The Siren

thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A PETRIFIED SCREAM slipped out of Breana's mouth as she saw the man starting to approach her, she was panicking and trying to remove her seatbelt but it was obviously stuck. Suddenly the man disappeared from her blurry vision and Damon appeared right by her window, making her heart jump in surprise.

"Ah!" She exclaimed in shock.

Damon observed her situation, "How ya doing in there?" He asked rhetorically.

Breana let out a relieved sigh, "Damon?"

"You look stuck." He muttered, pointing out the obvious.

"It's my seatbelt." Breana gasped out, "I can't get it." She said, starting to panic again as she felt her chest tighten.

"Shh, shh, shh." Damon soothed, "Let me get you out of there." He said, "I want you to put your hands on the roof." He ordered and Breana did as told making Damon nod, "Just like that. You ready?" He grabbed her seatbelt, "One, two, three." He ripped it off and helped her out of the car by picking her up in his arms, "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, "Can you stand? Is anything broken?" He asked, frowning.

"Uh-huh." Breana answered absent-mindedly.

Damon carefully put her down on her feet, but Breana started swaying and Damon immediately caught her before she fell on the ground.

"Whoa, you're fading fast, Breana." He said as he looked at her, "Breana, look at me." He ordered, grabbing her face gently to face him, "Focus. Look at me." Breana looked at him in the eyes as if in daze, "Okay."

"Damon." Breana muttered, weakly acknowledging him as Damon stared at her in concern.

Breana's eyes closed as she fainted and Damon grabbed her, putting her on the ground slowly, he brushed her face with his hand, sighing, "Upsy-daisy." Damon murmured to himself before picking her up again, carrying her away.

*****

It was already morning and Damon was driving them somewhere after he put the unconscious on the passenger seat last night.

Breana started stirring awake, her head against the car window, her eyes slowly opened, frowning in confusion as she didn't know where she was, she turned her head and saw Damon sitting next to her, driving, who also turned to look at her.

"Morning." Damon greeted, giving her his usual tight lipped smile.

Breana continued to frown in confusion, looking at the road, "Where are we?" She asked, feeling her head pounding.

"Georgia." He answered casually.

Breana stared at Damon bewildered, "Georgia?" She uttered in shock, "No, no. No, we're not." She started to say repeatedly, shaking her head, "Seriously, Damon, where are we?" She asked, turning her head, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Seriously, we're..." Damon trailed off, he looked at her, "we're in Georgia." He pursed his lips as Breana looked at him, "How ya feeling?"

"I f-..." Breana trailed off, her brows still furrowed as she looked down, her head aching still, "I..."

"There's no broken bones." Damon said, reassuring her, turning back his attention on the road, "I checked."

"But my car..." Breana muttered, "There was a man, I hit a man." She told him, her eyes widening slightly as she remembered, "But then, he got up." She said, "Who was that?" The brunette asked herself and Damon, even though she knew none of them knows the identity of this person.