Daylight, a Timeless Series Novel (2 page)

“Cheyenne.” Callon was waiting near a doorway. “Come on, you need to rest.”

His tone left no room to argue.
I lowered my head once again and walked towards him. He grasped my arm and pulled me towards the bathroom. He closed the door behind me, and I slumped against it. I didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to do anything. I couldn’t.

My
gaze fell to the sink top, where a nightie lay folded. Tears welled in my eyes, and I choked back a sob. It had been a gift from Colt. I turned away and quickly turned on the shower, desperate to wash away the gloom inside.

When I came out again, only a dim light in the corner of the bedroom was on. Callon sat waiting on the bed, his shoulders sagging, no longer strong and confident. He pulled down the covers for me, and I crawled in.

“Sleep, Cheyenne.” A tender kiss touched my head.

The door only made the slightest creak as he closed it, but it was
as if my heart understood. It was the final closure for it as well. I was alone now; completely and utterly alone. I had no living relatives, no best friend, and no sunshine.

I curled my legs into my chest and held tight
, waiting for sleep to come.

“Cheyenne,”
Colt’s whispery voice called out.
“Why’d you have to run away? Why’d you have to leave me?”

“Colt!” I cried. “I’m here! I’m here!”

“Cheyenne…”

“No!” My body shook, as the memory of that day flashed before me. Marcus’
s face was twisted with malice as he raised his hands towards Colt.

“No!” I bellowed. “No, Marcus, no!”

The blinding light blazed around me, and I was thrown to the ground. The air grew frigid as I looked up to see Colt’s lifeless body. Cold, hardened rage took over, and a surge of energy burst through my veins. The darkness I’d been fighting to contain was rising, consuming everything. My anguish, sorrow, pain and anger were expanding, mixing together and feeding me with power.

“Why’d you leave me?”
Colt whispered
. “Why’d you leave me…”

My hate
-filled eyes met Marcus. I didn’t see a man; only a demon. One who’d stolen everything from me. I raised my hands, ready to reduce him to dust, when Marcus spoke:

“This is all your doing, Cheyenne. This is all because
of your selfish actions. You killed Colt!”

I stopped breathing, tremors taking over my body. I’d brought this upon myself. I’d bottled up all my doom and despair
, and now it was unleashed, a wild beast that couldn’t be tamed.

My vision blurred with tears, and I began sobbing uncontrollably. My light, my sunshine
, was gone, and it was my fault! I could never bring Colt back. I could never bring my parents or adoptive parents back. They’d all died because of me!

“Take me!” I screamed, wishing for the darkness to run th
rough me. I wanted it to suffocate me, drown me, numb the agonizing misery.

Just make it all go away…

“Cheyenne!” Callon’s voice broke through my nightmare, and strong arms pinned me to the bed.

The shadows
in my mind were stronger, and I pushed him away.

“Cheyenne!” Callon bellowed. “Wake up!”

Let it take me
. Let it take me and let this miserable life be done with.
Leave me be, and let the blackness take my pain away forever.

“Cheyenne!” Daniel screeched. “We’re here! We’re right here! Come back!”

A stinging sensation radiated against my cheek, but it only lasted for a moment.

“Do it again!” Maes screamed.

My head rolled to the side, but my eyes fluttered open. Firm hands suddenly grasped my face and forced it upright. I blinked. Callon was straddling me, while Maes and Daniel hovered at my bedside. They were staring, horrified.

“Breathe, Cheyenne, breathe,” Maes said. My mouth opened
, and I gasped as air filled my lungs. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why hadn’t they let me go?

“Where are you?” Callon whispered as he stroked my cheek
, still hot from where he’d slapped me. “Come back. I need you.”

I pulled away from his grasp and rolled to my side. He moved to sit beside me, cradling my head in his arms.

“It was just a dream, sweetheart,” he spoke quietly. “It was nothing more than a dream.”

I knew it was more than just a dream. It was m
y wish to get away. I was withdrawing, seeking refuge from this horrible reality I’d created.

My breathing slowed and my racing heart calmed, but nothing could remove the ache in my chest. Not Callon, not Daniel, not Maes. Colt was the only one who could save me
, and he was gone.

“I need you to get dressed
,” Callon said quietly. “We’re going to be leaving soon.”

I pushed him away and rolled out of bed. Once in the bathroom, I
leaned on the closed door, staring at the mirror. An unrecognizable woman stared back, and my hand flew to my mouth. The others didn’t need my explanation to work out what was going on; the answer was clear for all to see.

