Gibbon had to choose again—right or left. The tunnel split, and just like his choice between doors, he tried to determine which was darker, which was quieter. They seemed to be about the same, and so he chose to go to his right.
Aaron and Christian both knew that Gibbon had taken off down the tunnel because they were able to see it through Cadence’s IAC. Aaron hoped that he would have the opportunity to face the monster and destroy him now before he was unleashed on the world, but when he reached the broken door, he knew it would be up to Christian to encounter Gibbon and defeat hi
Grandma Janette’s house had always been a place of solace, and even in this trying time when Gibbon was still on the run, Cassidy was recovering from her injury and trying to figure out her new reality, and Cadence was finding her place as the new Hunter Leader, sitting on her grandmother’s sofa, munching on a homemade chocolate chip cookie, flipping through her grandparents’ sacred photo album made things seem a little more like they used to be. That is, if one wasn’t to dwell on the fact that the pictures of her grandmother she was looking at were hundreds of years old.“Now this o
Cadence didn’t say anything, only kept her eyes on her grandmother’s withered face for a few more seconds before returning to the picture in the album.“Now, her name is Peggy Smithstone, and this picture was taken in the late sixties, I believe. She lives in Oklahoma—Norman, I think. At any rate, she is very important, and I think, when you have more time, you should hunt her down—well not, really, not the way that you hunt things down,” her grandmother mused, “but contact her. I think she has some stories you’d like to hear.”
Cadence had a hard time tearing her eyes away from her grandmother’s tranquil face, but she did as she was instructed, and at the back of the book, she found a letter-sized envelope with the inscription, “Kid” written on it in familiar writing.She was so shocked, she almost dropped the album.“What is this?” Cadence asked, almost afraid to touch it.
Cadence read the letter twice, tears streaming down her face as the sound of his voice filled her head. When she was done, she folded it back up, handed it to her grandmother, and began to sob uncontrollably.Janette patted her gently on the back, “There, there, darling. It’s all right,” she whispered quietly. “I’m sure the last thing he would want is to cause you grief all over again.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Cadence sighed.“I never believed that was possible. Don’t ask me why. I mean, with all of the things you and I have both seen in our lifetimes, why not? Right? But… after your grandfather died, well I had to give it a try. I wanted to see him again.”“And… did it work?”
Cassidy was still at school when Cadence reached her parents’ home just a couple of hours later, but her sister would be back soon, and it gave her a chance to visit with her mom who had been a homemaker since Cadence was very young. Her father, who was an engineer, was still at work.While Liz Findley was a bit ditzy at times and often didn’t know when to keep her mouth closed, she was an amazing mother. Cadence had never questioned how much her parents loved her. She’d been well taken care of growing up in their two-story home in Shenandoah, Iowa, never wanting for anything
Luckily, Cassidy had no desire or necessity to drink blood, human or otherwise. She had two years of high school left, and her family really wanted her to finish in Shenandoah, though Cassidy had argued that it would be better if she went to LIGHTS now to train. Cadence knew her sister could be a secret weapon in fighting Vampires—that she could potentially help them find Gibbon, who hadn’t surfaced since he escaped in October—but her parents wanted Cassidy to wait, and Cadence respected their wishes, especially since Cassidy had almost gotten killed the last time she went out on a Hunt. Not that she was supposed to be there, but nevertheless, Cadence was the one who had to sit down across from her parents and tell them that Cassidy was some sort of a Vampire/Vampire Hunter hyb
Gibbon liked the dark. It was comforting. Like a warm, black blanket, he could crawl inside and shut the outside world out, as if none of it even existed. A few weeks ago, after slogging through sewers and drain pipes for months, he’d come across this new dark place. Though there were lots of people walking around above him during the day, hardly anyone ever came down here, and at night, he was free to go out, do his bidding, and then come back here to be alone, taking solace in the blackness that echoed how he felt inside—dark, empty, and all alone.The outside world was frighteni