A/N: Thank you all once again for the review crack. It feeds me and keeps me going! KCP, as always, thank you! The crew over at LTAE, you guys inspire me every day. Again a short chapter, but I'm just trying to stay true to the story and the natural breaks. There is more written, it's just being fine tuned so you will have it soon, I promise. I'm in awe every day of the fact that people even want to read this. Okay enough of the wine driven drivel, enjoy.
Chapter 8
I opened my eyes slowly, squinting at the bright light in the room. I tried to move my head, but I got so dizzy I had to close my eyes again. I took a few deep breaths and tried again. Clearly I'd been drugged. My limbs felt a bit heavy, but I managed to sit up. Then I wished I hadn't. A wave of nausea hit me and I leaned over retching. I don't know how long I was out, but it was long enough that there was no food in my system, and I did nothing but dry heave.
When I was through I took a good look around. The room was mostly empty. In addition to the small mattress I was on, there was a chair in the middle and, a locked cabinet against one of the walls. There were no windows, and only one door. I slowly walked to it, and tried the handle. Locked. Of course. I hadn't really expected anything different, but I had to try.
As I stood by the door, I heard voices. They were speaking Spanish. Where the hell was I? I lowered my shields to try to read the minds that went with those voices, but all I got was a stream of Spanish (which I don't understand) and, images as one of the men recalled his night with his wife (which I really didn't want to see).
I reached out a little bit more, but the only other bit of information I got was that I was on a boat or, rather, a ship. An old freight ship of some kind, but I had no idea where. I reached out to Eric through the bond, but I hardly felt him. I realized it was probably daytime and he was dead to the world. He also felt, and I don't know how I knew this, very far away. I hoped I was wrong.
I called to Claudine. I mean if ever I needed my fairy godmother it was now, but I got nothing. Just how far away was I? Does distance matter with fairies? I had to admit, I knew very little about my own heritage. Then again, my great-grandfather and my cousins had not always been so forthcoming when it came to giving me information.
"Damn it Claudine! I really, really need you!"
I heard the lock on the door turn, and the scrape of metal as the door swung open.
"I'm afraid your fairy godmother is not going to be joining us today," said a familiar voice.
For the briefest of moments I thought this was a rescue, until I saw the look in his eyes. I don't think I've ever been more frightened than I was just then.