Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4 (MxM)

Damage Limitation

"No. Not 'fuck'," Calista said, hands on hips. She was confused. "What vision?"

Quinn opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that?

"I'm sorry," Amaya said. "I... I shouldn't have said that."

No shit, Quinn thought.

Calista's eyes flicked to her and she gave her a half smile.

"Yes. You should. And Quinn needs to elaborate. What vision?"

Rain was looking at them, confusion on his face.

"I... I don't understand," he said.

Amaya tilted her head when she looked at him and hissed through her teeth.

"You don't know about the visions either, do you?"

Rain's confused expression deepened and he blinked at her.

"Visions?"

Quinn sighed and Amaya glanced at him, giving him an apologetic look before she turned back to her half brother. The half brother who she didn't really look anything like, except for the eyes. Both she and Rain had Calista's eyes.

Quinn knew she was about to spill fucking everything, and he didn't think he was ready. There were too many questions now, though. There was no shoving the cat back into the bag.

Amaya chuckled and put her arm around Quinn's back.

"Surprise!" she said. "Quinn is a seer too."

Rain looked at Quinn, and he laughed. Well, it sounded more like a hiccup than a laugh, but that's what it was.

"What? You're... a seer?" He turned to Calista, waiting for her to react or deny it. "I didn't think... Of course he is," he said dejectedly. He shook his head as if the pieces were falling into place and glanced at Quinn warily. "Of course you are. If Amaya is a seer, and Mama is not, then it must have come from you. No wonder you're crazy."

His eyes widened when he realised what he'd said, when a low, warning growl rumbled out of Quinn.

"Rain!" Calista scolded. "He isn't crazy." Rain looked sceptical and Quinn composed himself, brushing off the need to teach Calista's kit some fucking respect. Again. He ran a hand down his face. Calista levelled him with her stare and he knew what was coming. "What did she mean when she said we'd be dead if it wasn't for your vision? What did you see?"

Quinn could feel her anger and her confusion, and he wanted to play it all down. Wanted to tell her it was nothing. But it wasn't, was it? Everyone in this room was there because of him. They were at the Abbey, alive and well, because of his curse.

Fuck. He knew what Calista was like. She wouldn't let this drop. She would keep pushing now until she knew it all. He was going to have to tell her the truth.

"It was a long time ago," he tried. She narrowed her eyes at him and raised her brows, encouraging him to continue. He slid his gaze away and frowned as the vision he'd shoved right down into the recesses of his memory resurfaced. Amaya felt his anguish and she held him tighter. "It was..." He chanced a glance at Calista. Her stare glinted with emotion. "I saw your death. You and your kits."

She blinked a few times, eyes welling with unshed tears.

"Go on," she whispered.

Quinn whined as he saw her in his mind's eye. Not the Calista he knew; the beautiful, brave, vibrant water ghuleh who had taken her new life with both hands and lived it with relish. No. He saw the bloody, broken and violated ghuleh with the milky eyes, cold as the grave and forever staring into the abyss. The ghuleh that the earth ghoul Quinn had ended would have left behind.