chapter 3. meeting.

--You see this world is such a

sad place And without your

pretty face Im sure its gonna wind up much worse

Simple enough, Nevershoutnever--

 

i walked into the room and breathed in. hmm... lavender. floar scent. i expected to smell blood. or at least, human blood. shadow hunters had blood that smelled like anything floral. hmm... my mind darted from that to how she looked. her imperfections were perfect to me. her bottom lip was just a little too full, and she had a litte freckle right above her top lip. i thought she was beautiful. i pulled back before i could get too into this... female. i walked to the opposite corner of the room, and crossed my arms. i thought of her and what was it that i was was feeling. i had never had a feeling like this... so, so powerful, i guess you could say. my feelings were usually either calm, fighting, or neither. i wasn't a very emotional person... until now, i guess. i just felt something... awake in me,  i guess.

Thinking these things, i didn't see the girl- Lovelynn- start stirring and moaning. i looked at her, and saw her trying to get up. she fell back against the pillow with an exasperated sigh and resigned to get up anymore. i got up, and walked fluidly to her bed side. i looked down at her, though she didn't seem to notice me.

"hello." i said, not sure of what else to say. she jumped slightly, but replied,

"hello. where am i?" ahh, i thought, cliched question. although to be fair, she honestly didn't know where she was. But, what eclipsed that sarcasm, was the sound of her voice. it was... deep, for a girl, but high still.

"you're in my home, in Manhattan." home put it lightly. our house was more like a house/ training facility/school. we trained, learned, and stayed here; it was our home.

"oh. what happened?" i bit my lip. i couldn't tell her what happened (strictly shadow hunter buisness) but... i didn't want to lie. But, i had to do what was best.

"umm... my sister and I were walking down the street, picking up groceries, and you were lying on the street, gasping. we went over, and all the contents of your pockets were spilled." I shrugged. "we assumed you were mugged." i Hated lying, but i had to in order to protect her. she tried to sit up again, but she was still too weak.

"why... why am i so weak?" she sighed between her sentence, and i felt... weird. i pushed the thought back.

"we think that the mugger might have injected Ketamine in your bloodstream." this seemed liable, so i went with it.

"oh..." she paused, and i waited to hear what she had to say, "i'm glad you rescued me and not the mugger." she smiled, and it was full of trust. it broke my heart.

"yeah, well..." i smiled, pursed my lips to the side, and walked out of the room.