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[color=#CD5C5C][sup][b]Surgeon | Elder Vampire | Covenless[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup]
[color=#CD5C5C][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day – Late Afternoon[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Washington Park - Founder's Day[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Lionhearted][@Hero][@Dutchess Sarah][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

[color=#CD5C5C][i]”Oh Desmond, what pile of shit did you get yourself into this time?’[/i][/color]

Today was supposed to be just another ordinary day, one that removed him from the droll monotony of the hospital, despite the peaks of cases where an admittance was battered and bloody. Although, one couldn’t have predicted to walk into a den of wolves, werewolves no less. And the incessant cryptic messages provided by the disappearing priest. Centuries of living without the exposure to mythical beast had served him well. It only made sense that Desmond would have to be exposed to it eventually, what better way to do it than head first? His mind and eyes were fixated on the blood trickling down the girl’s calf like streaks of lighting across a tormented sky. The thumping sound of veins and arteries working in tandem; betwixt trying to clot the blood and the rest of it trying to escape, Desmond couldn’t help but fight all primal instincts urging him to release his fangs and darken his eyes. 

While he was fixated on the girl, he also could feel the tension biting the air between him and this venerable beauty in front of him. Her presence also commanded respect, but there was something loosening her grip on the fight, she was [color=#CD5C5C][i]weakened[/i][/color]. The sudden shift in posture alerted the elder vampire and shifted his focus back to the sultry matriarch. The idea of their private battle taking place in front of others gave way to a rise in Desmond. It was the subtle nuances the two had shared in these opening moments that electrified the air, whether the others felt the war of attrition between the two was unbeknownst to him, but he wanted them to indulge as well. The intimacy they shared so quickly proved deadly, there was something she was hiding or rather she was that [color=#CD5C5C][i]something[/i][/color]. Desmond’s gaze drew from the bottom of her neck and slowly climbed to her sharp jaw line that led to her supple lips, her strong cheek bones that connected to her slender nose, and finally to those eyes…those tantalizing eyes that carried more secrets than one. 

Her eyes were like a vacuum sucking him in, he tried to match her gaze with his own challenge whilst sketching her face in his mind. While he traced and etched her into his memory, his curiosity peaked as the woman spoke, eventually capturing his attention. Her deflection of the situation left him with a coy smile hidden with malicious intent, she was wise and almost saw through his guise of saintly citizen. [color=#CD5C5C]“Well it seems you have your hands full with having your butler carry the girl. You can barely walk yourself, why don’t I help you to the paramedics and their ambulance? I’ll take the ride with you to the hospital and get you checked out um… Ms., sorry I don’t think I got your name”[/color] he pushed a little more, chipping at the situation to see how much he could reveal. It was obvious a woman of her status wasn’t single, but that didn’t stop Desmond. [color=#CD5C5C]“In case you have your doubts here’s my ID card for the hospital.”[/color] Pulling out his wallet, adjacent to his driver’s license was his badge which housed the name of the hospital including its logo of a shield with a light house within it. A picture of him, that seemed to current to be him from 10 years ago, stood next to his title [color=#CD5C5C][i]Head Trauma Surgeon[/i][/color], with his name underneath it. 

But with the ushering of his wallet his gaze was caught on something else, the reflection of the setting sun on her brandished pistol. Desmond almost let out a scoff between his teeth, but held his reservations. He almost wanted her to use the gun just so he could really let the fear sink into the crowd, the wolves weren’t as dangerous as the nearly 300 year old vampire in sheep’s clothing. Just before he could challenge the queen bee, another one of her dotting litter appeared like a festering wound. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as his patience was wearing thin, he looked to see his new addition to the audience before him. Another young female with dark features that almost matched Ambrosia’s, but not quite as intense. She was quite the opposite actually, she seemed rather endearing and quaint as opposed to the posh rich blonde who stood next to him. [color=#CD5C5C]“Well three’s a crowd is it not? I think you mean ladies and [i]gentlemen[/i]”[/color] Desmond, almost too swiftly, closed his wallet and stretched out an open hand to the soon to be courted woman. [color=#CD5C5C]“And to what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you? I’m Cain a local surgeon who by happenstance came across this wounded girl. I’m just here to help you lovely ladies.”[/color]

Before he could continue or return to his ongoing bout with Ambrosia, the feisty young blonde teen interjected with her own poison. Desmond diverted his attention to the opulent girl, [color=#CD5C5C]“I suppose you’re right, but what kind of surgeon would I be if I didn’t focus on the initial victim? Being hauled off by some savvy women no less. Plus, I wouldn’t be much use if I went back into the fray and was torn apart by one of these savage beasts I’ve never seen before. I’m sure once I see to this young ladies safety, I’ll be able to join the front lines once again and help any others who are injured”[/color] Desmond took a step towards Aimee, invading her personal space, [color=#CD5C5C]“Are you [i]hurt[/i] by any chance?”[/color]