Chapter 11
Stefano's P.O.V
An exhausted hour later, Stefano watched as Carlita's car turned down the long driveway with his heart in his mouth. He had managed to avoid her demanding libido and convinced her to leave, possibly one of the longest hours of his life. As the light from the headlights disappeared he raced down the stairs and wrenched open the closet door. Empty. He nudged a few boxes with his toe to make sure Elizabeth wasn't in any of them, hiding.
"Elizabeth?" He called.
Panic began to rise in his chest as he smelt the air around him. The smell of her sweet skin had gone stale; she definitely hadn't been here for at least an hour.
"Oh God..." He muttered to himself. Using his vamperic speed he raced to every room of the house wrenching each open, dust from the unused rooms flying around him, and doors crashing into the walls as they rebounded on their hinges.
Screaming Elizabeth's name, room after room, Stefano eventually calmed down and thought rationally. He walked back to the cupboard and sniffed the air till he could smell her dying scent. Following the vague aroma Stefano raced down the gravel driveway to find the piece of dirty white cloth that hung there, limp and lifeless in the cold dark night.
Rage overcame him as he smelled the familiar scent of the man he had sent insane because of some stupid human. As the thought crossed his mind he took it back, realising the he was nearly in the same state as that snivelling Richard creature because of one of those stupid humans. At break neck speed Stefano sprinted the many miles to Richard's house, unable to even think of the consequences of not having Elizabeth in his life.
Liz's P.O.V
Liz felt as if she was flying. The cold night air whipped at her hair and dress, as the cool arms around her gripped her body to a firm chest, darkness and shadows whizzing past. After a terrifying, yet exhilarating 2 minutes light surrounded her as she was unceremoniously dumped onto a soft bed. Blinking, Liz looked around her at the four poster bed she had been chucked onto and looked up to finally see her captor for his true self, now standing over her staring at her with a look in his eyes she didn't quite understand.
Suddenly he leant forwards onto the bed, placing an arm either side of her. She felt his breath on her neck as she shivered from the sudden proximity of her body. She didn't want to die. She really didn't. Waiting for the bite on her neck to end her life, she scrunched shut her eyes, listening, waiting.
As quickly as he had leant in, he sighed and leant back again, Liz's eyes springing open watching him with a cautious gaze.
"Well if you're going to die, I suppose I should let you do so with dignity." He mumbled, almost to himself. "My Megan would have never agreed with this."
Standing back, Richard walked to a chest of mahogany draws across the room and pulled out a few items of clothing. Chucking them at Liz he walked towards the door.
"Put these on quickly. He should be here soon and then this will all end. You do remind me of my beautiful Megan. I am sorry Liz."
Remorse seemed to play across his eyes as he took a glance at her, quivering on the bed, then his eyes hardened and he walked out slamming the door.
Gratefully, Liz pulled off the ruined dress and inspected the clothing he had given her. She held out a pair of men's large shorts and a plain white T-shirt, both big enough to drown her in. Pulling them both on she fastened the draw string on the shorts so they didn't fall off and tied her tangled hair up with a piece of string she found on the side.
Rushing to the door she rattled the handle to discover it was locked. Not very surprising, she thought. Then testing the windows for good measure, she climbed onto the bed after discovering them to be shuttered from the outside.
A rush of drowsiness overcame Liz and she crawled under the soft looking black duvet she was sitting on. Unable to put a coherent thought together she crawled up into a ball and fell immediately asleep, strangely comforted by her soon-to-be murderers scent on the pillows.