Dark Season: The Complete Third Series (All 8 books) (9 page)

"He won't be able to hear you," Benjamin says. "He's not strong enough to remain conscious while he's healing like this".

Slowly, however, Patrick starts to open his eyes slightly, and he stares straight at me. I feel a cold shiver run through my body as I realize that I'm finally face to face with my father. My real father.

Book 2:

Quisling

Prologue

Near Dedston, 16 years ago.

The old woman carries a pot of hot water across from the fire, setting it down next to the girl. It's dark in the cave, and there's a blizzard blowing outside, but at least the fire is keeping them a little warm. After dipping the cloth into the water, the old woman wrings it out and then applies it to the girl's forehead. The birth is clearly going to be difficult, and the old woman worries that the mother might not survive. She knows, though, that the child is the priority. If she has to make a choice between mother and child, she must choose to save the child. Were she to do otherwise, she would certainly be killed.

Glancing over her shoulder, she sees her master standing nearby, lurking in the shadows. He refuses to come close, yet at the same time he insists on being here. His presence makes the old woman a little nervous, and she'd much prefer it if he would just go away for a while. Still, she understands his determination to make sure that everything is okay. After all, he's spent so long preparing for this moment. After years and years of putting the pieces in place, Patrick is about to get the child he always wanted. It's just a shame it had to happen this way.

Suddenly, with no warning, the girl starts to moan. She's been in labor for almost a day now, struggling to get the child out of her body. In a modern hospital, she would long ago have been given a C-Section, but out here in the wilderness there's no option but to wait and hope. The old woman has told Patrick, over and over again, that he should allow Sophie to be seen by a proper doctor, but Patrick is notoriously stubborn and he believes - rightly or wrongly - that ultimately the child will be born normally. As for Sophie, he seems to show little or no interest. As far as the old woman can tell, Patrick sees Sophie as nothing more than a receptacle for his child's development.

"It'll be over soon," the old woman says, removing the towel from Sophie's forehead. "Just wait," she continues. "You'll be fine".

Sophie starts to strain once again. Four or five times in the past twenty-four hours, it has seemed that she's ready to give birth; each time, however, it turns out to be a false alarm. It's almost as if the child has no desire to ever come out into the real world, preferring instead to remain inside Sophie and feed off her body like a parasite. If the situation isn't remedied soon, Sophie will die and the child's life will be in even greater danger. The old woman knows, too, that she will face Patrick's wrath if the birthing goes wrong. The lives of many people are on the line tonight.

Finally, however, the child seems to be moving into the birthing canal. The old woman, who has delivered many children in the past, tells Sophie to push. As Sophie screams, the child's head emerges. The old woman gently turns the child, hoping to ensure a smoother delivery. Within a few minutes the shoulders, too, are out, and the child begins to cry. The old woman tells Sophie to push one final time, and the child slips out, still attached to its mother via the umbilical cord. Grabbing a pair of scissors, the old woman carefully cuts the cord before using a clamp to seal it shut. She carried the screaming infant over to a prepared towel.

"Let me see her!" Sophie calls out, exhausted.

The old woman ignores her, as Patrick comes over to look at the child.

"It's a girl," the old woman says. She starts cleaning the baby, and after a few minutes she wraps it in a blanket. "She should be with her mother," she says as the child wriggles. "It's not right to separate them". Turning, she carries the baby over to Sophie, carefully placing her in her mother's arms. "You don't have long," she tells her. "He'll take her soon".

"He won't," Sophie says, still out of breath. "I won't let him".

"If you fight him, he'll kill you," the old woman replies.

"He can't have her," Sophie insists, holding the child tight.

"Name her," the old woman says. "Before he takes her, give her a name".

Sophie looks down at her daughter's face. "Abigail," she says after a moment. "It was my grandmother's name".

"It's nice," the old woman says. As she looks at the child's tiny, scrunched up face, she becomes aware of Patrick coming closer. Turning, she sees him waiting. "You can wait a few more minutes, can't you?" she says. "Give the girl a chance to be with her mother".

"You're not taking her," Sophie says defiantly.

"Don't fight him," the old woman says, stepping out of the way. She knows that the situation is futile. Patrick always gets what he wants.

"Fuck you!" Sophie shouts at Patrick as he reaches out to take Abigail. "No!" She tries to get away, but Patrick is able to force Abigail out of her arms. "Give her back to me!" Sophie shouts, but she's too weak to do anything. "Please!" she says, tears streaming down her face. "I just want to hold her!"

Slowly, Patrick carries Abigail over to the entrance.

"You can't take her out there!" Sophie shouts. "It's freezing! You'll kill her!"

"He knows what he's doing," the old woman says, trying to calm her. "She'll come to no harm".

"Bring her back!" Sophie shouts as Patrick disappears into the blizzard. After a moment, he can no longer be seen ."Come back!" Sophie screams.

"It's okay," the old woman says, giving Sophie a cup of liquid. "Drink this, and you'll feel better".

Sophie drinks from the cup, but after a moment she becomes suspicious. "What
is
this?" she asks.

"You won't remember anything that has happened to you since you left Gothos," the old woman tells her. "In a few minutes, you'll pass out. I'll patch you up and make sure you're okay, and then I'll have you delivered back to the world. You'll never even remember that Abigail was born, but at least you won't live with the memory of having lost her".

With tears still streaming down her cheeks, Sophie shakes her head. "It won't work," she says firmly. "You can't make me forget her. I don't care what's in here!" She throws the cup, which smashes against the wall.

"It's for the best," the old woman says, taking a seat so she can wait until Sophie succumbs to the potion. "Would you rather live the rest of your life in sorrow, mourning the loss of your child? Patrick will look after her".

