Forbidden Love

Ch 3. NightMare

With the lights back on, Blaire found herself wandering into what she assumed was the living room. She looked around, there was an amazing stone fire place, a chocolate coloured sectional not to far from it. A book shelf sat in the corner of the room with rows of books. There was a large sliding glass door adjacent to the book shelf. Of course with the shutters coming down, she was unable see out of it. Sighing softly she sat down on the sectional, hoping her clothing was dry enough that she didn't ruin it. Tonight was a reminder of how screwed up her life was. She was shacked up with a man she didn't know, just to stay clear of the storm.

Without realizing it, Blaire dozed off. Being on the run had taken so much out of her, she didn't pay attention to how tired she really was. Curling up into a little ball, Blaire pulled her legs tight against her as she slept. Her mind began to wander, bringing her back to the memories Blaire had tried so hard to keep buried. 

The screams of her family had woken her from a dead sleep. Sitting up in her bed, she quietly slid off the edge and tip toed down the hall towards the stairs. Unknowing what she would find, she clung to the stair railings, venturing further down. Her mothers screams were blood curdling but were soon followed by a gurgling sound. Closing her eyes she continued, only to be greeted by her fathers mutilated body. Blaire screamed......

At this moment, Draven had entered the living room. He noticed she had fallen asleep, and figured it was best to leave her. As he was about to leave, he noticed her ragged breathing and went over to her side. Blaire cried out and jolted awake, her body trembling. Small streams of tears coated her cheeks. A small layer of sweat on her forehead. Without thinking, she moved forward, ending up sitting in his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she sobbed into his shoulder.

Draven frowned, she obviously had a nightmare of some sort and was clearly in pain. Rubbing her back, he held her close to him.

"Shhh, im here, your not alone" His voice was just a whisper, trying to sooth her.

Blaire's sobs came to an end, she didn't move. He was the first human contact she had, had in 6 months. It felt nice.

Draven inhaled her scent, she smelled like cinnamon. Very intoxicating for sure. His hands continued to rub her back. Draven could feel that she was starting to calm down, Shaking less. Continuing to hold her close to him, his mind started to wander. Why was she so upset? What had happened inside her mind that caused her to wake up crying?

"Blaire? Are you alright?" Again his voice was a soft whisper, deep in the pit of his stomach he felt her pain. He needed to know.

Blaire sighed deeply, she knew he wanted to help, She wanted him to help, just didn't know how he could.

"No,  but over time i will be" Realizing she was still sitting in his lap, she blushed and slowly slid off, sitting beside him "Im sorry....how embarrassing"

Draven smirked as she slid off  to sit beside him. "I dont mind, its not everyday you have a pretty lady in your house" He watched her blush more and chuckled.

The two of them sat in silence for a little while longer. Before long the storm outside became more violent. Branches thrown against the house, rain turned to hail. It wasn't looking good. The shattering of glass broke the silence, bringing Draven to his feet.

"Ill be right back"

Leaving before she could answer, he made his way towards the stairs and headed up. It didnt take him long to find the room where the window was shattered. "Thank god for the shutters" he muttered as he inspected the damage. The window sill was cracked, but not bad enough to allow water to get through. Sighing, he made sure the shutter was still secure before turning his back and leaving the room.

There was a rumble in the pit of of his stomach. Knowing exactly what it was, he headed down the hall to his own room. 

Blaire was wondering what was taking him so long. Biting her bottom lip, she got up off the couch and headed towards the stairs.

"Draven?....."

No answer. What could he be doing? Gathering the courage, she headed up the stairs. Of course she had no idea where anything was. Passing the first bathroom, she didnt see him.

"Draven?...is everything okay?" Blaire was worried now. She continued to walk down the long hallway, she reached a close door. Reaching out slowly, she put her hand against the wooden panels. The door creaked open. 

"Draven?...im sorry to barge in, is everything O-"

Blaire cut herself off with a small scream.