Last Exit To Springfield Novels & Stories

She was speaking rapidly and talking as if she was out of breath. “Hey, hey, slow down Mother”, I said sitting up in bed. “What's the matter?” “I need you to meet me Ariana, right now”. “Meet you for what Mother? I thought we were at war?” “This is not the time for endless back and forth Ari, I just need you to do me this favour. Meet me at Springfield”. Springfield? That was one of the biggest schools in Chicago but it was located in the country. My mom wanted me to drive out to the country and meet her in a school?

LovU. KILL: LovU2. A smile stays on my face as I tuck my phone at the back of my jeans. Cillian was hesitant --- still is --- to let me go without him. But given the recent red wolves attack, followed by the rogue wolves’ message of wanting me to be out of Missouri, we both thought it would be safe for me to leave the state even just for a day.

Eric's POV I had spent more days in York than I planned. The death of Sarah's friend, Martha, and the emergency family placement of her granddaughter, Rose, had caused us to spend a few more days than expected. But now, we were all on our way back to the US.

Ten miles away, Josef strode through a wooded hillside, his waziri senses guiding him unerringly toward the place where his vampire pets had been destroyed. He had received two more rides in his journey south, including one that took him from just south of Springfield all the way to Hartford. He had walked the rest of the way, in the rain for the last day and a half. He did not mind at all. Indeed, he scarcely noticed that the rain had just stopped.

Hopefully, he'll find his mate while we're traveling from state to state. "The next stop is near Fort Wayne, Indiana. We'll leave in a few minutes and head there." I reply. We walk around, making sure no one needs anything. I give Mike and Olivia my phone number so they can reach me if they need any help in the future. We're all feeling apprehensive once we're back in the SUV and on the road. Hopefully, the next stop isn't as bad as the last one. ____________________ Springfield, Illinois Petra's P.O.V.

Through an acquaintance who had access to another hospital system, she finally uncovered a vague destination Julian registered when he was discharged. Northspire. Clara submitted a leave-of-absence request to the hospital and bought the earliest flight she could find. On the plane, she stared out the window at the rolling sea of clouds. Half a year ago, when he followed her back to Northwood City, he sat like this too–quietly gazing out the window. Back then, there was still light in his eyes. There was still hope. And now, she personally extinguished that final spark–along with their unborn child.

The scent had faded and we didn’t smell as bad as before. “We’re going to head back to Chicago. I’ll phone you in the morning for an update,” Jasper said as we shook hands. “Thanks for your help,” I said as he climbed into the back of his SUV. “Anytime, I’m sure we’ll be doing this again next month,” he said and closed his window. Brandon and Nate stood to one side and I walked towards him and saw Timothy sitting on the steps. His hand was still covered in blood from where he had ripped everyone’s hearts out just to make sure that the dead stayed dead.

riley said, a little disappointed. " yeah, ermm, i came to town for a business deal and i have a flight out this morning, a flight that i'll miss if i don't leave right now" Jesse said with a bit of embarrasment and disappointment in his voice " okay, that's alright" Riley said with a smile " yeah, and uhmm, it was really nice seeing you, it's been...forever" Jesse said " Yeah, it was nice seeing you too" Riley responded " and about last night, i didn't mean to , you know, you were in such a bad shape and you just kept talking about things and...i'm sorry if it looked like i took adavantage" Jesse said in a calmer tone

We simply walked out the back, disappearing into the white-out of the storm. ​"We can't stay in the mountains," Enzo said as we hiked through the waist-deep snow toward the ridge where we’d hidden a backup snowmobile. "If they found this place, they’ve mapped the perimeter. We have to go back to the one place they’d never look for a dead man." ​"Chicago?" I gasped, the cold air searing my lungs. ​"The South Side," he replied. "Canaryville. I have an old apostle there. A man named Adam. He’s the only one left who remembers what loyalty looks like."

Jessie blushed, “Me too.” We all got in the SUV and we left for town. We decided that we wanted to go to the human territory in Springfield, Missouri so that we could go to a mall for the day and Aunt Piper wanted to go to Michael’s craft store for yarn. I smiled, “It’s a good thing we are starting early. I have a feeling this is going to be a late day.” Honi smiled, “But it’s going to be so much fun.”