Davy Harwood Series 1: Davy Hardwood
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Tijan
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PROLOGUE
I wasnāt supernaturally inclined to know when vampires were around, but I knew anyway. I was empathic and that meant that I could feel what others felt, I felt what was going on around me. And right now, as I was on top of the Heffler where I volunteered for a crisis hotline, I knew there were eight nearby. Iād been the unfortunate one to answer the call and now I stood there, teetering on the edge with a ājumperā before me. I was keenly aware of the two vamps behind me and the six on the ground. Vampires didnāt usually care about death. I had no idea why they were there, but it didnāt matter at that moment.
āOkayā¦okay.ā I took a deep breath and tried to inch forward.
The jumper was a frail looking girl with inflamed cheeks. Her red curls whisked around her from the wind, which didnāt help our situation at all. She turned, saw me, and her eyes widened. She was the deer in my headlights, but I hoped that I wasnāt the oncoming car to push her over the edge.
āHiāhelloāhow are you? NoāI meanā¦ā I should have stopped then, but I was the only one from the hotline there. Iād been the last to leave and because of that, I was the only one that heard the phone, answered the phone, and figured out where the girl had called from.
I took another breath, and then said more calmly, āMy nameās Davina, but you can call me Davyāif you want.ā A part of me waited for the normal āStay away from me or Iāll jump!ā, but it didnāt come.
She didnāt say a thing. I saw the tears and thatās what made me pause. Sheād been hysterical on the phone. Iād heard the words āa guyā, ākill myselfā, and ālove.ā My mind leapt to the natural clichĆ©d conclusion. I thought she was going to kill herself over a guy and a part of me felt a little contempt for her. I know, I know ā sheās suicidal. I should be sympathetic, butā¦ reallyāa guy?!
That had been my first reaction, but now I thought differently. This girl wasnāt the suicidal virgin with a love gone reality. I looked into her hazel eyes and saw true agony in this girl. It was real and it blew my breath away for a moment. That was saying a lot.
āOkay.ā I needed to settle myself. I needed to plant both feet on the ground and I neededāI looked at her again. The pain was crippling. I could feel it. There was a sense of contentment and resolve in her too. This girl was done. What she was done with, I had no idea, but I felt it. Sheād fought a battle, sheād lost, and she was done with it all.
For a moment, I stood in awe of her. Iād had my fair share of trauma and struggle, but I still had hope. This girl had none.
I closed my eyes and opened every sense I had. Every empath I knew would scream against this, but I needed to know what this girl had gone through. Something told me that I needed to know. I lowered my bridge, and I felt myself slip inside of her.
Turmoil. Desolation. Agony.
Worst of all, I felt the surrender. It slammed against me like waves of sleet in a downpour. It actually hurt and I bit my tongue. I wanted to feel more. I wanted to understand so I pushed further. Empaths are advised against this for a reason. If we touch too deep inside a person sometimes a part of us doesnāt come back.
There was something inside of her, something that promised me that itād be worth it. It was likeā¦ I needed to uncover it. Surging forward, I fought past the hopelessness and defeat. Then I reeled back when I touched the core.
There had been a guy. He had loved her. She had loved himā¦ and thenā¦ I felt devastation, betrayal, and an end.
I gasped abruptly.
I donāt know what happened, but something had happened. She had loved this guy. She found something and thenā¦ It was her decision, which was important. She decided when sheād dieā¦ notā¦ I couldnāt feel it anymore.
She gasped. My eyes flew open and I felt a wind propel me backwards. It was as if the universe didnāt want me near this girl. I couldnāt look away. Her eyes wanted to tell me something, something that she didnāt even realize she wanted to say, but she didnāt have the words or she didnāt have the will. Then a single tear rolled down to join the rest and she smiled. It was haunting. Then she let go of the railing. I watched, stricken, but already in expectation as she soared downwards.
Something was off, something reeled inside of me.
Something had not gone according to plan and Iām the kind of girl where I knew that plans should go according to plan! It was usually highly essential, but thisāthis wasnāt good. Not only for the fact that some part of me still felt connected to her, but there was a universe-world-future issue at stake. I had no idea why I felt that, how I felt it, but I did. I was panicked. The girl had jumped, and it was like the world was now going to endā¦ I gulped.
