He Came For Me,
Book One
in
‘The Protector Series'
BLURB:
Jazz, driving on her way to TAFE one
morning is passed by a gorgeous guy in a red Mazda Rx7. Caught at the
stop lights ahead, she finds herself drawn to this stranger as he
watches her in his rear view mirror. From the moment she meets him in
person her life begins to change! Why does he always seem to be close
by, could he be stalking her? Or was their meeting totally innocent?
EXCERPT:
“What do you think you are doing?” I demanded.
“I was just checking on you, Seb.” she replied.
“Surely, you knew that Vern and I were patrolling tonight?” I asked.
“Well,
yeah, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” “I knew that
you haven’t quite decided in which direction you will go with regards
to Jazz, but I just couldn’t help myself I had to follow you over here
to tell you that I believe in you, Seb.” “I know that you will be able
to make the right decision and whatever you decide I want you to know
that I will support you one hundred percent!” At that moment we all
heard a familiar noise coming from Jazz’s upstairs bedroom. I
immediately ran and jumped up onto the tree branch level with Jazz’s
window to glimpse what was happening in her room.
To
my amazement a porthole was opening up on the far side of her bedroom.
I sat transfixed watching it open wide to allow the form inside to take
shape and move towards Jazz as she slept in her bed. My heart told me
to jump through the window and save Jazz from this new threat but my
mind stopped me with the knowledge that I would be unable to enter the
room as I had never been invited into the house by any of its occupants.
I
watched anxiously as this visitor stood gazing down at Jazz’s sleeping
form. It was hard to place who this intruder was, but it was easy to
see that he came from my world. His silver, blond hair hung loosely
down his back and he looked older than most of our kind. It seemed as
though he was familiar with his surroundings, which meant he had been in
Jazz’s room before!
I
watched helplessly through the window, unable to enter the room to
intervene, anxiously watching the scene before my eyes, as if it was
taking place in a movie.
Jazz
lay asleep, unaware of the visiting presence in her room, innocently
sleeping as the man made his way in the darkness towards her. He stood
at the foot of her bed and silently watched as she slept.
Not
understanding what was going on, I sat on the tree branch watching,
trying not to make any sudden noises or movement so as not to attract
the attention of the intruder.
He
started to chant in a prayer form using a language forgotten by my
people. I could only decipher some of the words as I had studied it a
very long time ago because of my interest in our old dialects.
He seemed to be blessing Jazz and asking for forgiveness because he had left her alone for so long.
Below
me Bliss and Vern were anxiously trying to get my attention, but I did
not want to take my eyes off of this stranger, in case he tried to harm
Jazz. Although I knew I would be unable to intervene in any way, I
still felt that it was my responsibility to protect her.
I
could see his lips move as he spoke quietly, chanting the prayer. Jazz
started to toss fitfully in her sleep as this stranger continued. My
heart struggled with the desire to stop what was happening before my
eyes but I knew I was unable to do so.
I
froze when he bent down and kissed her on the forehead and gently
pushed back a lock of loose hair which had fallen across her cheek. He
moved away from the bed and stepped back into the porthole, just before
it closed. Once he stepped into the porthole he turned and looked
straight at me. I was sure that he tilted his head slightly in my
direction as if he was acknowledging me but I couldn’t be sure as the
porthole closed and he was gone!
Jazz
was still sleeping soundly unaware of the intrusion, so I jumped down
to Vern and Bliss who were anxious to find out what had just occurred. I
knew that they would be as shocked as I.
