In Darkness We Must Abide: The Complete Second Season: Episodes 6-10 Read Online Free

little. How was your trip?” Aunt Crystal finally cast her dark eyes in Vanora's direction and registered the expression on her niece’s face. “Vanora? What is it?”
    Setting her overnight bag and her purse on the kitchen island, Vanora guiltily fidgeted with the bottom of her sweater.
    “You're scaring me, honey.”
    “ I went home.”
    Crystal's eyes widened slightly as she set her pen down. “What happened? Did you see them?”
    Vanora shook her head.
    “ But you saw something, didn't you? You're as white as a sheet.”
    “ I'm always that color.”
    “ You know what I mean. Don't sass. Sit down and talk to me.” Her aunt shoved a chair out from the table with her fuzzy slipper.
    Sinking into the offered seat, Vanora sighed, her fingers combing through her long white-blond hair. “I just wanted to move on. To not be afraid anymore. To not have nightmares. To somehow make it all right again. So I went home.”
    “Did your therapist know about this plan?”
    “ My therapist thinks I'm getting over the deaths of my parents and older brother, not trying to recover from seeing my vampire siblings kill two pedophiles.” Vanora crossed her arms, resting them on the table. Leaning against them, she sighed. “It's hard going to therapy and lying.”
    “ I know, but if you tell him the truth you're going into the mental hospital.”
    Vanora let out a long, frustrated sigh. “You and Uncle Nicolau are the only people I can talk to about the vampires.”
    “I know. And it's not easy for us either. We love Roman and Alisha, but after your story...” Crystal shivered.
    “ I don't think they could help themselves,” Vanora said sadly. “Which makes it even worse somehow.”
    “ Yes, it does. I need a snack.” Crystal closed the lid of her laptop and stood up. “Want some sweet tea?”
    “ Definitely.”
    While her aunt poured some ice cold sweet tea and pulled a box of Mexican cookies from the pantry, Vanora gathered her thoughts, trying to make sense of all she had seen. It was too tremendous to actually process so quickly. Emotionally and physically, she was completely drained.
    Once she had several cookies washed down with tea, Vanora felt a little less muddled. Her aunt waited patiently, lightly stroking Vanora's forearm. The concerned look on Crystal's face was another reminder that Vanora still had family that loved her.
    “ My mom had the sixth sense, right?”
    “ She knew things, yes.”
    “ But was she a witch?”
    “ Hrmm.” Crystal pondered this question, then lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I guess. Not in the way most people think of witches. She was a good Lutheran. Solid, church-going. Yet, she always seemed to stand outside the rest of the world. I know that sounds odd, but that's what it seemed like to me. She was sweet, friendly, loyal, loving, and a real firecracker if she felt people were treating someone she loved wrong. Mostly, she was like sunshine on a bright summer day. But sometimes, you could see the clouds roll in and she had this quality about her that felt like a thunderstorm. That's when things usually got interesting. It was little things like the lights popping, or the breaker flipping. Your daddy thought it was funny. But, there was real power there.”
    “ Did she do spells?” Vanora ran her fingers lightly over the condensation collecting on her glass of tea.
    “ Again, not in a way people think of spells. I wasn't too comfortable with some of what she told me. I was raised to be a good Baptist. I didn't know how to deal with some of what she told me. I remember one day catching her whispering to herself over and over again. It was in Welsh, so I definitely didn't understand her, but I felt like those words were full of power. Almost like she was linking them together in an invisible chain. I let her be, but later I asked her about it. She said she was speaking to the universe, giving it a message, and later, it would deliver it.” Crystal frowned slightly. “Up until