"Magdelena..." he whispered as he touched her shoulder, blinking as a completely different face was there when she turned around.
"What the fuck is your problem, asshole?" the girl growled as she put her hands to her hips.
"I... mistook you for someone else... My apologies." Desmond murmered softly as he bowed his head.
"Well, hold on there fella... you don't have to leave so quickly..." The woman said as touched his chest, her attraction to him palpable. It was not something that he was unused to, but in this moment it felt awkward, and he could feel his chest burning beneath her fingertips, but he knew that it would be anyway without her touch there. It just made that contact all the more unpleasant, however, and Desmond lightly took her wrist to pull her fingertips from him, watching as she pouted and took a step forward as he took another step back, and then turned. "You don't know what you're missing, sweetie!" She called after him as he steadily moved away, taking a turn that he didn't care about taking, just wanting to get away from the situation.
What could he have been thinking? He had not smelled her, he had not really even been sure that he had seen her. But there was something about it, something about that smile, the way that the light had hit it, that he had been sure that it was her, even though he knew such things were actually impossible. If he had really come to confront her he would have thought it a trick. And yet, there was something small inside of him, some tiny little piece of him that wanted to believe it, like some waking dream that he could just walk fast enough to catch up to her, to not be left behind by her again.
He wanted to cry.
After a few long moments of walking he breathed in and out, and realized he was nowhere near campus as he had been intending to head towards. Sighing a little, Desmond looked around a little as he started to walk in the direction he expected campus to be, noting how much harder it was to get his bearings in a city in modern times. There weren't even any stars with which to navigate by, and to listen for sounds on the wind was all but impossible with the constant rumbling of the cars, even when they weren't close by they filled up the night from their grumbling on other streets far away from him. Desmond frowned a little as he paused at the opening of an alleyway, looking around.
The smell of something caused Desmond to pause, and turn towards the alleyway as he saw a figure rushing out of it, a gleaming bit of metal in his hands as he was roughly polishing it with what looked like a dirty rag of some kind. It was not the sight itself that caused him to pause, but the smell. As the man tried to rush past him, his hand snapped up with a brutal speed as he dragged the man kicking and screaming by the throat into the alleyway and slammed him up against the wall, his pale blue eyes widening in the dim light like that of a predator as he growled enough to display his fangs, watching as the blood drained from the man's face as he saw the creature in front of him in all of it's fury.
"Why do you smell like her blood?" Desmond growled about an octave lower than he normally spoke, sounding more like a demon than a man as he felt the man trembling in front of him.
"Look Mac, I'm just trying to get home. I live right there across the street and..."
"You're lying... tell me the truth." Desmond growled as he leaned in, using the full power of his mesmerism upon the man, watching as the man paused, uncertain of what was going on and then suddenly his face fell into the same trance that they always did, looking as if he were staring through Desmond himself as he paused a minute and tried to figure out how best to comply with what was asked.
"I live at 116 S Main, Apartment 66" The man started but was quickly cut off by Desmond.
"WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE HER BLOOD?" Desmond roared.
"I... I stabbed her in an alleyway two blocks that way." The man said, pointing.