<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Zoey_Bradshaw_01.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Trajan Pro;"><strong>ZOEY BRADSHAW</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Trajan Pro;"><strong>whitelighter</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Trajan Pro;"><strong>the alley behind p3</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Trajan Pro;"><strong>» caleb » wyatt</strong></span></span></div><br/>She craddled the battered and bruised boy in her arms protectively but her eyes were focused on Wyatt. An unreadable expression on her face after witnessing her charge take care of this upper level demon with apparent effortless ease.<br/><br/><strong>"No, not dead."</strong>came a barely coherent whipser from the boy in her arms. She turned her gaze towards hims, her face softening and glowing with compassion.<br/><br/>"No, your not dead. Your very much alive." she answered him, mistaking the meaning of his words "Can you tell me your name?" she asked.<br/><br/>She turned to look up to Wyatt. "Yes we need to talk Wyatt, this wasn't how I had planned to make myself known to you, Chris and Melinda but there you have it. We really should find a place for this boy to rest he has been through a lot, physically and emotionally. Do you have some where we can take him?"