Somewhere in the back of Elizabeth's mind, the term 'witch' connected with the images from her U.S. History book. The flashback of women under stones and Scottish pictures of women being burned at pillars with their hands tied to their back.

Elizabeth's breath was becoming shallow and lower by the second. Matthew leaned towards her, picking up on her change of breathing. He took his hand to place on her shoulder, but Elizabeth pushed her chair back, maintaining the proportion of space between them. He brought his hand down.

Elizabeth was left shaken from the revelation. The only thing that kept ringing in her head: her parents. After all this time that she has been left alone, mourning her mother and the loss of her father, those memories kept rushing back. Could Elizabeth's parents have known this about her? "

Curiously, Matthew answered. "Yes, although there are some cases where the witch gene will be dormant and activate generations later."

With the few times that Matthew has encountered Elizabeth, there were some things that he observed which made him wonder about what this teenage girl had gone through. From the lack of touch and apparent fear in her eyes, there were many scenarios running across his mind, but none of them were light. All of the assumptions made his stomach sick, and just thinking one question:

What has this girl gone through?

She paced throughout the laboratory, trying to keep her breathing at a minimum. There was so much information that she had to process, from her identity to the identity of the three other individuals in the room.

"You mean to say that you, and I, aren't human?", questioned Elizabeth, trying for them to make sense of the information for the past 15 minutes.

Matthew was staring at the unsettled girl in front of him. For some reason, fate kept bringing him to her, and vice versa, her towards him. He has only cared for those that he brought into this world, much less would he do for this witch.

Which is why his next words surprised him:

"Elizabeth, if you promise to always do as I say and keep this to yourself, I will help you adapt to this new world."

Elizabeth stopped at his words. Something seemed to center inside herself and then paid close attention. With this, Matthew continued.

"I cannot teach you properly about the creatures that exist, but I can find someone who is willing to talk and share their knowledge with you."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately thought of Hamish Osborne and Helena Roy. He would need a stable demon and a qualified witch to teach Elizabeth about their world.

She was hesitant about these circumstances. Miriam knew that Matthew was way out of his comfort zone. The most feared de Clermont, after Phillip, wasn't one to take people under his wing. This solution made her uneasy but after many years of being loyal to Matthew, the only thing she could do was stand by his side. Even if she didn't agree.

Matthew waited for a response, but he didn't get one, and he was losing his patience. It was then that Marcus jumped in and commented on her situation.

Marcus approached the situation with delicacy. He knew what it was like jumping into a new world.

"Look, I know this seems very difficult at the moment. But with guidance, especially from Professor Clairmont, you'll be alright."

Being the center of attention, Elizabeth had an offer on the table that she had to either accept or decline. The pros and cons were bouncing through her brain and into her consciousness. As the seconds tided by, her decision solidified more and more.

"I'd appreciate if you could help me."

Those were the words that Matthew wanted, and feared, to hear.

His moral compass pointed to help Elizabeth guide her and teach her about this world without prejudice, yet his natural conscience directing the opposite. Elizabeth would survive is she was capable. Without that thought, he chuckled internally wondering what Darwin would think of that statement had he been here to witness the situation.

This was when Elizabeth head Miriam speak for the first time:

"So that means that you'll be under the de Clermont protection and Matthew's charge."

At the word protection, Elizabeth's blood ran cold, mind blank, and face pale as a ghost. Marcus noticed quietly the reaction and tried to diffuse the fear that was waiting to explode. He took a step towards her, "Calm Elizabeth. Miriam only means if you were ever in an uncomfortable situation. That's all."

Elizabeth visibly relaxed but still has some underlying hesitation about these circumstances. She felt like a caged animal and knew that this was her time to leave before she gave a visual demonstration of her newfound identity.

She stood up slowly, afraid that her legs would give out under her and she would have needs once again medical assistance from the doctors present in the room.

"Unless there is something dire that needs to be said, I think I will now head to my rooms."

Matthew sighed. Nodding with understanding, he then stood up, ready to accompany her to her rooms, but surprisingly, there was another figure that decided to take that task.

Miriam approached Elizabeth with confidence and authority. Both Matthew and Marcus had said their piece, but Miriam needed time to share hers and ensure that this girl knew what she was getting into.

"No worries. I will go ahead and ensure that she makes it to her dormitory alright. Guide the way Elizabeth."

With that, both Elizabeth and Miriam walked out of the office and towards the ground floor of the building. When stepping outside, Elizabeth turned towards Miriam ready to ask a question, but Miriam cut her off immediately.

"Before you continue to talk, remember that vampires have heightened senses, including hearing. Which means that the men downstairs can hear us."

At the word vampire, Elizabeth realized she had no idea of the world that she was being pulled into.