I had a sudden panic attack and couldn't breathe let alone speak, but the dragon formerly known as Chris started roaring at me again and telling me to talk.
I thought for a moment that I could pretend I had an address book in a box upstairs or in the kitchen, the try and make a break for it. But a voice in my head told me not to be stupid, just hang on a bit longer, help was coming.
A minute later it suddenly hit home that the voice didn't belong to me. "I don't know where they live! Please Chris! All I know is that Damon moved back to Italy after we split and Stefan put the house where we used to live on the market as well," true.
"I could've told you that! You're lying to me! That was in the papers, I want to know where Damons' living now and if I don't then I'll kill you slowly." I tried to think of distractions and wriggled in his grip trying to free, "please! Let me go! I'll forget about this if you let me go I promise, I was going to ask you out before you got the photo. We still can, I love dragons!"
"Have you ever been kissed by one?" Suddenly I thought I might be in with a chance, I shook my head. Then he licked me and I turned my head away repulsed while he laughed at the trick he just played, but his laughter died when he heard the sound of the door opening.
"Who else has got a key?" he demanded.
"No one!" I assured him, he looked at me and growled. I honestly thought he was going to eat me, but instead he turned around to get a good look at who was in the hallway, he didn't see the wolf until it sprang at him from the kitchen.
The dragon roared and spurted out flames from his mouth but the wolf was already on his head and was trying to bite through the two horns on its' head, but the dragon shook his head back and forth trying to dislodge the wolf.
I managed to get free of the talons and had ran over to the other end of the room trying to dodge the failing tail, I was looking around for weapons when I heard a yelp- the dragon had backed into the doorway and brought his head up effectively crushing the wolf and nearly impaling him on one of the horns.
The dragon brought his head down at speed, throwing the wolf into the hall wall with a sickening crack, I couldn't see him and I yelled out his name at the top of my voice hoping he might get up and get back into the fight, but he didn't.
The dragon seemed to be leaning over him, "fool to think you could take on me. My race will destroy you and will rule the world forever!" With a shock I heard Damons' voice in my head telling me to get the sword to him.
The sword! Of course! How stupid was I?
I thanked every God and Goddess I could remember the names of, that the sword above the fireplace was held on by magnetic sword mounts. I took it down and unsheathed it but the dragon formerly known as Chris heard it and spun around to see what the noise was, it laughed when it saw me with the sword.
"Playing dragon slayer are we little girl? I'm surprised you can even hold it." True, I had to hold it with both hands, but this was a proper dragon slaying sword and it was better than Duncan Macleoads' Katana which was on display on my dining room table.
Although decorated with a dragons' head hilt, the Samuaris' didn't have to slay dragons and the thin curved blade was more suited to taking the heads of immortals than cutting through scales.
"This is a dragonslayer' sword, Chris. It's magic and it will kill you." The dragon laughed, Damon's voice in my head told me to not to try anything stupid, just get the sword to him.
That was my plan, I let out a yell and charged at the dragon formerly known as Chris, Damon screamed in my mind "Lizzie! No!" and it hurt so much that for a second I could only concentrate on his voice and in that split second the dragon had turned and knocked me flat on my face with his tail.
As I tried to get up the dragon was upon me with his jaws open wide, blood running freely from the deep wounds on its head created by Damon were running down its' face and burning the carpet.
My reactions for the next few seconds were based on some sort of instinct, or else Bowens' spirit decided to inhabit me and help me out just this one time. I got up and then as the jaws came down I flung myself towards them, turning in mid air so I was on back and then brought the sword up under the jaw just before it meets the neck.
I pushed with all my strength and somehow buried the sword up to its' hilt. I tried to crawl out of the way as fast as I could as the dragon formerly known as Chris roared with pain and shock, but then he/it stopped roaring and the head came crashing down, pinning me on the back of my knees and all was silent.
"Lizzie!" Damon was staggering towards me, he obviously had a few broken bones and his t-shirt and jacket had a large gash on the right side by his ribs that was bleeding badly.
I tried to crawl out from under the dragon but I couldn't. "I'm stuck!" I called, panicking in case he came back to life, Damon came over and lifted the head up so I could get out, then sat back down holding his side and looking at me weirdly.
"You killed it," he said finally, but all I could think about was getting my sword out.
"I think so. I need to get the sword, help me, quick! In case he's not dead." But Damon just sat there and told me again that I'd killed it, but by now I was trying to fend off shock and all I could think about was the sword. I wanted my sword and I didn't have the strength to lift the head or to roll it over, so I went and got Duncan's Katana and Damon nearly went up the wall.
