She Was Brave (9th Part)

Devyn felt it then, stirring and calling him with such violent force he nearly killed the woman her was feeding on. More than that he felt pain. Bitter, heart-wrenching pain. The pull was so strong he was able to latch onto the direction. Without regard for his prey he dropped the woman and shot himself up towards the night sky. His need right then was to find the source of this, thing.

He kept his focus on the strange pulling. It was necessary at that moment to be at the center of the call. It was a need. Devyn had to be there and to end this search. He would be much happier once his search had ended and he could get on with his life.

Stopping in mid sky, Devyn had found the center of the call. He was at a hospital. Rather out of place in this small town, he thought. It was an easy eight story building that was nearly as wide as it was high. He circled it a few times before he landed at the back of the building. Having fed well, he was able to cloak himself from prying eyes and walked straight on into the ER.

Devyn nearly uncloaked and gave away his position when he was assaulted the strong smell of fresh blood and fear. Ah, he had thrived on fear for so long. Mixed with blood, it was an addicting drug. It took a moment to remind himself just why he was there…and it wasn’t to torment already broken humans. And so he slipped into the elevator as it was closing. If it mean he was going to have to do a floor by floor search then that’s exactly what he would do.

The elevator opened to the second floor. Lazily, Devyn strode through the halls until he got to the south hall. The pull was so powerful but, it wasn’t on this floor. He was certain and that could only mean that it, whatever it was, was on the next level right about him. Not bothering with the elevators, he made his way to the stares with supernatural speed.

Once on the floor Devyn had to work hard to stay cloaked. His chest was heavy with sorrow and his limbs felt leaden. His mind was on over drive trying to figure out if this was some type of trap. If so, it was damn good.

Halfway down the hall he came upon the source of his torments. Devyn sucked in his breath. His torment lay over a very battered and still child, sobbing. He was compelled to go closer.
She was tall for a woman and yet not as tall as him. Her hair was a beautiful shade of gold.
Peculiar how it was blonde and red at the same time but richly deep and silky. Devyn could help but watch as the two long braids she had it in kept falling forward and then being propelled back hitting her firm bottom. He could see muscle definition under her soft curves. He was drinking her in. She had freckles like sand on her shoulders that gave her some type of exotic quality he couldn’t describe. And she kept wiping tears from her face.

Her face, he wasn’t able to get a good look at it from his vantage point. Devyn found that he had to look at it. Though he was sure it was angelic as she was an angel sent to tempt him.

There was no taint of a wizard or lycanthrop and she wasn’t a vampire but, he felt a power flowing from her every pore. Somehow he had to speak to meet her, speak to her. Touch her. And now, Devyn had a scent and a face…he could bide his time. That is if the sorrow he felt didn’t tear him in two before then.