My blue eyes had faded to a drab gr
ay. My once bright blond hair was dull and lifeless. There was no color in my cheeks, only a sickly pallor. A cloak of something dark and wild lurked just under the surface, draining me from the inside. It was a violent storm cloud waiting to erupt.

A knock at the door jarred me back into the present
, and I opened it. Callon gently pushed his way in. His hands grasped my shoulders, but I refused to meet his eyes. He didn’t need to see any further within me. He sighed, then hesitated, unsure what to say next.

“You have to fight this, Cheyenne,” he said. “But you can’t do this alone. I want to help you. You have to let me in.”

I stared at the floor, my mind growing foggier by the moment. I had to push everything down deep, push it all away and hibernate in my safe place.

“Cheyenne.” He took my chin and forced my head up. “Listen to me.” His hazel eyes—always so calm and controlled—were now full of uncertainty. “I can’t…I won’t lose you to this. We’re all hurting, but you have to fight through this. Do you hear me?”

I snapped my eyes shut. I didn’t want to fight anymore.

He drew me into his chest, his warm lips pressing against my cheek.

“I can’t lose you…I can’t.” He softly rubbed my back. “If I could bring Colt back for you, I would, but he’s gone.” His voice faltered. “I want him back as much as you do. I feel as if a part of me has been ripped away. We have to fight through this together.”

I heard his worthless words, and frowned. He
said he’d bring him back if he could, yet he was the one who’d banished Colt to begin with.

Callon pulled away, his shoulders firming with determination.

“I’ve ordered you a meal. You’ll eat and drink before we leave this morning. You won’t run off to spit it out.”

I said nothing, remembering my behavior at the airport. I had no need for food now
. It was all tasteless. Meaningless.

His eyes narrow
ed slightly, waiting for me to acknowledge him. I responded by looking away.

“Get dressed,
” he ordered. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

By the time I was done, Callon was waiting near the door. He pointed towards the main room
, and I followed behind him. Daniel and Maes stood in the corner, and a small table with covered plates lay before them. Daniel pulled the chair out and I sat.

I glanced
towards the windows; the pre-dawn light was arriving. I’d have my sunlight soon, and maybe that would keep the dark demons at bay for a while.

“Eat, Cheyenne,” Callon said as he uncovered the dishes. The sight
alone of breakfast made me nauseated.

Maes pushed the fork closer. I picked it up and began moving the eggs around on the plate. Taking one small bite, the tasteless mixture settled to the side of my mouth. I couldn’t bring myself to swallow.

“Another,” Maes said. I took a second bite, once again pushing it to the side.

I reached for my napkin only to have it taken away.

Maes shook his head. “Swallow it.”

I closed my eyes and forced myself to swallow the now mushy mixture, gagging slightly before it settled in my stomach.

“All of it,” Callon added as I was about to put my fork down.

Reluctantly, I finished the meal as best I could; spreading the items around to make it appear I’d eaten more.

Maes pushed a glass of orange juice before me. “You need to drink too, Cheyenne,” Maes said.

I stared at it
, unmoving.

“If you’d just say a few words,
mon espoir
, you won’t have to drink it.”

If I’d just say something…
I had no words to say. Nothing I said would bring back my Colt. Nothing would change all the mistakes I’d made. Nothing would bring me out of the pits of despair. Nothing would turn back time.

My fingers grasped the cold glass
, and I closed my eyes as the liquid touched my lips. The sour taste was somehow fitting, given how bitter my life had become.

I placed the glass on the table
, and Maes turned away, but not before I caught a glimpse of his own sorrow. I was his hope, his only hope, and now I was fading away.

Callon grasped my arm
, and we headed for the door. I kept my head bowed to avoid further eye contact. I didn’t need to be reminded of yet another task I’d failed at.

By the time we made it to the front entrance, I
felt a bit off, as if my body was moving half a beat behind. My foot missed a step, but Callon was quick to catch me and help me inside the car.

Maes turned around in the front seat.

“You’ll fight through this,
mon espoir.
You’re stronger than the darkness.” His accent thickened. “You’ll find your courage again someday, and your light will return.”

Daniel pulled out of the parking lot
. Each leg of this journey numbed my heart further. My eyes wanted to water, but it was as if everything inside had dried up. I instead focused on the shadows retreating from the dark alleyways. The sun was finally emerging from the night. Streaming rays poked through the clouds, and I blinked, trying to clear the blurred spots from my vision.

What was wrong with me now? Wasn’t it enough already? I was suffering, dying on the inside
, and now my eyes were throwing me a curve ball as well. The objects outside began spinning, and I had to close my eyes.

