Chapter Two
Freya moaned softly as she slowly began to open her eyes. Blinking them from the cloud that hung over her. Her head was pounding. "Nyla..." She called out to her, barely able to make the words form.
"I'm right here, Freya..." Nyla said, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth. She sat on the floor next to where Freya laid, sprawled out behind the couch. Her heart was racing and panic was seeping in. She didn't know what to do. What could she do? One minute they were talking about the tv show she was watching and the next minute Freya blacked out.
Freya brought her hand up to her face and pressed it against her eyelids. "What...what...happened?" She asked, not much of a memory. She couldn't remember, just a thick haze clouded her head.
Nyla shook her head. "I don't know. I was hoping you knew." She helped her friend sit up and leaned her up against the back of the couch. "You blacked out."
Freya could barely see but enough to see the worry and concern plastered on her friends face when she looked at her. She pressed her head against the couch trying to circulate around what happened. The over rush of dread lingered close by and Freya didn't like the feeling. "I...I can't..." She thought long and hard making the pounding inside her head worse.
Nyla swallowed the lump in her throat. "Did you have another day vision?"
Her eyes narrowed. This was becoming impossible. What the hell happened? "I don't think so, I mean if I did I have no recollection of it. There's nothing there but empty space and an awful taste of blood but not my blood. It's weird."
"I'll get you a glass of water." Nyla said as she stood up and headed to the kitchen. She was only gone for a minute, Freya still sat on the floor, her knee was to her chest resting her elbow on it and her hand covered her forehead. Her eyes were closed. "Here." She handed the young woman the glass full of cold liquid. "Need some aspirin?"
The glass was cold to her touch, not drinking it instead she placed the glass against her head, sighing a relief as it began to ease the throbbing pain. "I'll be fine once the room stops spinning."
Nyla nodded once, sitting back down on the floor. "Okay." She was scared. She never witnessed something so scary before that it rattled her nerves.
She looked down at the floor.
"I'll be alright, Nyla." Freya whispered, sensing her friends pending emotions. She turned her head and looked at her. She placed her hand on her leg and patted it lightly. "I'll be alright. I promise..."
Nyla felt the stray tear fall from her eye but quickly wiped it away before...hoping that Freya didn't see it. "You better." She scolded, eying her with painful, dagger eyes. "That was so freaky."
Freya understood. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I can't control it."
"Forgiven. Now let's get you up off the floor." Nyla stood to her feet and held out her hand to take. Freya put the glass down next to her and took her waiting hand and Nyla helped her to her feet.
She stood there for a long moment, her knees slightly shaky and the blood rushed down inside her body. She shook her head, letting the cobwebs dissipate. Slowly, pieces began to crash through her, shattering her defenses once again. The tv was frozen on his face, his eyes held mystery as she looked at him. She stumbled forward towards the tv and stared at him. Could this really be him? Could this be the mystery man from her terrible dream?
He looked just like him. Everything about him was perfect to the person that she has been dreaming about for the last month.
No! That's impossible! How could it be?
But she knew, deep down in her heart...her soul, every ounce of fiber in her, she knew this was the person she had to try and save.
"Oh my god," She muttered covering her mouth with her hand to block the shock of realization from escaping. "Nyla, this is him. This is the guy from my dreams." She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Her friend was just as surprise as she was. "Nyla, this is who I need to save... He's..." Her words faded from her as she sat down on the edge of the coffee table. She couldn't pull her eyes away from him. She was drawn to him.
"Nyla...he's right there."
"Are you sure? Are you sure Zak Bagans is your guy?" She couldn't believe it herself.
Freya nodded. "I'm certain of it. He's plagued my dreams for a month. I never forget a face."
The two girls looked at each other. "How are we going to help him?" Nyla asked the question that crossed both their minds.
"I don't know. But I got too...I need to help him before it's too late. He can't die..."
Nyla sat down in the chair next to Freya and pressed the play button on the remote. "I guess we have no choice but to go to Vegas."
