dragon fire

chapter 53

  Chapter 53

Fire, there's fire, yelling and shooting all around me. Arrows flying through the air, and all I can do is watch the people I love die, and there isn't a thing I can do to stop it from happening, my mother, and my sister, and everyone else I care about, all of them dying.

Shooting upright in bed, the nightmare fades, and reality sets back in. I'm in my room, the blankets thrown everywhere, around me.

The room is dark, but I can see that it's light out.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I grabbed my house coat and walked out to find Quinn. But he's nowhere to be found. The only living thing other than me is the cat. There's no signs of Quinn anywhere in the house.

Stepping into the kitchen there's a tray waiting for me, and a note from Quinn.

"Shayla have a day off. After last night you need it. I will call you later.

Quinn."

Picking at the tray, I grabbed the phone he had given me, but there's nothing from him.

"Why would he leave me here?"

"Perhaps my dear, he thinks you need a break. So relax."

She's right, taking my food I went back to my room. Since we've been so busy this place hadn't gotten a good cleaning, in a while. So starting with laundry.

Gathering up mine, I went downstairs, then went to grab Quinn's. He has more than I do, putting together a load, I put it on, and started up the stairs, but something seemed to stop me.

Looking around, my eyes came to rest on the bin of guns.

Stepping up to it, I lifted the lid; looking at everything inside.

I still don't know why she would have all these, but none the less she does, or did as the case may be.

"Perhaps you should take one. Since we're here alone, you never know when you could need the extra protection."

Looking at them, there's numerous different kinds of guns, but I don't know what they are. Grabbing one, it a large hand gun; with a long barrel on it.

"I've seen something like this on TV before. It's a silencer I believe. Let us take this one."

Putting it in the laundry basket and headed upstairs until the first load is done.

After getting dressed, I grabbed cleaning supplies, put on some music and got to work.

Moving from room to room; I vacuumed, dusted and anything else that needed to be done.

With all the Christmas decorations out, it's taking a lot longer to dust then it usually did. A short time later I heard my laundry beep, stepping downstairs I traded it out dry for the wet. Taking the basket to Quinn's room, I started putting his clothes away, my foot came into contact with something hard under the bed, reaching under I pulled out a long box.

"Why would he have something like this?"

I started to put it back; but my curiosity got the better of me. Opening it, I revealed a long sword. Pulling it out, the handle and the sheath are both gold and black. "Why on earth would he have this? What would he be using it for?"

"He must have some reason to have it. Perhaps it is intended for none other than Cormac."

Setting it back in the box and closing the lid. "You think he intends to use it on him?" She didn't say anything, I put it back under the bed and finished up putting his clothes away. Closing his door, I went to my room, sorted mine and went back to work; with Lilith now at my heels.

"Why would he get that? And leave it so easy for me to find?" "I don't know. It could have been Mia's for all we know. We don't know anything yet, so don't go jumping to any conclusions my dear."

She's right, I can't just assume that it's his.

A crash made me jump out of my skin. Grabbing the gun; I crept out of my room; searching the house.

Someone grabbed me from behind, throwing me into the wall, my head, coming into contact with me, pain shooting through my scull, my face splitting open.

The gun flying from my hand.

Recovering, I can't see who it is, but there still here, I know they are. My vision clearing, hands grabbed me again, only this time around my throat; trying to choke the life out of me. I got them off, throwing them backwards, catching themselves, they ran from the house, the same way they came, through the now badly damaged front door.

Grabbing my phone, still trying to catch my breath, I called the shop. "Quinn.... Get.... Home now." Is all I got out, then I collapsed to the floor, the phone dropping from my hand, as everything went dark.

"Shayla? Come on Shayla talk to me!" I can hear his voice, but I can't see him; my vision is nothing but shadows.

"Come on hon, talk to me." Quinn pressed something to my lips, encouraging me to drink, whatever it is. Slowly my vision started to clear, but everything still has a shadow around it.

"What happened to me?"

I managed to rasp out, looking at Quinn who is sitting next to me, his eyes red like he's been crying. "You were attacked. Someone broke in and hurt you. Hold still." He touched my face, pain searing my skin.

"You have a nasty gash on your forehead, but it seems to be healing. But you still have some blood on you." I nodded. "I heal rather quickly. Why can't I remember anything?"

"You called me, and told me to get home. Then the line went dead, so I got here as fast as I could. I found you on the floor, there was some blood, and I couldn't get a response from you." Moving closer to me, he looks so scared; he must have been so scared that he would lose me.

"Did you find who it was that attacked me?" Shaking his head. "No they were long gone, by the time I got here. I did find your gun though." He said motioning to it sitting on the nightstand. "I'm not mad. I'm sorry that this happened to you. I just wanted to give you a day off. I swore that nothing would happen to you again, and look what happens, when I leave you alone for a few hours." Taking his hand, he stopped mid rant looking at me.

"Neither one of us could have seen this coming, so stop blaming yourself for it. But look I'm fine, other than a few bumps and bruises, I'm fine."

I said giving his hand a tight squeeze, trying to calm him down.

"When I saw lying on the floor unconscious like that, I almost died. I never want to go through that ever again." "You can't keep me safe forever. Sooner or later something will happen to me. When it does, then you can't go blaming yourself for it." "But not as long as I'm around." "Was anything taken?"

I asked trying to change the subject. He shook his head. "No not as far as I know. Nothing appears to be missing." A shot of horror went through me.

"Go to my closet, there should be a box in there, get it for me."

He nodded, getting up from the bed. Opening the closet, lucky for me, it's still there. "Bring it to me please." Setting it next to me, I sat up against the head board; opening it.

Everything is still inside, my old sketch books, and my pride and joy. My mother's crown and necklace, the only things I have left of her.

"Thank god there still here."

Sighing, I closed the box, setting my hand on the lid, looking at him. "These were my mothers, as you know. I don't know what I would have done if they had of disappeared." "They will be safe." Standing he took the box, setting it back in my closet, re-hiding it, and came back to me.

"You need to rest. I have some things I need to clean up out there. You stay here, and I won't be long." He kissed my head, and I nodded closing my eyes.