His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock đọc well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone hoặc why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid thêm attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when bạn do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see the sun shine on her hair, see the way her face was so intent on her writing, the smile that always played against her soft lips. He could see it all. With a sigh, he closed the book. He turned to leave when he spotted it. A letter written on an index card. His name was on top. He picked it up and sat on the bed. The letter was simple and straight forward. Just like the person who had written it.
Alek

Becca and I have gone to find Tara. We assume she was taken because of the Vampire schmuck. Yes, Becca lied. But it was to protect you. When we know where she is, I'll come and get you. Be prepared for the worst. We may be too late. And just so bạn know, Becca really doesn't hate you. But she doesn't trust bạn either. I'd hate to be you.

Terror

Elsewhere

They stood in the shadows and looked through the crowds of people around.
“They came.”
“Yes. Should we intercept?”
“Not yet. There are too many people. Someone could get hurt.”
“Alright. Are we going to follow them?”
“Yes. We need to know everything we can. And they may lead us where we need to be.”
“Of course.”
Her head turned slightly to see better and he watched her eyes đám mây over.
“They've grown.”
“As all must.”
“But we haven't...”
“Technically, we're dead.”
“True but...it's different. I remember when I was able to be like them.”
“Perhaps it's not the easiest, but it is for the better.”
“Who's better?”
“All of ours. Besides, bạn met me.”
“And I wouldn't trade it for anything. But I can not help but wonder what would have happened...if I was still alive.”
“We cannot worry about that. It's in the past. But we should move. I think we've Mất tích them.”
They looked around and then she grabbed his hand. They walked through the shadows to the tiếp theo few buildings.
“There they are.”
“Keep an eye on them. We can't loose them again.”
“Yes.”