Klaus Pov
I tilted my head up, trying to capture the essence of that little frail blonde. Finally locating her signature scent, I traced her comet tail for about a mile when I heard the familiar padding of bare feet running near by. Before I had time to pinpoint exactly where a knife was posed for the kill at my throat. "I need your wallet for just a sec," An angelic voice said from behind me. " How about you move on your way and find someone else's throat to slash on this fine night, Hm?" I replied calmly, pulled her knife away and to the ground then turned around to meet the large silver eyes of my mugger. Her face was framed by streaks of blonde hair and her lips were a beautiful plumb color. She was wearing a large trench coat that hung slightly past her knees and underneath that was a short grey and black dress that was ripped to shreds at about her thighs. Black gladiator sandals clothed her petite feet.
As I raked my eyes over her frame she trembled then coughed violently into a handkerchief. She dropped to her hands and knees. The sickly sweet aroma of blood flitted to my nostrils. She had coughed up blood…from her lungs. It was obvious this small, fragile girl was ailing and needs medical attention. She looked up at me with dull grey eyes that were much different from her previous fierce, silver ones.
With a sudden surge of protectiveness and worry, my hand clasped around her back and her knees. I hauled her up bridal style and blurred away with her held firmly to my chest. I ran and ran until I reached a house I never thought I'd be coming to for help.