to take the role of a mother and give her the things only a mother can give her. Blood ties aren't important. What matters is -"

  "What matters is that she has a mother," I say firmly. "Her name is Sophie Hart. She's dead, but she's still her mother. And Patrick's still her father, no matter what you say."

  "I can see I'm not getting through to you," Benjamin says. "I was rather hoping you'd be able to get past this melodramatic sentiment and see what's best for Abigail, but apparently I had too high an estimation of your emotional intelligence." He pauses. "Let's try this from another angle, Shelley. I know that Patrick whispered something to you many, many years ago. I also know that you've never told another living soul the truth about what he said. Maybe you told Sophie or someone else a part of the message, or maybe you didn't. But you certainly didn't tell anyone the whole thing." He smiles. "It's time to say the words. Tell me what Patrick said to you."

  "Or what?" I ask.

  "Or nothing," he replies. "I simply think it's time for the truth to come out."

  "Not quite," I say. "There's still a little further to go."

  "Time's running out," he says.

  I shake my head.

  "Don't you think Abigail deserves to hear her father's words?"

  "Maybe I'll tell Abby some time," I reply. "I'll never tell you."

  "You're stubborn," he says. "You should reconsider your attitude, Shelley. It might get you into a lot of trouble."

  "Are we done here?" I ask, standing up.

  "You haven't finished your whiskey."

  "It's a little bitter," I reply, pushing the glass over to him. "I've tasted better."

  "I doubt it," he says with a laugh. "I know the kind of flophouses where you used to sell your body to drunks. You're nothing more than a pathetic whore. I hope you realize that you're making a terrible mistake, Shelley. You've chosen the wrong person to trust. Patrick is a monster."

  "There's only one monster here," I say, "and it's not Patrick."

  "You trust him to have Abigail's best interests at heart?" Benjamin asks. "Are you sure it wouldn't be better to help me, so that I can help her?"

  I pause for a moment. "I know what I have to do," I say finally. "I've known ever since Patrick whispered it to me. For years and years, I didn't understand. I was scared. Now I know what he meant, and I'm going to do it. Not for you, not for me, not for Patrick, not even for Sophie. I'm going to do it for Abby."

  "You're scared," Benjamin replies. "I can see it in your eyes. You're terrified. There's no need to do this. Let me help you. You can't fool me, Shelley. I can see the fear written all over your face."

  I take a deep breath. "I never said I wasn't scared," I say, before turning and walking out of the bar. No matter how terrified I might be, it's time to do what Patrick told me I'd have to do long ago. I only hope Abby will repay his faith. If she doesn't, I'm walking straight to my death.

  Sophie

  Dedston, 16 years ago.

  “What did he say?” I scream. I grab Shelley and pull her toward me. “What did he say to you?” I shout into her face. “I'm not going to ask you again, what did he say?”

  She shakes her head, her eyes almost glazed over with shock. “I can't tell you,” she says. “Please don't ask me”.

  “Tell me,” I say, searching her eyes for some sign. “Tell me what he said. You're my friend. You have to tell me”.

  “I can't,” she says, breaking free from my grip. “Don't ask me, because I can't. I can't ever tell you”.

  Shelley

  Wyoming, Today.

  Hurrying across the hotel lobby, I spot movement out in the street. I came to a halt as I see three Watchers coming up the steps, and I immediately realize that they're here for me. Benjamin wasn't joking when he told me that time's running out, and it looks like he's determined to get his way. I don't believe for one second that Abby killed Todd; it's far more likely that Benjamin's armed goons ambushed him and put a bullet in his brain, and they're probably coming to do the same thing to me. Turning, I run across the foyer and head down a corridor that runs by the side of the elevators. I stop by a small door marked 'Private', and I glance back to see the Watchers heading toward me. I guess this is it, except I know that they can't stop me. There's only one person who can kill me today.