“It’s okay, Cheyenne
. Rest now,” Callon said softly.

What had he done?

My head suddenly became too heavy to hold up and rocked to Callon’s shoulder. I felt the hefty weight of emptiness ready to push me under.

“Sleep now, love.” A warm caress touched my forehead. “You’re going to be just fine. I’ll take care of you.”

Without any strength left, I inhaled deeply and allowed the darkness to win.

Chapter 2

Alone…alone…alone…

The word filtered through my mind and I gasped for air. Covers tangled around me like a snake snaring its prey, and I fought to dislodge myself. I tumbled to the floor, trembling.

I was no longer in the car.

A flickering to the right caught my eye. The last remnants of sunshine were streaming through a window. The deep shadows were looming again, and panic set in. I raced to the panes and watched as the light drifted down over the horizon.

No! My fist hit the window in protest, rattling the old frame.

I stepped back, and pressed my shaking hands to my face. What was I to do now? I tried not to hyperventilate as I studied my surroundings. This must be the house in Ireland Callon had talked about. The home we all were supposed to find safety in, but there was no safety for Colt.

I clawed at my face as the words ran through me again.
Alone…alone…alone…
I was once again alone. There was no sunshine, there was no Colt, no Mom and Dad. It was just me in this prison of misery with no escape.

I’d brought this all upon myself
. This was my fault.

I couldn’t stay in the room that was starting to feel like a cage
, so I threw open the door. The hall was dark, and a shiver rushed through me. I couldn’t face the shadows. Inhaling a shaky breath, I retreated back into the room. My arms hugged my torso, trying to hold off the inevitable.

I had to stop this.

Creeping back towards the bed, my foot hit something. Callon’s medical bag was resting by the door. I ripped it open, breaking the lock in the process. Frantically I dumped the contents on the floor and began shoving the small bottles around.

He’d given me something before we left the hotel, he must have. I wouldn’t have slept otherwise. I twisted a small bottle towards the dim lighting, but couldn’t make out the name. I dropped it and grabbed another. They were all medicines, all meant to take pain away. What did it matter which one I chose?

My fingers scrambled for a needle and I shoved it in the bottle, draining it completely. Whatever he’d given me before worked. It would numb the misery and force me to forget.

My shaking hands plunged the needle into my arm and I dispe
nsed the drug. I leaned back against the bed waiting for the effects to take place. Minutes passed, and nothing happened. Of course, I was Timeless now—I’d need to increase the dose. I ripped open another bottle and filled it again, stabbing it into my arm for a second time.

My right hand fell limp before I could remove the needle
, and my head slumped. The blackness crept over me, and I began to sink into its depths.

Loud noises broke through as I began to drift to
that
place of nowhere and nothing…my sanctuary.

“Cheyenne!” Callon shouted and caught me as I tumbled to the floor. “What
have you done?!”

He yanked the needle from my arm and searched for the bottle. Daniel’s blurry form hovered above me
, and the dark shadow I’d come to know was cursing in French.

“Chey…” Daniel choked. Tears brimmed in his eyes and he drew me closer. “Why? Why are you trying to hurt yourself?”

He didn’t understand. None of them did. My mind was a constant whirlwind of tragic events. I couldn’t take them anymore. Couldn’t face the mistakes I’d made, the lives I’d sacrificed, the loved ones I’d hurt. I couldn’t face knowing I was the reason Colt was dead. And all the while this uncontrollable power raged inside, waiting for an excuse to take over. It promised to take the pain away, to leave my broken heart in peace. I had no use for dreams anymore. I should let it win.

“She’s not going anywhere
!” Callon roared as he jabbed another shot into my arm.

The mind
-numbing heaviness swamped over me, and I closed my eyes. Fingers touched my neck as all my thoughts drifted to gray. The smoky emptiness gave me a temporary peace.

My heavy lids
struggled to open. Light filled the space.

“Cheyenne.” The warmth in Daniel’s voice brought little comfort. “
Cheyenne, don’t go away. I need you.” He sat by the side of the bed, his eyes full of gloom. “I lost my brother. I can’t bear the thought of losing you too. Please!”

I turned away, only to be confronted by Maes’s shadow.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Rage dripped from his voice. “You think you’re the only one to have ever suffered a loss? Do you honestly think you can just give up and run away?” He seized my arm to drag me out of bed when Callon’s hand clamped over his.

“Don’t,” Callon growled. “Leave her be.”

“Are you growing weak as well, Callon?” Maes snapped.

