As Beth shut the door, and sat down, a hand would come and place itself on the door to keep it shut as a figure emerged from the shadows. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, and a lopsided smile that seemed... broken, somehow. The smile on his face grew a little as he noticed her eyes focusing on him, seeming to increase with his proximity towards her as he slowly took a step forward, always keeping himself between her and the door. The stranger reached a hand behind his back slowly as he took a step closer towards her.
"I'm glad you didn't go in, Beth. I was worried, before, when you turned around... that it would mean that you were just going to hurry inside, and then we wouldn't have a chance to talk." Seeing that she was a bit nervous he closed the distance between them quickly, and grabbed her forearm. "Don't scream... I just want to talk, I'm not going to hurt you unless you scream, Beth..." he reassured her in the most unnerving way.
Something in the distance moved. It looked like a leaf fluttering in the wind, or some type of bird, and yet it was too big to be such a thing. It landed on the sidewalk a hundred yards from them with an audible crack, a black, curled thing, unmoving for a heartbeat, just long enough for Beth to feel the fingertips on her forearm start to loosen as the stranger paused a little and went "What the fu-"
He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. The thing on the ground began to move, but not in the way that humans did. Instead it seemed to stretch, growing and twisting like some sort of snake uncoiling as the way it moved went too fast for her eye to fully process as it came towards her, then passed causing a gust of wind to blow her hair back, and the hand to leave her arm.
A few feet from her, she would see a figure in all black holding up the stranger against the wall by the throat, watching as he flailed. She wouldn't be able to see his face, but the black duster alone might have tipped her off to who it was. Desmond felt a growl in his throat rising as he watched the other man flail, and he looked over to Beth to make sure she wasn't hurt.
No sooner had he looked, however, than the stranger took his hand that had been behind him and pulled out a gleaming knife, quickly slashing up the left side of Desmond's face with it. Desmond growled in pain as reflexes caused him to drop the man as he cupped the side of his face and fell to one knee.
"I didn't think you were a freak lover, Beth. But it looks like your little freak boyfriend is-"
Desmond 'moved' again, and suddenly the man's hand was pinned against the wall as the Dhampir regained his composure. The man's hand began to tremble as the black leather of the gloved hand around it began to pop as it squeezed like an anaconda around the man's wrist, threatening to break it. The black glove covering the side of Desmond's face that was facing Beth, he leaned in close to the man, staring into his eyes with his one remaining blue eye.
"Stop..." Desmond demanded.
Beth would see a change come over the stranger's face as Desmond's power latched onto him. "You will forget that you ever knew her. If you ever see her again, you will forget what you are doing, and walk five miles in the opposite direction of her. Do you understand?" Each word came as a gutteral growl that hardly sounded like the soft spoken Dhampir that Beth had talked to in the park. It took every ounce of his willpower not to give into the desire he felt to just shatter the man's forarm and be done with it.
"Yes... I understand." the stranger said numbly.
"Run away, and never come back to this campus again." Desmond growled, and as he let the man go, he scrambled off as if the devil himself were chasing him, though it wasn't a look of fear so much as confusion upon his features as he ran away.