Okay people, this is my first submission so please be gentle but firm ; ) There is no sex in this chapter so if you're after instant gratification, keep looking.
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Seere sat under the moonlight looking out over the ocean. He never got tired of it. The way it moved, the way it swayed in perfect harmony with the surrounding elements. He always felt everything he needed to know about the world could be traced to its sapphire body. If only he could bring himself to touch it, maybe he'd understand what he was. And why he was left here.
Standing he grazed the surface of the ocean with well-trained eyes. Waiting for a signal was like waiting for death. The foreboding was always the hardest part. With an angry glare at the moon he paced the waters edge. It was getting early. A couple more hours and he wouldn't be able to complete the job for another week. His target was too well guarded. When a red light reflected through the ocean he smiled. Barely a flash, but it was all he needed.
He closed his eyes and focused his senses, extending through the air around him. What he got back was images, smells, voices. There was a party at the beach house down the bank, a poker game at the bar 2 miles south, and his target in an overpriced vehicle with a woman who, by scent alone, wouldn't have a clue who either of them was in the morning. Perfect.
About to draw back a force pulled his mind. Angrily he pushed towards the invader. There was always some amateur with mind powers trying to poke around in his business. But not this time. He flinched. It was an image and images couldn't be traced. He tried to pull away but the sender held him grounded. The girl in the picture was lying unconscious under the pier. The one only meters away from where he stood. Using his power he tried to push the image away only to be rewarded with the taste of blood and dirt, and the sound of labored breathing. He pushed harder and fell back from his mind.
Seere's eyes snapped open on their own accord betraying nothing of his experience beyond a slight glow. He didn't know what to do. There hadn't been a call to help someone in a long time. Turning towards the pier he let her heartbeat fill his senses. The pain was unbearable. Inside he could hear a voice screaming
help her
! While he struggled against the onslaught, his body took a instinctual step towards.
"No" he growled stepping back. He'd been down that road before. Death paid better than life ever would.
He started walking up the beach his ears still attuned to the figure under the pier. Drawn to the slow unsteady rhythm of her heartbeat which was only getting slower with every step. He cursed himself for caring. Compassion was just an emotion and like all emotions, controlled by the mind. And no one had control over the mind like he did. She whimpered.
"Oh for fucks sake" he muttered and ran towards the pier.
Seere drew her body towards him and peeled the long brown hair away from her face. Her lips had turned blue in the cold and her eyelids were sealed shut; but it was her legs that concerned him. The skin was shredded and her left leg lay badly broken against the rocks. Her clothes, or what was left of them were crusted in dirt and salt, and he could feel several broken ribs under the shirt.
"Come on beautiful, let me see those eyes" he whispered swiping at the dirt.
Her heart stopped. Cursing again, he tore off the remains of her shirt and placed his hands across her chest. Heat flowed through him and into her body causing the damaged organs to pulse under his touch. Too many. He was going to be sore in the morning. Reaching for the knife on his belt he cut; once across her chest, and once across his hand. With one last glance towards the ocean he shot a glare at the rising sun.
So much for getting paid
