Wounded stranger

[Lovely]

Raja's Mansion
(A few days after Logan is left for dead by Alkonost)


Blood... lots and lots of blood... he was drowning in it, and all of it his. He tried to pull it into himself but he couldn't. So horrible, everywhere, staining, and she was there, standing over him. Those eyes, they wanted him to die, and before he could reach out to grab ahold of her he went under. Drowning in a sea of his own blood, how horrible, so horrible. He couldn't let it take him, she stood there, waiting for him, his fire haired beauty. "Bronwyn... Bron.." Gasping he woke up, sitting up in bed. Red beads dotted his forhead as he looked around manicly trying to figure where he was.

Soterrana came into the room carrying a tray. She smiled a small smile to the man on the bed. "You're awake." She said softly. "Lay back... you've had a number done on you."

Logan gently layed back. "Who?" He asked blinking heavily as the head rush hit him.

"I am Soterrana.... You are amoung your kind... You are safe in the house of Rajalina." She said softly, setting the tray on the stand by the bed. She gently sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing his forehead.

He nodded. "What happened?" He asked, his memories a jumble, more like a mixed up dream than anything.

"I don't know... I found you... nearly dead and quite torn apart.... Some nasty burns as well." Her eyes showed gentle compassion.

"How long have I been here?"

"Nearly to your fifth night." She said softly.

"God.." He breathed, his eyes widened. "Bronwyn.." He said, trying to get out of the bed. "I've got to get to her... she must be worried.. might be in danger... I've got to..."

Soterrana put a hand to his shoulder. "You are in no condition to go anywhere. Bronwyn... she is one of us?" She knew of one.

He nodded. "She's... my sire.." He said, laying back reluctantly.

The look on her face was of shock. "Bro...Bronwyn is you sire... perhaps she is different from the one I know of... This Bronwyn...Is she beautful, pale skin like ivory, does she have red hair like flame?.. Father is Gabriel?"

He smiled at the description of Bronwyn and nodded. "Yes... that's her."

"You were with her? Staying somewhere nearby? We can have someone go for her..."

"The Montgomery inn." He said with a small sigh. "We were staying there." He said, telling her the room number.

"I'll be back, I will send someone to her there. They will bring her here, to be with you." She nodded and headed to the door. "I will be back in a moment."

He nodded. "Thank you." He layed his head against the pillow, slowly drifting back off to sleep.

[Lovely]

She returned and sat next to him for a short time while he slept. A time later she left him again to retrieve the news that had been brought of his Bronwyn. Soteranna went to his side and held his hand silently as he slept.

Again Logan awoke from the same nightmare. Red beads once again dotting his forhead. His eyes looked to her frantically.

With a warm damp cloth she wiped his forehead and eased him the best she could. Offering him a cup of fresh blood. "You need to rest and heal." She spoke softly.

He took the cup in his hands. "Bronwyn...?" He asked before taking a sip.

She lowered her head a moment. "She was not there.... when asked... no one has seen her in over a week." She looked up to his face. "Since days before you were last seen."

He looked into the cup. "God..." He was sure she was still alive, sure he could still feel her. "Gabriel." He breathed... it had to be.

"Her father? Then she must be fine if he has taken her in.."

He shook his head, remebering when he'd tried to kill her, he could still see the sword at her throat.

"What's wrong?" Soteranna leaned forward. "Gabe has always protected...been over protective of his daughter."

He frowned. "Not when he found out about me."

"Ohh... you think he will bring her harm?"

He nodded. "Already tried to kill us... I have to.." He paused and looked at her. "How do you know Gabriel?"

"Gabriel is infamous amoung our kind...and this house has met him before." She smiled softly. "He and his daughter attended many functions in this house... of course not here... we have only just arrived...but other places our house has been kept."

He nodded. "I should go then." He said pushing out of bed again.

Her hands on his shoulders pushed him firmly back. "And where will you go?" She shook her head. "You will not get far... You'll collapse before you found the outer door.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed, wanting to do something, but she was right, he didn't have the strength. "I need to find her."

"If she is to be found...you will once you have your strength." She stroked his cheek softly, reassuring and touched by his concern.

He frowned. "I can't believe I let him take her."

"By the looks of you...you didn't let anything." She spoke softly, trying to let her voice be a comfort to him.

"You don't understand.. I promised to protect her." He sighed, shaking his head.

"I do understand... and I am the one who found you." She tipped his chin to look into his eyes. "I am a warrior... I have seen and cause much bloodshed. You are lucky to be with us... even those of our kind...most do not survive wounds as you have sustained."

He looked up at her with a smirk. "I come from a good line." He said before looking back to the cup of blood in his hands.

"I have met your sire... you come from exquisite stock."

"She is a marvel isn't she?"

"She is a beauty who rivals all those of this house...and turns heads."

"In my heart yes.. but from what I can see there are beauties in this house as well."

"Thank you. The sentiment is returned."