They'd finally done it. The governments had been overthrown, and the sun blocked out. They'd been working on it for years, that had been their vampire final solution. Drake had merely been a distraction.
The Nightstalkers had been driven underground, fending for their lives whenever they fentured to the surface for supplies, or hunting for survivors, killing a few off whenever they could.
The Haven was the last safe place for them, and that's where they hid.
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"I cant do this," She said.
"What?" King asked, turning to face the brunette on the other side of the room. Abigail leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression blank.
"I can't do this anymore, King. There's just... I just..." Abby trailed off.
King stood up, and moved across the room, stopping, looking at her with his head cocked to the side. "Do what?" He asked, still unclear on his fellow Nightstalker's meaning.
"This," She said, waving his hands in wild gesticulations to implicate their entire situation.
"The Haven." King said.
"Yes."
"Why?" He asked, looking down at her.
At six foot two, he had to look down at many people.
"We're going to die down here, Im not going to die like this." She said.
"We're not going to die down here." King said.
"We are. You know, I know. I can feel it." She said, "King, I wont do it."
Abby had turned, left the room without another word. He'd moved to follow her, but hesitated.
He looked for her later, but she was gone.
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That was six months ago.
She was dead, or worse. He couldnt imagine her being turned. Abby would have staked herself before allowing that to happen.
"Belle!" King bellowed, rapping hard on the wooden door.
"I'm coming!" Belle Nichols bellowed back, opening the door and stepping out, almost walking right into King.
King rolled his eyes, and grinned at the Nightstalker.
Isabelle Maria Nichols had joined the Nightstalkers shortly after Abby had disappeared. King had found her, fighting for her life, and managing quite well. He'd brought her back to the Haven, had her few wounds patched up.
They'd trained her.
She'd caught on fast.
She was a hellion.
Just like Abigail.
Like Abby, her family had been killed, but the circumstances had been exceedingly different. While Abby had been born on wedlock, Belle had a normal childhood, and grew up thinking vampires were like the boogeyman.
Thinking she was safe.
"Ready?" King asked her, handing her her weapons holster.
"As I'll ever be." Belle answered.
Venturing to the surface was never fun, things were too unpredictable, though Abby had always relished her time outside the Haven.
She'd truely come alive while she fought.
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Sydney Franciene Foster, Frankie or Syd for short, rounded the corner, hoping to catch King and Belle before they left for the surface. Before she could skid to a stop, Frankie walked directly into King. "Ow! Shit!"
"Fuck me, sideways!" King exclaimed, stumbling backwards from the force that Frankie hit him with.
"Shit, sorry, King." Frankie said, rolling her eyes at her own lack of coordination, and handing King his lever action Bone Jack rifle, "I fixed Nancy." She informed the Canadian Nightstalker.
"Fuck, yes." He said, smirking, and resting the rifle on his shoulder.
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Author's Note: Short, I know, but Im just trying to give you all a feel for everything. Get the idea of what's going on in the world of the Nightstalkers. If any of that confused you all, I'll do my best to explain it in the next chapter.
Hope you like it.
Jenn