  Pushing the door open, I step into a small kitchen. I shut the door and hurry across the room, heading quickly down some steps. Soon I find myself in what seems to be some kind of basement store-room. It's brightly lit at one end, although the far end is mostly in darkness.

  "Hey, Shelley," says a voice nearby.

  I freeze, my blood running cold through my body. This is it. This is the moment Patrick told me would happen. The only question is: was he right about what Abby will do next? All those years ago, Patrick said that one day I'd have to sacrifice my life in order to save Abby. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that she's not a monster; she's Sophie's daughter, and despite everything that Benjamin has taught her, she's still got a good heart.

  "Relax," she continues, stepping out of the shadows. "No-one's going to disturb us. Not Patrick. Not Benjamin. Not the Watchers. No-one. I've made sure of that."

  "I bet you have," I reply, trying not to let her see that I'm scared. Although she looks human, it's becoming increasingly clear that Abby is basically some kind of wild animal. She has senses I can't even begin to understand, and she looks at the world very differently. She has Patrick's calmness and sense of menace, and - although she's less than twenty years old - she has the same look of ancient anger in her eyes. On the other hand, she still looks like Sophie in so many ways. No wonder she's so conflicted: she seems to take after both of them, which means she has human and vampires sides battling for control in her heart. But I still have faith in her. I still know that she's not a monster.

  "Did you talk to Benjamin?" she asks, taking another step toward me.

  I nod.

  "What did he say?"

  "A lot of things," I reply. "He told me you killed Todd, for one thing, but I know -"

  "It's true," she says.

  I stare at her. My heart is pounding so fast, I feel it could burst out of my chest. "Why?" I ask eventually. I can feel my faith in Abby starting to fall apart.

  "It was the right thing to do," she says. "He'd turned against us. He'd turned against Benjamin. Everyone has a time they're supposed to die, and he'd reached the end of his life."

  "How did you do it?" I ask.

  A faint smile crosses her lips, before she opens her mouth to reveal her two large fangs. As she takes another step toward me, she lets out a faint hissing sound, like a snake. "How do you think?" she asks after a moment. "It was the first human blood I'd tasted properly. It was so warm and rich. I've killed a couple of other people since then, but I guess the first time is always the best, isn't it?"

  "I wouldn't know," I say, taking a step back. "It's not something I've ever tried."

  "Really?" she says, still walking slowly toward me. "I'd have thought you'd have at least tried some kinky stuff with blood. After all, you've got a bit of a reputation around Dedston. People think you're a little dark. Didn't you ever play with knives?"

  "Sorry," I say, backing up until I'm right up against the wall. "Knives were never my thing."

  "Not even when you were alone?" she asks, stopping when she gets a few paces away fr
om me. "Back in the facility at Dedston, I saw your upper arms. You've got a lot of scars, Shelley. Let me guess... When you were a kid, you sat alone in your bedroom and..." She smiles, baring her fangs again. "All those times you cut yourself... Didn't you even once taste your own blood?"

  "Maybe," I say, "but I don't think that means I know what it's like to do what you do." I stare at her fangs, imagining them ripping into Todd's neck.

  "I suppose," she replies. "The truth is, I don't think you could ever guess what it's like to be me. I know we look the same, but there's this fire burning in my soul." She laughs. "God, listen to me. A fire burning in my soul. You know what, Shelley? Those words don't even come close to explaining how I feel. A few months ago, I was just an awkward teenage girl, and now I feel like I'm walking through eternity. I feel as if I'm stronger than everything around me. I feel as if I've finally finished growing up."

  "Then take that collar off," I say. "If you're so powerful now, why are you letting Benjamin keep you like a dog?"

  She pauses, and I can see a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "Benjamin's my father now," she says after a moment. "He's more of a father than Patrick could ever be. Patrick's nothing to me. Benjamin cares. He wants the best for me. He's going to make sure I'm safe, and he's going to teach me to realize my potential. After all, he's only human. He'll die eventually, and then I'll be on my own."

