Seeing Past the Darkness

A Companions of the Night fanfic

Disclaimer:Companions of the Night and characters are the creation of and belong to Vivivan Vande Velde. I am just a fan, having fun continuing the story. I make no profit from this story.

Full Summary: Kerry never thought she would see Ethan Bryne again. But when tragedy strikes and he appears in her life once more, Kerry must decide just how much and how long she wants to be with him. Before she finds her answer, they find themselves in a dire situation in which Michel's secret and very existence are threatened. It is up to Kerry to save him, but does she have the strength to do it alone, or will she get some help along the way?

This story, after the Prologue, will pick up four and half years after the end of the book. Kerry will be in college and from there the story will progress. I just thought of and began this story so I'm still working out some things with the plot, I enjoy leaving room for reader input, so don't be shy about suggestions. Note: I had to write the prologue for this story, because frankly, it is how I wanted the story to end while I was reading it.

- Prologue -

As Kerry made her way home walking down the street away from Gilbert Marsala's house, she wondered if she would ever see Ethan, Michel, again.

'Probably not.' she told herself in response to her own question.

The words she was suppose to recall to tell her father and the police kept replaying in her head. She willed herself to remember them, precisely as instructed. She knew what was at risk if she didn't. She couldn't control her thoughts as well as she wanted, as she remembered the story Ethan and her had come up with, the visions of the past few days and nights kept swishing through her mind. The moments of the past hour were the clearest. Kerry could still feel the sensation of Ethan's lips against her neck. Still, she kept walking towards her home.

'I don't regret leaving, though I wouldn't mind it if sometime in the future we meet again.' She kept her feet moving, even as the wind whipped at her. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm, trying to shield herself from the cold night air.

'Perhaps then he'd change his mind.'

Kerry had no way to know that as she traveled farther away from the house, Ethan stood at a window watching her go, thinking a similar thought about her. He could still smell her, even as she walked away, but her scent wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her to glance back, just once, over her shoulder, back at the house- back at him. He'd come out to her if she did. But as Kerry reached the end of the street and made her first turn, successfully leaving Ethan's sight line he turned away himself and began his work of 'staging' the house. Just like they had planned. He had to content himself with his own hopes for their paths crossing in the future.

'Perhaps then, she'd change her mind.'