"What the hell do you think you're going to do with that!" I stared at him with panic in my eyes.
"It's a Katana. You know, a Samurai sword- they're meant to be really good for cutting things."
"I know what a Katana is and I know what it does, but what are you doing with it?"
"Cutting off the horns- I thought the horns are the route of their powers and if I cut the horns off then he won't come back to life," Damon sighed and then walked over to me slowly, I could see the pain and exasperation on his face.
"That sword won't cut anything, it's just for show. Where's the one I gave you?" I told him and the look on his face was one I will never forget.
It was a mixture of shock, respect and amusement, he had to ask me to repeat it a couple of times before he believed me and finally agreed to lift the head of the dragon formerly known as Chris so I could go and retrieve the sword, being careful to avoid the blood.
The sword was a lot harder to pull out then it was to push in, but I managed it and then Damon took it off me. "I'll do it," he said and I reluctantly handed it over to him and watched as he used what little vampiric strength he had left to cut off the two horns with two strokes apiece.
"Satisfied?" he asked, bending in two and holding his side, I was but now I was worried about him.
"Are you okay? Oh my god! I didn't realise you were hurt so bad, take some of my blood!" he refused but then I slapped the underside of my wrist and stuck it in his face.
"Drink. You need healing, you're bleeding all over the carpet and I only hoovered last night!" he sighed and closed his eyes, "fine. But from the neck, you know the veins in your arms aren't big enough."
Damon only took a drop from my neck and wouldn't take any more. He found a scrap of clothing belonging to the Chris and wiped the blade of the sword on it until the majority of the blood was off, then he sheathed it, gave it back to me and ordered me out to the car.
By the time we got to Stefans' house the heater in the car was on full blast and yet I was shivering badly, Stefan and Elena ran out to meet us with a blanket which Stefan wrapped around me. He eyed the sword nervously but Damon got out of the car and told him to leave it for the time being, attention switched to Damon who despite having a bit of my blood was till looking worse for wear. "I'll take her, you go see to Damon," Elena said. Stefan went over to help his brother and Elena coaxed me into the house, where she put me in an armchair and wrapped another blanket round me, Damon and Stefan came in a minute later and Damon laid on the sofa.
I tried to get up and go to him but Stefan sat me back down, "you just stay there Lizzie, he'll be alright." All I could think about now was that he needed blood, but Stefan shook his head, Elena disappeared and then reappeared with some Port and Brandy which she made me drink, although I was shaking so much I could barely hold the glass.
Stefan noticed the small marks on my neck and gave Damon a sharp look, "he needed blood Stefan. You could see his rib bones and he was bleeding all over the carpet!" I blurted out.
"I didn't want to. I only took a small amount, enough to get me here at least so I could rest for a bit," Damon panted.
"What exactly happened? Damon! Lizzie's in a state of shock, clutching a sword with blood on it and you've been cut to the bone by something!" Damon sighed painfully and slapped Elena's hand away as she tried to dab around his wound with cotton wool.
"She slew a dragon." Stefans' eyes were almost on stalks, Elena went pale and had to sit down. "Remember that little distress flare we felt? When I got there she was being pinned down by a two horned dragon, how it got into her flat I don't know. I tried to go for the horns but it flung me against the wall, so I told her to get me the sword. Then it heard her and next thing I know it bellows in pain and rage and drops dead, she was half stuck underneath the thing," he sounded amused by the whole thing.
Stefan stared at me and then crouched down to look me in the eye, "what happened Lizzie? I need to know." So I told him what I could remember about Chris and how I pushed the sword into his brain, Stefan sat back open mouthed and stared at the sword in my hands.
"She won't let it go now, she's in a severe state of shock and she's the one who needs rest. Bring her here and I'll send her to sleep."
This was weird, I remember everything going on, but I couldn't respond, I just felt so emotionally numb. "No, you need to rest. I can do that much you know" then Stefan told me to look him in the eyes, he said I was tired and I needed to go upstairs to sleep, I would feel better in the morning.
I did suddenly feel tired and Stefan helped me up, making sure the blanket was wrapped round me. He tried to take the sword off me but I wouldn't let it go, so he and Elena took me upstairs to their spare room and while Elena took my shoes off Stefan gently prised the sword form hands and put it on the beside cabinet, then he covered me over with the duvet and looked me in the eyes.