"No, we could not have. The only thing I could do was to put her out of her misery so she did not suffer a slow death. You would do well to remember this lesson if you are to remain a vampire hunter. You save lives by killing them... you are not a protector of people. You are not a savior, or a messiah. You are a killer, and in only that way can you save a life. " With a flick of his wrist he tossed Desmond to the side of the road as he started walking. "If you level those blades at me again, be prepared to die or to kill me."
The night air was cool upon his features and Desmond paused a little as he looked down at the bouquet of roses that were as pure as the first white snow. He wondered if they might not be too much. As he walked along he noticed several girls smiling as they eyed the bouquet and then looking at him. He was uncertain if it was that they were wondering why anyone were carrying such a thing, or perhaps they thought that it was cute. A pair of girls he walked past waited for about two minutes after he had left them before they errupted into a fit of giggles and what appeared to be incomprehensible squealing, though they seemed to know what the other one was saying. It was enough that for a moment Desmond wondered if they weren't actually aliens of some form, though they smelled very human when he had passed them.
Looking down at the roses, he inhaled lightly and smelled them without moving them towards his nose. They smelled wonderful, but he wondered if he shouldn't have waited until it was daylight outside so he could more closely approximate how they would smell to Raina. He wondered if she would like them. Red roses were supposed to symbolize love... the passion of it. But to Desmond, passion was the easy part of love... the tough part of it was the white part, the part that was something innocent and fragile, like a friendship. That was the part of the relationship he wanted to ensure he had with Raina... and from that, a field of red roses would easily blossom. But to explain that to her... would be perhaps more difficult than he was giving it credit for.
Desmond paused then, as something passed beneath a street lamp a block away. There was a flash of golden hair there, but something about it caught his eye, the way that the bright lamplight reflected off of it, causing it to shimmer slightly in the dim light. As Desmond's eyes went upward to look at it, he felt his breath catch in his throat. For a moment, just a moment he caught the glimpse of a smile, her smile, a smile that he would have recognized anywhere. And then she turned, her golden hair waving slightly as she seemed to melt easily into people outside of the halo of the street lamp. For a moment Desmond was stunned beyond movement, beyond anything except the dull thudding of his heart in his chest.
But then he moved. At first he tried to push his way this way and that past the people who were walking the opposite way that he was, somewhat concerned about making a scene, but then he just started to move, pushing past them, bumping them out of the way. He heard several of them swearing at him, but he didn't care, his eyes catching a flicker of gold as it went around a corner. He pushed several more people out of the way as he rounded the corner, growling that it took him a few minutes later in order to finally get there, longing to just plow through the crowd will all of his strength, but fearing that he would hurt someone. She wouldn't have wanted that...
Not seeing her, he blinked as he did not see her, only more people. But then another movement caught his eye around the corner of another block, and Desmond muttered swear words that had long since been lost to the hands of time as he pushed through more people, finally starting to walk on the side of the street, risking the noisy cars hitting him for the ability to make up the time that he was losing trying to get through people to get to her. As he rounded the next corner he saw her standing there from behind, golden hair draped around as simply as if he were seeing it again for the first time. He ran towards her, not caring about getting attention at this point, but still not moving at a supernatural pace for fear of what it might cause amongst the crowd.