Fearlings Two (The Fearlings Series Book 2) by Michael Edward Page A

what they must. As far as me, my Fearling Lelah is resting. I cannot help. I can only bring Culav with me.” She stops. Quick images of memories of her sister being taken years ago flash throughout her thoughts and distract her for a second. She takes a breath then finishes her thought. “And his intentions are to take who he can. I do not go near darkness and will not until Lelah returns.”
     
    “When is that?”
     
    “Six months,” Nancy says. “It has been four and a half years since I have seen Lelah .” She shakes her head and takes a breath to focus. “I was close. Six months.”
     
    “What?” Jeff asks. He doesn’t understand at first then he thinks for a second. “You, you what… You think they will attack us here, tonight. Even with all the Vauns and protection we have?”
     
    “Yes,” Nancy says. “I always think that they are going to attack.”
     
    “Me too, normally,” Jeff says. He looks around the room as he realizes something. “Here though I felt safe. For the first time that I can remember I felt safe.”
     
    “That is a feeling that I do not allow.”
     
    At the table, Rachel gives James a comforting smile then she looks to the others around the room. She doesn’t like how they are all standing around. The way lights are set up, if the main lights go out then the backup lights shine down onto the tables. She decides not to say anything. She doesn’t want to increase the fear or cause panic but she will keep the boy at the table.
     
    “Do you think my Dad is there yet?” James asks. His words break Rachel from deep thought. She looks at him and smiles.
     
    “Let’s call him and see where they are at,” Rachel says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cell phone. “Let’s do that.”
     
    James nods yes. He watches as Rachel uses the phone.
     
    “Hey,” Rachel says on the phone. “Rob, I have your son here and he wants to know how far away you are from his mother.”
     
    HOUSE
     
    Ann, Julie and Stewart sit on the floor in the living room. They have a tall skinny lamp in between them as they wait for Rob and the others. They have been quiet but Julie breaks the silence. She tries to distract with happy talk.
     
    “If it’s a girl what are you going to name her?”
     
    Ann is startled by the question and welcomes the distraction. She thinks for a few seconds then answers. “Carol.”
     
    “Carol? Why?”
     
    “Just like the name. Always have.”
     
    “What do we do if he attacks?” Stewart asks. He can’t stop thinking about Nanlar .
     
    Before they can answer the boy’s question, the four lamps on the backside wall shatter. A small gust of wind blows out the candles on the coffee table and the several that hang from the ceiling. All three jump back and turn to face the shadow of the darkness several feet away from them. The two moms stare at each other. They know what to do. They aim their flashlights ready to turn them on.
     
    The shadowy figure of Nanlar fades into vision along the dark wall. He turns his head to the three humans in the middle of the room.
     
    “No!” Ann yells. She aims the flashlight.
     
    “You,” Nanlar says. He reaches his hand out but stops an inch from the light barrier provided from the lamp in the middle of the room.
     
    “You can’t get any closer!” Ann yells.
     
    “Yes I can,” Nanlar says. He raises his arms and points his hands to the corner at the other side of the room. A second later, the lamps shatter and the candles fade out.
     
    Ann turns the flashlight on and strikes the Molawner with the beam. He raises his arms then vanishes from vision. A second later, he fades into the darkness of the other corner. Ann, Julie and Stewart are startled and turn to him as he talks.
     
    “Your lights cannot prevent me from taking you,” Nanlar says. He raises his left arm and the lights from the hall and the kitchen shatter. The area he stands in grows in darkness as he points his shadowy arm to Ann.