Haunted by an Angel

Chapter Five

"Sydney... Sydney you're mine forever... Sydney..."

I awoke from the dream drenched in sweat.  It has always been the same, night after night  for going on three years now. They started the night of my sixtieth birthday, and have become a part of my nightly routine.

He always calls out to me, professing his undying love.  What scares me the most is, I've never actually seen him.  As I look around, all I see are the big beautiful Angels painted on the Victorian Ballroom ceilings, the cream and gold colored walls, and the massive crystal chandelier perfectly and elegantly displayed in the center of it all.

I see the split stairway leading in two directions on the far side, away from me. It's rails are decorated in beautiful gold trinkets that shine like the stars. The marble floors, reflecting back the Angels above, have a warmth to them that is like that of a fire, burning softly on a cold winters night. 

I feel at peace.  I feel at home.

His soft voice wills me to come forward, to come to him.  I know that he awaits  for me at the top of the stairway.  My body yearns for him, but I am forever unable to move. 

There is something inside of me that warns me of the unseen stranger. There is more to this than a mere dream.  Something dangerous and  exciting.

"Miss Masterson. " I am snapped out of my thoughts as I look up at the nurse in blue scrubs before me.  She was very pretty, maybe 24 at the most.  Her long dark hair, pulled back in a slick ponytail, made her features more defined.  "Your father is out of surgery now."

"Oh, thank you."  I looked at my phone and realized it was almost four in the morning.   I had cried myself to sleep in the little meditation room.  "Can I see him?" I asked, after clearing my throat, hoping that all signs of sleep and fear were gone from my voice.

"Sure.  They're bringing him in from post-op.  He should be placed in a room on the second floor shortly."

I thanked her and stood.  From the door still standing ajar, I could see the detectives sitting in the lobby. 

"What are they still doing here?" I wondered aloud to myself as I walked over to them.

They seemed unaffected by my sudden presence beside them, as they both slowly looked up from their distractions to face me. 

Finally able to pay attention to them, I could tell that Augustine was slightly younger than Pearson.  As they stood, their height became more obvious, with Person standing well over six feet, while Augustine was only standing a couple inches taller than I.

Both men were undoubtedly handsome.  It was obvious they were both young.

"They said I can see my Dad soon." I said shrugging.   "I guess you two will be heading out."  I added trying to be as indifferent as possible.

"Well I will be." Detective Pearson replied.   "My partner and I are going to take shifts here with you and your father for awhile until some things are resolved." He straightened his jacket, "As soon as the hospital tells us what room they are putting him in, I'll have to go."

"I didn't know the FBI sent people to stay with someone after an accident." I said confused.

"Normally they don't. " replied Detective Augustine.  "But these are special circumstances, and until we get to the bottom of the accident, David or I will be with you and your father at all times."

"What kind of special..." I was cut short by the same nurse who woke me.

"Sydney, your father is in his room and awake now." She said with a smile.  Although I think it was more for the detectives than me.  I mean I know they're hot, but keep it in your pants.

"Thank you.  Where is he?"

"Room 303.  Its on the second floor." She stated, her smile unwavering.

"Thank you." I said again before turning back to the detectives.   "I guess you'll be leaving now?" I asked.

"Yep." Replied Detective Pearson.  "I'll be back in a few hours." With that, he slapped Detective Augustine on the back and walked out of the door.