  "Happens to all of us," I say, realizing I'm going to have to find a way out of here. So far, everything is happening the way Patrick told me it would when he whispered in my ear all those years ago, but I'm not sure I share his faith in Abby's human side. When he told me I'd have to trust her, I didn't realize how difficult it was going to be when the moment finally arrived.

  "Why do you hate my father so much?" Abby asks, staring at me darkly.

  "I don't hate Patrick," I reply. "I just -"

  "Not him!" she spits at me. "My father! Benjamin! He's my father now." She pauses. "Don't ever refer to Patrick as my father again. And don't mention Sophie, either. She and Patrick aren't my parents, not really. He's a soulless monster, and she's a bitch who abandoned me. That time I saw her in the wilderness outside Gothos, she didn't even bother to try talking to me. She can go to hell."

  "You don't mean any of this," I say.

  "I do," she replies. "I really do. Stop pretending you understand how I feel." She takes another step toward me, and now she's just a couple of feet away. "I'm nothing like you. Look at me. You see little Abigail Hart, the girl you helped rescue from Callerton. But I'm not like her. Not now. She might as well be dead."

  "I see a girl wearing a collar," I reply, with my heart racing. "I see a girl who's so scared, she's willingly given up her freedom in order to feel safe."

  She smiles. "If that's what you see, there's something wrong with your eyes. Maybe you'd see better if you were blind."

  I take a deep breath, determined to keep my faith. When Patrick whispered in my ear, he told me that one day I'd have to face Abby, but he promised me that she wouldn't kill me, not if I had true and total faith in her. He told me that if I could make Abby see that I believed in her, she'd let me live. At the time, I didn't realize how hard it would be; now, staring into her eyes, I realize that I don't have faith in her. She killed Todd. She murdered him in cold blood. No matter how hard I try, all I see when I look at her now is a murderous vampire.

  "I'm going to go now," I say firmly, trying to stay calm. "I'm going to walk out of here. If you ever change your mind and decide that you want to talk about your mother -"

  "She's not my mother!" Abby shouts.

  "If you ever decide you want to talk to me," I say, unable to stop my voice from wavering, "come and find me, and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

  She stares at me, her face filled with hatred. "You don't trust me, do you?" she asks.

  I nod, desperately trying to ignore the doubts in my mind.

  "You think I'm evil."

  "No," I say, but my voice sounds so hollow and false.

  "You do," she says. "You think I'm a monster. I can see it in your eyes. You hate me."

  "Goodbye, Abby," I say, turning to walk past her. I've barely taken a single step, however, before she lunges at me, throwing me to the ground. As I land, I feel a sharp pain in the center of my face and I let out a sharp scream. Putting my hands up to protect myself, I feel warm blood flowing down my cheek. Finally I look down and see that my hands are covered in blood, and something else is wrong: I can only see out of my right eye.

  "Does it hurt?" Abby asks.

  Struggling against the pain, I look up and see that she's holding my left eyeball. The optic nerve is dangling between her fingers, and blood is splattered across the floor. The pain is getting worse and worse by the second, and I put my fingers on my face and feel the gaping hole where the eye used to be.

  "All that blood," Abby continues. "Such a waste to see it flow out so easily."

  I try to get to my feet, but the pain in my eye socket is intense and I can't stand. Falling down onto my hands and knees, I let out a cry of pain. The agony is so powerful, I can barely even think properly. Trying to crawl away from Abby, my hand slips through the pool of blood on the floor.

  "Where are you going?" Abby asks, and I feel her foot slam against my back. I collapse onto my chest, my face smeared in my own blood. "I asked you a question earlier," she says, holding me down as her foot presses against my spine. "What did Patrick say to you? What did he whisper in your ear?"

  I let out a whimper of pain.

  "Don't be pathetic," she continues. "It's too late now. Tell me what he said."

  I shake my head. All I can think of right now is that I have to get away from here. Patrick told me that no matter how bad things got, Abby wouldn't actually kill me. Not if I had faith in her. I don't have faith, though. I'm trying, but it's impossible.