“No, I’m finally growing wiser.”

Maes snarled. “So it’s wise for her to think it’s okay to run away whenever things get tough?”

“She’s not running away.”

“Then what do you call what just happened? An accidental overdose?”

Callon didn’t reply.

Maes let go of me and stepped back, shaking his head. “You’re a fool, Callon.”

“Fools never admit to their mistakes,” Callon shot back. “I’ve pushed her too far. I left her with few choices, and denied her the one thing that gave her happiness. This was bound to happen.”

“So then what?” Maes asked.

“We wait.”
Callon looked down at me with an expression I couldn’t read.

“Chey,” Daniel
said again softly. “You can do this. I believe in you.”

Tears I couldn’t control rose to the surface. Colt’s last words
had been the same…

I buried my face in my hands and curled into a tight ball. How could anyone believe in me? I was an utter failure. Everyone who came in contact with me suffered in some way. And the ones I’d opened my heart to
, all were dead and gone. Was my love that tainted? Destined to hurt those it touched?

If that was the case, I truly deserved to be swallowed up in
misery.

I
sat in the chair and stared at the wall. Rain pelted the window, falling from the grizzled sky. The sunlight and warmth were further away than ever, and slowly I felt the darkness slide closer.

“Is she ever coming back?” Daniel whispered.

Callon replied with a deep sigh.

“I feel so lost, Callon,” Daniel said. “I wish…”

“So do I,” Callon said. “So do I.”

Time must have passed, but I wasn’t following
. I spent them in a chair by the fireplace or in bed, wherever I was led. Food came and went, and I ate only what was needed. Why I still wanted to stay alive I didn’t understand, but something inside wouldn’t allow me to give up yet. Was it my rage, unwilling to forgive being dealt this awful hand, or was it something more? A nagging feeling haunted me that maybe this was just a dream, that I’d suddenly wake up and realize Colt hadn’t died. Or was it that deep down I knew Colt would have wanted me to live? My parents would’ve told me to fight for what I believed in… but what
I
believed in was gone.

I’d never had a choice from the beginning. I’d been fooled into believing I could be with Colt, could choose the one I wanted to be with
. Could choose the one I loved.

They’d all played a part in this: destiny, Callon, and Colt. They’d each given me false hope.
It was supposed to be this way
, Callon had said.
We were always meant to be together
. But if we were always meant to be, then why did Colt have to work his way into my heart as well?

Callon had the rings, and he
hadn’t hesitated to use them to his advantage just like Marcus. But Colt, he’d had my friendship. From the start he’d worked on me to make me fall in love with him. It had felt natural, regardless of the fact that he was my protector. With Callon I’d been forced into the situation. Yet while it had been awkward to begin with, I’d grown to love him, too.

Really
, when it all came down to it, I had no choice of my own. Everything had been set out, and I was forced to confront destiny. No matter how I’d tried, it had won in the end.

I had to follow its plan.

“Happy Birthday, Cheyenne.”

Daniel’s soft voice caused me to look up. I’d been lying on the bed, as I often did since coming to Ireland. Everything had lumped together in a haze, and I
hadn’t realized what day it was. I glanced towards him, and spotted a small pink cupcake on a crisp white plate set before me, a single candle burning.

My light
.

“I’m here, Cheyenne,”
Colt whispered.
“I said I’d always be your light. I promised never to leave you. Remember?”
His fingers brushed the stray hairs from my eyes, and I grasped for his hand, pulling it to my chest.

A carefree smile broke over his lips.
“You remember when I took you for a hike?”

I nodded.

“I led you to a mountain meadow.”

“I remember,” I whispered as my mind drifted towards that memory.

It was warm, the perspiration running down my brow as I climbed the hill. Colt stood waiting, his playful eyes meeting mine.

“Hurry up,”
he called out.

“What’s the rush?” I asked
, knowing he was anxious to show me his surprise. I suddenly stopped and plopped down on a tree stump just to be stubborn. “I’m exhausted.”

He stalked towards me
, and I giggled.

“Seriously, Cheyenne, you can do better than that.”
He rolled his eyes and grasped my hand.

“You’re so pushy,” I laughed.

We paused at the top of the ridge between the trees, and I became still. He’d brought me to a field, where thousands of bright yellow wildflowers with patches of red poppies danced in the breeze. Colt pulled me forward and wrapped his arms around.

“Look, your own personal patch of sunshine.”
He grew silent, more thoughtful. “
I didn’t think I’d ever find anything as close to heaven as this.”
He looked at me, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the flowers.