Page 8 of Crimson Everlasting
They were running through the parking lot towards the car when Grant, the agent who had accosted them earlier at dinner, came at them from behind a car. He was yelling profanities and violently waving his arms. Trent intervened before Grant could reach Emrys. Once again, he grabbed him and lifted him off the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing?" Grant shouted. "Let me go." Trent pinched his shoulder at the base of his neck and effectively put him to sleep. Grant slumped and fell to the ground. Trent dragged him to the light pole at the edge of the pavement and tied him there.
He then put in a quick call to the Sheriff, asking for someone to pick up Grant and charge him with disorderly conduct or whatever would keep him out of their way for a while. Grant was going to have to be dealt with, but right now, they had more important things to worry about. "He really seems to havean issue with you, sweetheart," Trent commented as they got in the car and took off.
“I asked for a different agent because I didn’t like his high-handed manner. I wanted someone who listened to me, not someone who talked at me.” Emrys defended.
“We’re going to have to make sure he’s not a serious danger. He's being annoying right now, but his anger could escalate.” Trent told him.
“Perhaps a few days with the Sheriff will give him a fresh outlook on life.” Emrys tried to calm things, but Trent wanted the man gone.
The crisis at the Mansion was still front and foremost in his mind, but the issue with Mr. Grant would have to be addressed soon. He didn’t like the fact that he kept popping up and kept accosting his chosen. Trent was seriously considering a mind wipe for Mr. Grant.
They pulled in through the large iron gates and sped up to the Mansion. Trent parked, and they both jumped from the vehicle. Trent took Emrys’ hand and they ran to the Mansion and were met at the doors by his superior, Tobias Yates. He looked at Trent and then at Emrys and nodded. “Go, top floor, the Master's quarters, hurry." He said, and Trent took off.
As they approached the Master’s door, it swung open, and Commander Cullen Volakis stood there. He was someone you avoided unless absolutely necessary, but in this instance, he looked less deadly and more hopeful. He had an expectancy in his expression that lightened his inherent darkness.
“This is Emrys.” Trent introduced them, and Cullen took hold of Emrys’ hand and quickly led him inside past the living room, down a long hall, and into a large bedroom. Trent followed, not letting Emrys get out of his sight.
“This is Emrys Tarquin the Everlasting." He spoke to Master Stone, who stood and walked towards them. "The seer was correct, Alexander, we just didn't understand his warning."
"The crisis and the need for an Everlasting." Master Stone voiced what Cullen was alluding to, and they both smiled. He then turned his attention to Emrys. "Thank you for coming, both of you."
"Of course," Emrys said. "I’ll do whatever you need me to do." Master Stone motioned for the doctors to come forward, and then everything happened fast and efficiently. Trent stayed close to Emrys, giving him the support he required. Trent was proud of his chosen and so pleased that relief had been found for Fergus.
The parents stood back and let the doctors do their jobs, but the strain of watching their only child suffer had taken its toll on them. They held each other and waited, silently waited. Trent felt for them but also knew in his heart that Emrys was there to save Fergus, and save him he would.
Emrys sat there hooked up with needles and plastic hoses, with his blood flowing into Fergus, and he stayed quiet and still. He was waiting just as the others were waiting, and then suddenly it happened, breaking the silence and lighting the hearts of everyone in the room. Fergus took a long and deep breath, and he opened his eyes.
The Master and Quinn rushed forward, hovering over their son, who seemed oblivious to the situation. “Hey, what happened? Why am I all trussed up?” He asked with that familiar smile that Fergus always wore. He glanced over at Emrys. “Who are you?”
"He saved your life, son," Quinn said and kissed Fergus's cheek.
“He brought you back from the brink. He’s the reason that you are awake and breathing.” Master Stone stated and reached his hand over to take Emrys’. He held Emrys’ hand and thanked him, offering him anything he desired for the return of his son, Fergus.
“All I want is Trent, my chosen.” He responded.
"I believe he is already yours." The Master said with a broad smile, signaling the beginning of a new day and a new light in the lives of the Crimson Coven.
Trent and Emrys remained until well into the afternoon to make sure that Fergus was well and the transfusion was complete. The doctors took several samples of Emrys’ blood to test and synthesize to be held in case such a situation ever arises again. They would be prepared with a cure. Emrys's contribution was appreciated, and the Coven was in his debt.
Emrys was humble and modest, backing away from the praise and the appreciation. "I'm glad I was able to be of assistance to that young man, but I'm ready to go home now." He said to Trent, who had sat holding his hand through the entirety of the tests and transfusion. "Thank you for staying close my love. Your support gave me everything I needed in order to carry out what was requested.”
"I love you, Emrys for your simple kindness and your loving nature. I need you in my life, I need you by my side, I need you, Emrys.” He spoke softly but was pleading to be heard and understood.
Emrys cupped the sides of Trent's face in his palms and pulled him close. "I love you, too, Trent. Having you near me has given me a sense of completeness that I have never known before. All I need is you, and it is time we go home, and youclaim me.” He leaned forward and took Trent’s lips in a soft but thorough embrace.
"Yes, take your chosen home, Trent, and claim him. He is exactly the kind of individual the Coven needs.” Master Stone made his desires very clear. “Make sure Emrys is marked and claimed before the celebration tomorrow night. We will be honoring Fergus’ recovery, and it is important that you and your chosen are present.”
"Yes, sir," Trent said with a brief nod. Trent held Emrys’ hand and quickly led him to the door and out into the hallway. A tall man with fiery red hair came towards them with purpose. Trent noticed Emrys steel himself for whatever was going to happen. The man pulled Emrys into his arms and hugged him, pulling him completely off his feet.
"Thanks for saving my grandson. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to call me. I owe you more than I will ever be able to repay." He said, and then set him back onto his feet and quickly disappeared into the Master's quarters.
"Who was that?" Emrys exclaimed wide-eyed.
"Harken, Ravenscroft, the Dragon King," Trent said slowly. “The Dragon King owes you a favor.” He added with raised eyebrows.
“Wow.” Emrys was somewhat speechless for a moment. “I thought he was a myth.”
