Desmond was snapped out of his paralyzing horror when the girl had stepped in front of him, holding a strange sword. The blade was the color of the  sky, and seemed to glow with the reflection of the moon light. The sight of this blade calmed him, while the fear was still there, it was far and distant. The girl spoke  to Desmond, never even turning to look at him "<span style="font-weight: bold">Desmond, keep moving okay? Go to your house, it's safe there. NOW!</span>" The tone of her voice was commanding, one that would not deal with any argument, and Desmond was not going to give any.<br/><br/>There was a moment of hesitation when the beast landed on the ground near them, a slight tremor given off by this landing. Desmond snapped out of it and began to run back to his house, which was little more than a block away, yet he could hear the girl saying something as he ran. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Oh beast from the bowels of hell's fire, you shall be clensed of your sickness and cured of eternal damnation. By order of the Watcher's Society and the angels above, I order you to repent!!</span>" Watcher's society? Angels? These words echoed in his head as he ran, bringing more confusion than anything.<br/><br/>As his house came in view, Desmond felt relief spread through his body, he was home and everything was going to be fine. Desmond stopped though, as much as he wanted to run inside and slam the door shut and forget this horrible ordeal, something stopped him. It was a small thought that soon grew larger and larger until it could not be ignored<span style="font-style: italic">what if the girl died?</span>He couldn't explain why this though had filled him with such dread, he didn't know this girl, although it seemed she knew him. Still Desmond couldn't just turn tail and run, He couldn't leave her to face that thing by herself. He might not be much help, but he still had to try, something deep within himself told him that was what he must do.<br/><br/>Desmond turned and ran back the way he came, overcoming his fear with this newfound courage that bubbled up inside of him. Soon he saw both the girl and the beast battling it out, though not for long. in a fluid motion that he could not follow, she impaled him through the chest and slit his throat. The creature was dead, but the girl fell into a rage, repeatedly stabbing the blade into it's chest, coating its bright blue with the pitch black blood that spurted out of the creature's corpse. He could only stand there and stare as she stopped stabbing the corpse, breathing heavily as she sheathed her blade.<br/><br/>Desmond just stood there and watched, concealed by the shadows, as she drew blood from her thumb and dripped it onto the corpse, saying something he couldn't hear. Then the body of the creature glowed a bright white, before turning into a fog and dissapating in the wind. Desmond knew that he should go back to the house before she came. This girl would be upset if she found that he had blatantly disobeyed her orders. So Desmond made his way back to the house as the girl took a moment to watch the sky, just sitting down on the front porch as she came into view.<br/><br/>Despite what Desmond had just witnessed, he was eerily calm. He leveled his dark blue eyes at the girl, the steady stare an enigma as a thousand questions raced through his mind. During the commotion, Desmond never really got a good look at the girl, and was almost surprised to see that she was breathtaking. She had long brown hair and fair skin, a toned, athletic build, and piercing white iris' that seemed to stare into his very soul. Finally, after a moment of silence, Desmond took a deep breath before asking "So, mind filling me in?" The question itself was casual, but the way he asked it made it seem like the most important question he had ever asked, because to Desmond, it was.