Sophie tries to get up, but she's starting to feel weak. "I've got to go after him," she says, her words starting to become slurred. She reaches out to grab the old woman, but suddenly she finds it hard to move her body. "You don't - " she starts to say, but finally she collapses.

"Everything will be okay," the old woman says, standing up and walking over to the bench in the corner. She picks out a needle, some medical thread and a suture kit, before heading back over to Sophie. "Patrick won't let anything happen to her," she continues as she attaches the thread to the needle. She reaches between Sophie's legs and carefully slips the needle into her, to sew up the torn skin. "You'll see," she adds with a curious smile. "Just wait and see".

Chapter One

Dedston, Today.

When the others are around, he pretends to be unconscious. But when it's just me and him...

My father is chained to the wall, pinned into place by a huge metal stake that runs across the room and pierces his chest. The Watchers have done this to him, because they believe it would be too dangerous to have him let loose. That's what they tell me, anyway: my father is too dangerous, too much of a monster. In order to keep him subdued, they use the stake to constantly inflict new wounds to his body, which means he's too weak to break free. In theory, he should be unconscious during all of this, but every time the Watchers leave the room, he opens his eyes and looks at me. He doesn't say anything; he just stares, and I stare back at him, and I try to listen to the silence between us in case I get a hint of what he's thinking. Sometimes, just for a moment, I think I hear him screaming.

"Your father is extremely powerful," Benjamin says as he enters the room and comes to stand next to me. "It took us a long time to work out how to subdue him, but this turned out to be the best option".

I watch Patrick's face carefully. He looks to be unconscious, but I know he's listening to us talk. I can sense his mind; I can feel him in the room.

"I know this must look unnecessarily cruel," Benjamin continues, "but I want you to know that it's the only solution. We tried so many other options first. We attempted to communicate with him, to persuade him to listen to us, but ultimately he left us no choice. It's not his fault. He's simply unable to control the darker, more violent side of his personality". He turns to me. "I know he looks like a man, but he's really a beast. Don't let your eyes play tricks on you. There's not a hint of humanity in his body".

"So what would he do if you let him loose?" I ask, still keeping my eyes firmly trained on Patrick's face. I still don't like my voice; I sound a little too high-pitched.

"It's hard to say for certain," Benjamin continues. "Certainly, he'd kill me, and probably everyone else here. He has a particular taste for vengeance. Todd, Shelley, the technicians... he'd most likely kill them as well. The only one he'd leave alive would be you, Abby. For obvious reasons".

I take a deep breath. "To be honest," I say after a moment, "I think I'd kill you too, if you'd staked me to a wall like this".

"We're working on a plan," he replies. "We don't intend to keep him like this forever, but we need to be very careful about how and when we turn him loose. The most important thing is that he must have time to teach you the things you need to know before it's too late".

"Why would it be too late?" I ask.

He pauses for a moment. "Because he's dying. It's nothing to do with us. A few months ago, he initiated an innate biological process that has begun to break down his body. All vampires have this ability to start dying. It's irreversible. He decided it's his time, and now he has five, maybe six months left". He takes a deep breath. "It's my opinion that he made this decision because he knew you'd soon reach the point at which you're ready to mature and replace him".

"He's killing himself?" I say, shocked at the thought that I might lose my father so soon after I've found him.

"It's his time," Benjamin says. "In fact, it was probably his time many years ago, but he held on because he wanted to have a child. There was a prophecy that had to be fulfilled. That prophecy is now over, and we're all in a transition phase. The Age of Chaos is coming, and none of us can be sure what will happen next, but Patrick most certainly will be gone".

"Sir," says a voice from the door, as a technician enters. "One of the sensors is showing unusual levels".

"I'll be back," Benjamin says, patting me on the shoulder - like I'm a child - as he heads out with the technician.

I walk across the room, approaching Patrick. He looks so weak and helpless right now, with a steady stream of blood constantly dripping from the wound where the stake enters his chest. To be honest, I feel like I'm still in a state of shock. Any moment, the realization of what's going on here will hit me, and I fully expect to burst into tears and have some kind of breakdown. Either that, or I'll wake up in my bed back in Culleton and I'll realize that this was all a dream. For now, though, I seem to be finding some kind of inner strength from a part of me that I didn't know existed. It almost feels as if there's some new part of my soul, slowly waking up inside my body after a long, deep sleep. I feel different somehow.

"It's me," I say, my voice echoing in the large room.

Slowly, Patrick opens his eyes and stares at me. I've been told that he never speaks, which I guess is gonna make our conversations a little difficult.

"Is it true?" I ask. "Just nod if it's true, and shake your head if it's not. Are you really dying?"

He doesn't respond. He just keeps staring at me.

"Why would you do that?" I ask. "Why would you choose to start dying, when you hadn't even met me? Didn't you want to..." I pause for a moment. The last thing I want to do is come across as some angsty teenager. Fighting back the tears, I force myself to maintain a blank expression. "I mean, I'm in danger of getting some serious abandonment issues here," I continue, hoping that he might show some kind of response. I stare at him. "Can you even hear me? Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

No response. Nothing. Just those dark, old eyes staring straight into my soul.

"What do you want?" I ask eventually. "Do you just want to die, or is there something else? They..." I look over at the door, to make sure we're still alone. "They say you're dangerous," I continue, turning back to him. "They say you'll kill them all if you're released. Is that true?" I wait for a response. "I don't believe them," I say eventually. "I don't think you're a killer. I don't think you'd kill anyone unless they really deserved it".

For a moment, I think I see a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it's soon gone and I guess that in my desperation I probably imagined it. I just want some sign of a connection.