patiently and it wasn’t long until they reappeared and walked towards another one.
So I was right, thought Sebastian, he must be investigating me. That may mean he’s out tonight, I will have to be careful to keep Jo close.
He watched the couple enter another bar and this time they stayed inside. He won’t have found out anything yet, I haven’t even been to these bars, he thought. The bars would be a fun way to introduce Jo to hunting, but when Sebastian was alone he liked to surprise people who were out, or coax them into alleys or the woods. He could use the power of his mind to influence a person to change their plans, take an unplanned route, even without making eye contact. It was the advantage of having taken so many lives, each life he took increased his power in a way merely drinking human blood could not.
Sebastian left his doorway to investigate the bar Daniel was spending so long in. He walked up and leant against the wall by the window. The curtains were drawn so no-one from inside would notice him. He peered through the tiny gap, focusing through the darkness.
He could see the young woman who had been accompanying Daniel sitting alone in a booth. She looked very pretty with her flowing long blond hair and silky skin, then Sebastian realized with a jolt who she was. It was Jo’s wife. What was she doing with Daniel? Ah, they must be looking for Jo.
So, Daniel must suspect Sebastian’s involvement in Jo’s disappearance. He probably will be expecting to find us here tonight.
He watched as Daniel returned and sat down next to, what was her name? Oh yes, Sarah. He had seen her in Jo’s mind. In fact they looked quite cozy in that booth together. I bet she doesn’t even suspect what Daniel is though.
This could be interesting, he smirked, then, making sure no-one was near, he took flight as a bat and swooped up to hang on a gutter, high above the building overlooking the bar. Daniel is unlikely to notice me up here, he thought, and does it really matter if he does? No, it would irk him as he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it in front of his woman.
CHAPTER 4
Sarah turned to walk back towards her house, Daniel following close beside her, making her feel safe. It was raining lightly but persistently so they walked quickly. She watched as Daniel glanced about, like he was looking for something, or someone, but he didn’t give anything away.
She thought that if they popped back to hers before heading out for a drive she would have another opportunity to check if Jo had returned home. She didn’t know what to say to Daniel, so she kept quiet, wondering where this day was going to take them. Would they find any clues to Jo’s disappearance? God, they’d probably get back to her house and he would be there now. That would be awkward. She was going to be so angry with him if he came home. And if he didn’t? If he was dead? Abducted? What then, how would she feel? Thinking about it she felt confused. She would be devastated - Jo had been in her life for so long. And she loved him. But things were difficult and she hadn’t forgiven him.
Part of her would be relieved. She would be screwed, but she would be free. She wouldn’t have to make up her mind about Jo anymore, about whether they should stay together. But he would be dead, and she pushed the thought away as it was too ridiculous to contemplate. Nobody she knew had ever died, except Grandparents, things like that didn’t happen around here. Not to her. Things just carried on. But maybe she needed to make a decision.
If Jo was back he’d better have a bloody good explanation of where he’d been. Something terrible would have had to have happened to him, for her to take him back. If he’s just been gone, out of choice, for all this time then that will be it. So great, that means I’ve lost him already, doesn’t it? He’s either dead, and I’ve lost him tragically, or he’s run off and betrayed me, and Megan and Bea - either way I’ve lost him. They’ve lost him. They’re not going to have a father anymore, certainly not one who lives with them.
Sarah felt her anger building, she felt like hitting something,