Torrential Love

Chapter Two

~DUNCAN~

A shipwreck!

Energy coursed through his body as he took in the horrible sight of the wreckage of twisted wood, with random heavy objects strewn all over the sandy shore. He forced his body away from the scope and raced down the stairs, throwing the door open when he reached the bottom. He flew towards the shore; the sand skipping up into the air behind him.

He could hear it. It was soft, but he could hear thoughts. He couldn't tell if it was a woman or a man since people did not think in their voices, only in words. And more often than not, he had to get used to a person before he could learn the unique voice they thought in. But everyone on this shipwreck was a stranger to him, that much he knew.

But there was a survivor, only one.

He could hear this person's thoughts clearly. They were drifting in and out of consciousness, and thinking of pain, pain, pain. He needed to find this person somehow, and get them the help they desperately needed. He did not know about the extent of their injuries, and the quicker he found this person, the better.

He ran through the wreckage. It was surely a sight to behold. He had never seen a ship in that state of destruction before in his life, and he had seen his fair share of shipwrecks in the time he was working as a lighthouse keeper. As he made his way through the mess, he saw people.

There was a man whose stomach had been pierced through by the mast of the ship. His mouth was gaping open in a frozen scream, and his entrails fell around his sides. It looked so gruesome that Duncan wanted to close his eyes. He did not need to check if the survivor was this person, it obviously wasn't.

He continued to make his way through the wreckage. He could see more bodies, but as he stopped over every one and placed his fingers on their neck, he could not feel a pulse. Where was this survivor?

Ow...

The thoughts were vivid in his mind, and he wondered if he would be too late. He got onto the ship and looked inside. It still had somewhat of a form, but most of it had been crushed. He stepped in slightly, and the thoughts grew louder.

Ouch!

He took hold of the door and pried it from its hinges, throwing it to the side. He focused hard on the thoughts and went inside the misshapen room, and that was when he saw the body.

It was a female... He rushed to her side and lifted her up in his arms, shaking her body slightly. Her lips parted, and she struggled in his arms, her chest unmoving. He placed her on the ground again and placed two hands on her chest, and tried to resuscitate her.

Nothing happened.

He bent down to her level and brought his mouth to hers. He breathed air into her mouth and went back to trying to pump her chest again. In the next moment, a shower of water spurted from her mouth. Gladness spread through him as he watched her regurgitate the water. But her eyes remained closed.

He picked her up in his arms. He had to bring her to safety somehow. She was alive and well, and he would make sure he nursed her back to health. A sudden wave of protectiveness hit him and he promised himself that he would take good care of her.

Carrying her, he left the wreckage and walked across the sand, back towards the direction of his place. When he reached, he kicked his door open. His place was small but good enough.

There was a bed right next to the window on the facing side of the room where the door stood. In the middle was the common area, where the dining table stood. To the left was his kitchen and to the right was the bathroom. He only had one bed, but he resolved to sleep on the floor while this frail woman recovered.

Walking past the table, he placed the woman on the bed gently. Her clothes were still wet and water spots bloomed on the bed. He wanted to change her clothes, but the thought of undressing a woman without receiving her consent first did not sit well with him.

But Lucy popped up in his mind. She was a close friend of his, another immortal, a vampire. She understood him well, and they spent countless years together. But she was also a female, and he knew she could help this woman somehow. He would have to find her somehow.

He stood over the woman he had just saved. She had dark hair that seemed to have a curl that would show itself even when the hair was dry, and not only when it was wet. Her nose had a strong bridge, and her lips were thin, but full-bodied. Her body was shapely but he couldn't help but notice that her breasts were larger than what was usual for most women. It gave her a feminine aura, and he wanted to see her eyes open and looking into his.

Ah, that reminded him. He had to find Lucy as soon as possible. The woman could catch a cold in her current state. He walked over to his telephone and picked it up to dial her number. As he pressed the buttons, he heard a soft voice speaking. He looked at the woman again.

She was stirring.