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Peter was still grinning after his run-in with an extremely hyper Thomas earlier that morning. Thomas had practically jumped all over him, saying things about a job and babies and love and life and it made Peter happy to his his best friend so...effervescent. Just like Thomas was supposed to be. Just like the Thomas he remembered from 14 years ago, though the things Thomas bounced around about then were not so much husbands and babies as God and the Bible. Ah, but life did go on.
As Peter was grinning like a fool and concentrating on the happy as he walked towards his hospital, he was rather taken aback when Naja charged forward out of nowhere and grabbed his arm roughly. Perhaps he should have felt her presence, but he was outside a hospital that was full of demons and angels and the aura of it tended to block out anything else in the vicinity. "Guh!" He yelped, sounding rather less able to deal with the situation than he actually was.
"You." Naja breathed, and then she started to drag Peter into a narrow corridor between the buildings.
"You don't have to pull, I'll come with you!" Peter protested, but Naja continued to pull and Peter just let her. Best not to upset the crazy vampire, after all. He would just act like a ragdoll and let her do what she would. Once they were in the corridor, Peter glanced up and around him. Well, there was no getting out of this, was there?
Naja pushed Peter up against the wall and she breathed out slowly. She had seen him in the park about a week ago. He had given her an apple and acted like he knew her even though she'd never seen him before in her life. And since then, she'd been dreaming of him. He was important. "Help me."
Peter gave her a wary look and then he nodded. Helping her was precisely what Peter had been wanting to do for the entire year he'd been having visions of Naja's plight. So he certainly wasn't going to argue with her. "Wh...what can I do?" Peter asked, his voice soft.
"Voice gone." Naja frowned and then her hands tightened on Peter's arms, making her grip rather painful.
"I see..." Peter knew exactly what Naja meant by those two words, though most people would have been left stumped and probably panicking at that point. Her grip hurt, but Peter was Peter, and he dealt with it. "Does it make you sad?"
Naja looked down at her ratty shoes in dismay, and she didn't exactly nod. Peter still took that as an affirmative. Now he just had to think how he could get her in to the hospital without her getting upset. He had seen what she'd done when her family had tried to have her hospitalised. He had seen everything. He knew Naja was a mentally disturbed girl, and she had been before she was a demon. She'd been put in a mental hospital and it was there that the demonic spirit had joined with hers. She'd broken out of the hospital then, with her new demonic strength. And Peter had been dreaming of her...of all the things she'd done...since.
"Can you tell me how it happened?" Peter tried first, his voice as soothing as he could make it while shoved up against a wall by a vampire. "How did the voice leave."
Naja made a sound of extreme distress and she gave Peter a mighty shake, cracking his head back against the wall behind him.
"Ow!" Peter had had quite enough of that, and he reached forward to pry the vampire off of him. He was far stronger than he looked and he had no trouble with that, as Naja was a demon no longer. Peter was careful not to hurt her as he did so, even though she struggled. "Stop! Naja, stop!"
And Naja did, the second she heard this man call her by her name. She had never told it to him. She had seen him all of twice in the waking world. But he knew her name. He must be special. "How..."
"I have secrets too, Naja." Peter said with gravity, holding on to her wrists so she didn't try to claw his eyes out. He liked his eyes, and as he was no longer immune to losing them, it made him all the more wary of her long fingernails. "And I'll explain everything to you if you care to know. I can tell you and you can tell me. We'll figure everything out. Would you like something to eat, Naja? I can get you something to eat."
Naja looked up at Peter with hungry eyes. "Eat?"
"That's right. You can have as much food as you want. It's inside this building." Peter pointed to the hospital his back was resting against. "I own this building. No harm will come to you inside it."
She had no reason to trust him. But he had known her name without her ever saying. And he had given her an apple. So Naja nodded and she followed him. If he tried to hurt her, she could always kill him and drink his blood anyway. That was as good a back up plan as any.
As Peter was grinning like a fool and concentrating on the happy as he walked towards his hospital, he was rather taken aback when Naja charged forward out of nowhere and grabbed his arm roughly. Perhaps he should have felt her presence, but he was outside a hospital that was full of demons and angels and the aura of it tended to block out anything else in the vicinity. "Guh!" He yelped, sounding rather less able to deal with the situation than he actually was.
"You." Naja breathed, and then she started to drag Peter into a narrow corridor between the buildings.
"You don't have to pull, I'll come with you!" Peter protested, but Naja continued to pull and Peter just let her. Best not to upset the crazy vampire, after all. He would just act like a ragdoll and let her do what she would. Once they were in the corridor, Peter glanced up and around him. Well, there was no getting out of this, was there?
Naja pushed Peter up against the wall and she breathed out slowly. She had seen him in the park about a week ago. He had given her an apple and acted like he knew her even though she'd never seen him before in her life. And since then, she'd been dreaming of him. He was important. "Help me."
Peter gave her a wary look and then he nodded. Helping her was precisely what Peter had been wanting to do for the entire year he'd been having visions of Naja's plight. So he certainly wasn't going to argue with her. "Wh...what can I do?" Peter asked, his voice soft.
"Voice gone." Naja frowned and then her hands tightened on Peter's arms, making her grip rather painful.
"I see..." Peter knew exactly what Naja meant by those two words, though most people would have been left stumped and probably panicking at that point. Her grip hurt, but Peter was Peter, and he dealt with it. "Does it make you sad?"
Naja looked down at her ratty shoes in dismay, and she didn't exactly nod. Peter still took that as an affirmative. Now he just had to think how he could get her in to the hospital without her getting upset. He had seen what she'd done when her family had tried to have her hospitalised. He had seen everything. He knew Naja was a mentally disturbed girl, and she had been before she was a demon. She'd been put in a mental hospital and it was there that the demonic spirit had joined with hers. She'd broken out of the hospital then, with her new demonic strength. And Peter had been dreaming of her...of all the things she'd done...since.
"Can you tell me how it happened?" Peter tried first, his voice as soothing as he could make it while shoved up against a wall by a vampire. "How did the voice leave."
Naja made a sound of extreme distress and she gave Peter a mighty shake, cracking his head back against the wall behind him.
"Ow!" Peter had had quite enough of that, and he reached forward to pry the vampire off of him. He was far stronger than he looked and he had no trouble with that, as Naja was a demon no longer. Peter was careful not to hurt her as he did so, even though she struggled. "Stop! Naja, stop!"
And Naja did, the second she heard this man call her by her name. She had never told it to him. She had seen him all of twice in the waking world. But he knew her name. He must be special. "How..."
"I have secrets too, Naja." Peter said with gravity, holding on to her wrists so she didn't try to claw his eyes out. He liked his eyes, and as he was no longer immune to losing them, it made him all the more wary of her long fingernails. "And I'll explain everything to you if you care to know. I can tell you and you can tell me. We'll figure everything out. Would you like something to eat, Naja? I can get you something to eat."
Naja looked up at Peter with hungry eyes. "Eat?"
"That's right. You can have as much food as you want. It's inside this building." Peter pointed to the hospital his back was resting against. "I own this building. No harm will come to you inside it."
She had no reason to trust him. But he had known her name without her ever saying. And he had given her an apple. So Naja nodded and she followed him. If he tried to hurt her, she could always kill him and drink his blood anyway. That was as good a back up plan as any.
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