The wind would blow silent for a long moment as Desmond watched over her, a silent gargoyle in the night, a guardian. His pale blue eyes focused on her, unblinking, watching each step that she took, his muscles tensed like a cats, flexed and ready to explode with force the moment that whatever it was that had caused her heart to start pounding showed it's face from the shadows. He was ready to move on it, to decimate it. The blood in him made that stronger as well... the desire to protect, to destroy... no, not destroy, to stop anything that might hurt her. But it wanted to destroy it, that was it's nature. As Balthazar had once told him, the blood of a killer ran through his veins, for no vampire walked this earth that did not kill, thus by birthright he would have to face his murderous nature each night that he was awake.
Desmond could not hear the thoughts in her mind, such things were a gift only vampires possessed, and select ones at that. Those that were powerful in such a gift though were to be feared. Many a vampire hunter had met his demise after falling prey to one of their illusions and losing themselves in it forever. Desmond himself had laid a few to their eternal rest. It was not something he liked to think about, and even the brief thought that flowed through is mind now brought on an involuntary shudder to his body as it made his skin crawl slightly.
But whatever sound she heard was now gone. Desmond could hear several footsteps around her, but it was just people passing from here or there, trying to get back to their dorms. It was hard, sometimes, to focus on singular sounds when there were such sounds everywhere. Especially in these modern times. There was a day when people went to bed at the deepest strokes of night. These days, there was never a time when there was not someone up. The campus partiers would stay up until the painfully late hours of the night, and by the time they went to bed, the early morning joggers would be out running their laps to keep their muscled bodies in shape. It seemed astounding to him that there were just so very many people in the world.
But none of them, it seemed, were following Beth. In fact, the only one following Beth was Desmond himself. He felt a pang of guilt at that, but he kept following her anyway, moving with her, always in the shadows, keeping from the beams of light that reflected near him. Even if she had been staring right at him all she would have seen was the silloutte of the rooftop seem to stretch a little.
Desmond couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he saw her coming up to her dorm room. Certainly there, amongst the people that she was supposed to be with, she would be safe, or at least feel safer. And, as there didn't seem to be anyone following her, that meant that it had just been the blood speaking to him, making him paranoid, overprotective. It was not the first time it had happened, and Desmond breathed out another quiet sigh of relief before he saw her pause, and start to turn towards where he was. By the time she looked back though, Desmond was not there, and there was not a trace of him having ever been there. All she would see was the same skyline that would feel familiar and make her feel foolish.
Meanwhile, Desmond sat on a nearby rooftop, his head in his hands. It was something he had not considered, but what if she were one of the special ones? There were, of course, select humans that could almost seem to sense... danger, sense vampire kind. What if Beth was one of those? What if the thing that had been causing her heart to beat in the night like that had been him all along? He felt despair claw at his chest. Why was he following her? Why was it so important to him to protect her? She was not Magdelena, she was an innocent girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile like hers when he looked at it in the right light. Was it the past that was drawing him to her, or keeping him from her?