Disclaimer: I don't own Creedy, Quinn. But I do own Erlina and Brenna.

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She cried. She cried for hours until her weakened body collapsed on the ground. She did not care if the dirt went into her eyes. She had just shamed herself for her own actions. They were almost there until the swooping attack from above. Everything either severely burnt or destroyed. They asked her to do the one thing that would haunt her forever. How did she come untouched after all the smoke cleared? Not a single wound. But the ones she cared about most were charred and suffering. She stood upon her knees and cursed the demons that flew in the air. She was a mess with dirt smeared on her face and tears that had been coming for what seemed like hours. She wondered how many miles off she was from the castle discovered in England only a little while back. This "tribe" of people had been talking to her community through the radio for weeks. But now, their journey over there was ended. She would rather be left for dead now. Even though she lay right next to a field of fruits she hadn't the stomach to eat ever again. She cursed herself for having done what she did. She heard a low rumbling sound for what seemed like large trucks. Through a dusty cloud she could see a tank-like vehicle. It stopped and a person dressed in silver had jumped from the armored car and she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. It was silent now. All she could see was black. She wished she was dead. Then slowly she slipped into a deep sleep. The person in silver picked her up her legs on one arm and her shoulders on the other. The person ran back into the truck and set her down gently on the seat next to the driver. The person stripped himself of the helmet and began to switch the truck into reverse. The procession of vehicles all backed up into the castle grounds. Everything was fenced in to protect themselves from the dragons. Finally everyone from the trucks began to close up there equipment. The man pulled her from the seat and placed her over his shoulder. Another man walked over to him.

"Look what I found, Quinn." The Scotsman shrugged his shoulder slightly. Quinn laughed softly.

"I thought for sure we were gonna be charred flesh but I guess after the attack the bastard flew off." Quinn said in his English accent, "Any idea who those people were Creedy?" Quinn inquired. Creedy used his other arm to wipe the sweat from his brow. Creedy shook his head.

"Nah. I know they can't be from England though."

"How could you tell?" Quinn asked. Creedy smiled slightly.

"Because they mustn't of known that the dragons originated here." Quinn laughed at this.

"Oh sure come here for safety. There are dragons everywhere you turn. Smart one." Creedy went on. Quinn laughed. They both turned toward the castle and went into the underground lair.

"This one on my shoulder was bright enough to be screaming at the sky. She's just lucky that dragon decided not to come back and eat her. Christ almighty." Creedy said talking about the woman he carried over his shoulder, "What am I gonna do with her?"

"You should just let her sleep in your room Creedy. There's no extra beds." Quinn suggested. Creedy shot a look at him.

"Sorry, mate. I've got a wife to tend to in my room." Quinn said. Creedy laughed.

"Please, you couldn't satisfy her anyways. Let me put this girl in your room." Quinn playfully punched Creedy in the arm.

"Alright. She can stay in my room but make sure she has a bed by tomorrow night. Got it?" Creedy demanded. Quinn nodded.

"I'll go and get Brenna to wash her." Quinn said. Creedy turned around the opposite way and went into another hall and finally found himself in his room. He lay her down on his bed. He looked at her face. He could barely tell what she looked like from all the soot and dirt.

"What trouble have you gotten into missy?" he asked himself. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked her over. She was of an hourglass shape and was blessed with ample breasts. Creedy smiled as he thought of devilish things.

"Well, you certainly weren't the virgin Mary, I know that." Creedy said again.

"Ahem" Creedy shot his head to the doorway where Brenna stood with a bowl of warm soapy water and a cloth. Creedy blushed slightly.

"If you're done corrupting your own little mind I would like to wash her. Could we have some privacy?" Brenna said. Brenna was a short, older woman. She was the mother of the whole castle.If anyone ever had a problem they would run to her for advice.

Creedy walk toward the door.

"You two play nice now." Creedy said jokingly. Brenna smirked as Creedy pass her in the doorway.