  "Stop struggling," Abby says. "I won't warn you again."

  Trembling as waves of pain throb through my body, I try to crawl away.

  "Why won't you listen to me?" Abby shouts, pushing down with her foot on the small of my back. I feel an intense pressure, before there's a cracking sound and a jolt of pain flashes through my body. I let out a scream, hearing my own voice echoing in the empty room. Trying to get away, I realize I can't feel my legs. I guess Abby broke my spine, but I can still move my arms so I desperately try to crawl across the floor.

  "Tell me what he said," Abby continues. "Tell me, and this can all be over. I'll let you die without feeling any more pain."

  I feel her getting closer. Moments later, she grabs me and rolls me onto my back. With my remaining eye, I stare up at her face and see that she's smiling. My vision is a little blurry, but after a moment I realize there's someone standing behind her. It takes me a moment to recognize the person, and I have no idea whether she's really there or whether she's just a hallucination, but I find myself staring up at Sophie. She's standing behind Abby, and she's looking down at me with the kindest smile I've ever seen. That's when it hits me: she's here because I'm going to die. I failed to have faith in Abby, and now I'm going to pay the price.

  "Tell me what he said," Abby sneers, "or I'll make your death long and slow and painful."

  I look into her eyes. If only she'd turn around, maybe she'd see her mother behind her.

  "Tell me!" she shouts.

  "He..." I start to say, but I've lost a lot of blood and I feel weak. "Look..." I pause, finding it hard to breathe. I want to tell Abby to turn and see Sophie, but I can't get the words out of my mouth.

  "Tell me!" she screams.

  I stare at her for a moment, and finally everything seems so clear. Perhaps everyone achieves this state of simplicity when they're about to die. "He told me..." I pause. "He told me that, just before you kill me, I have to tell you something important." I stare at her, unable to miss the venom and hatred in her eyes. "He told me to tell you... that he can see you. Right now, even though he's not in the room, Patrick can see you."r />
  "You're lying," she sneers.

  "I swear to God," I continue, with tears in my eyes, "that's what he told me. That's what he wanted me to tell you. He can always see you."

  With no warning, Abby suddenly leans down and bites my neck. I feel her sharp fangs slicing through my skin and into the muscle, and I feel my blood flowing into her mouth. For a few seconds, I feel completely weak, as if my life is slipping away, but then I'm filled with a sudden rush of anger and strength. I don't want to die. No matter how badly she's hurt me, I don't want to die yet. I'm not ready. Summoning up the last of my energy, I push Abby away and - to my surprise - she jerks backward. It's as if she wasn't expecting me to put up a struggle.

  "Don't fight it!" Abby says firmly, grabbing me. My blood is smeared all over her face, with some of it dripping from her lips. I can feel more blood flowing freely from the wound in my neck, and when I try to speak I realize that my throat is also full of blood. Turning my head, I see that blood is spraying out of my neck and onto the wall. There's no point fighting. I just want the pain to be over.

  Moments later, Abby puts a hand on my neck and tilts my head back toward her. I stare up at her, and I see Sophie still standing behind her. I want to talk to Sophie. I want to ask her what comes next, but there's no time. Abby sinks her fangs back into my neck and continues to drink from me. I reach up to Sophie, but instead I end up wrapping my arms around Abby and holding her closer. I wish I had faith, but I don't. Abby has been lost to Benjamin, and there's no way for her to be redeemed.

  Slowly, I feel Death claim my soul. The end is here. I think I failed.

  Epilogue

  Dedston, Many years ago.

  "Sorry about earlier," says a voice behind me.

  Stopping and turning, I find that Sophie Hart has followed me along the street. School ended a few minutes ago, and all I want to do is get home and lock myself in my room; the last thing I need is to have a conversation with someone, especially the girl who caused me to get into so much trouble. I don't even know why she'd want to hang out, anyway. She must have realized that I'm nothing but trouble.