And now, from a different point of view
I sit outside the chapter house in the Lexus. Conner and the other guy? What’s his name again? Max? Yeah that’s right. They have been in there for a bit and then I see something that makes me nervous. A flickering light in one of the windows, and then “Oh shit.” I say as I step out of the drives side and for just a moment I step toward the door.
“Stay out of Danger, I will not loose either of my women”
I hear Conner’s voice in my head from the first night I joined him, well that's not what he said the first time, but he has said it since she came along. My Master and Mistress. As I place a foot on the step that leads up to the door the door busts open and out flies someone I don’t recognize, and then someone... “Oh Shit.”
He flies out the door and lands on the pavement. Rolling and rolling. I rush to the trunk of the car and pop it with the fob. I pull out a blanket and the mini fire extinguisher we keep in the trunk and then... the flaming man runs by, at 1000 miles an hour. My master. “Oh Shit.”
The trunk is slammed and back in the car I go, right into the drivers seat and I take off after him like a bat out of hell. As I drive up next to him I kick the door open and it slams into his back and sends Conner sprawling. The anti-locks get a work out, the trunk releases and I dash out of the car and cover his body with the blanket. He lashes out at me as the fire begins to smoulder. The blanket flies off and WOOOSH I cover him in flame retardant foam. I got a moment, just a moment and I toss the singed blanket over him, use that gift he game me and spear him into the trunk of the car. Its like a pro wrestler or something. Before I slam it shut I hose him down again with the extinguisher until the can runs dry.
Slam goes the trunk and away we go back to the haven. I text three of his herd and tell them their master needs him as I pull onto the interstate.
“Cheyenne...” I hear his voice in my mind... “Cheyenne I hurt...”
“I know...” I reply back to him.
10 minutes later and we are home, the car in the garage and the man out of the trunk. I wash him down with a hose from the back yard, the water and chemical running down and into the floor drain. My master is a wreck, his entire left arm is burned down to the bone, The side of his chest is muscle and sinue, "Is that his heart". I vomit. It wasn't his heart.
“Is there food coming?”
I nod to him and begin cutting away his clothing. First his coat, then his shirt, I use a needle-nose to begin picking shirt out of his skin. I vomit again as I try to finish picking at him. Conner, my master, stands there naked, the upper right of his body destroyed. “Go in my room, change the sheets. Is she home?”
I shake my head.
“Call her.”
I nod, and then proceed with my duties.