The Years to Come

Chapter Nine: The Morning After (Skylar)

*Skylar's p.o.v.*

"Ugh, the pain," I moan, rolling away from Dean.

"Tell me about it," Angel agreed, biting a donut.

"Jules, your some magic thing, can't you take away hangovers?" Summer suggests.

"Can't... See straight... Enough to try," Julia mutters from the floor.

"Damon, can you grab my phone?" Bri asks from behind the couch where she was feeding on a straggling party guest.

I notice my phone is vibrating on my hip and I pull it out. So does everybody else.

So you are all together at last. Now if you're not, this will make no sense. Each of you has been given a fragment of an entire message that will lead you to where I am: in the shadows. -

My phone read. Everyone is frowning.

"In the shadows," I say aloud.

"The monster," Damon reads from Bri's phone.

"Lies, sleeping," Summer adds.

"Waiting to be," Chandler says.

"Awaken from," Angel puts in.

"The binding sleep," Julia mutters.

"That saves all humans," Damon say from his phone.

"From my rage," Dean reads.

"Kill me and," Cameron finishes.

"There's more," I frown.

"Sam and Matt," Bri gasps.

"He knows we aren't all here," Summer

says.

"Whose he?" Chandler asks.

"The psycho who told us all to come here," Damon retorts.

"We need them to come," Julia demands.

"They can't," Cameron cries.

"They have to," Angel says forcefully.

"Sammy is in trouble," Dean says.

"How do you know?" Cameron says forcefully.

"I feel it," he says.

"Don't lie," I scowl.

"Fine. He texted me 'I'm in trouble. Send Bri'," Dean shrugs.

"Why would he ask for her?" Chandler frowns. A milli second later Bri had him in a strangle hold.

"You question my power? I could flex my pinky and you would be missing your head," she growls in his ear.

"Calm down. Bri and I will go to Sam, Julia and Summer will go to Matt," Cameron says.

"Why does Julia get to go?" Damon frowns.

"Do we really have to do this?" Julia glares at him.

"I'm going with Julia," Chandler says matter of factly.

"I'm going with Bri," Damon says.

"I'm going with Cameron," I say.

"I'm going with Dean," Angel states.

"Where am I going?" Dean frowns.

"With Summer," Angel reports.

"Let's go," I say, jumping up and running to the door.

"We are taking my truck," Bri commands. I don't even argue, knowing she is jumpy and has no feelings.

We pull out of the drive way in a hurry and speed away.