Bed. Bed sounded good. The sun was just about to rise as Peyton and Estela made their way back to headquarters. The night had been in a single word, unsuccessful. Her, Oz, and Stel had spent the night walking through cemeteries and catacombs trying to find any sign of children hostages. As the night went on, the three of them became more and more skeptic as to whether they would actually find anything. If this was vampires, chances are the kids had been already dinner. They all agreed to head home as the dark sky turned to a light shade of gray, feeling a slight sense of dread and sadness for Maggie and her cousins.
Peyton gave a small wave to her temporary roommate as she headed into her room to catch up on some sleep. She had just rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes when Rise Against’s “Worth Dying For” began playing from her cell phone sitting on her night stand. Grumbling curses under her breath, she picked it up, looking at the caller ID. Marcus, her brother. She held the phone to her ear as she shoved the rest of her head under the pillow. “Hello?” She mumbled grumpily.
“Peyton? Hey, it’s Marcus.”
“Yeah, I know. What in the bloody hell are you doing up so early and bugging me for? Go back to sleep.”
“We haven’t found him yet.” The serious tone in his voice caused her to sit up in her bed. She hadn’t heard from any of her family since she’d come to HQ. They were used to her not being around the house anyway. What the hell was he going on about?
“What do you mean you haven’t found him yet? Found who?”
“What? You mean mom and dad didn’t call you? It’s Tommy. He’s missing.”
“What do you mean missing? Have you checked the cellar? Little wanker always hides down there.” Of course her parents hadn’t thought to call her.
“He’s been missing since the other night. Dad went in to wake him up for school and he was just gone.” A nervous feeling began building inside Peyton. Missing? Just like that? She might not be very fond of the 7-year-old brat, but he was still her brother.
“Great. No one fucking told me. What are mom and dad doing?” She hopped out of bed, pulling back on a pair of black jeans. Sleeping would have to wait.
“They’ve got a missing child report out. God Peyton, I thought you’d know.”
“Yeah well, not surprising. Keep me in the loop, okay?” She hung up before he could say anything else. He’d been missing since the other night? Peyton began connecting the dots in her head and the realization dawned on her. Maggie’s cousin’s children had gone missing the same evening.
It could be a coincidence.
Who the fuck was she kidding? They lived on the Hellmouth.