Victor simply chuckled and shook his head.

"You want the thrill eh?" he asked her as if he didn't hear her correctly.

"Yes that is what I want…do you have an issue with it?" Elizabeth asked him, simply walking past him and sitting back in her place on the couch. Aslan her cat curling up in her lap and she stroked it's thick black fur. Victor walked over and did not sit but simply stood. Aslan looked to Victor and hissed, Victor hissed back and Aslan fled the room.

"No but I think your cat will" Victor grinned and gave Elizabeth a sideways look. She gave a mocking laugh at him.

"Ha-ha you're so funny" Elizabeth said then went and sat down on the ground by the fire hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Cold?" Victor asked in a purr, Elizabeth nodded

"A bit" she said "but it maybe the fact you're in the room" Elizabeth smirked and Victor shook his head grabbing her shoulder gently, his claws slowly becoming present.

"Be nice" Victor growled low in his throat but then something unexpected happened. Elizabeth vanished and Victor stumbled nearly to the ground. Catching himself and then listening intensely to his surroundings. So he learned not only could she read thoughts but vanish as well. His steps were slow as his shoes hit the wooden floor boards.

"Marco…" Victor said in a evil like voice, no answer so he kept on. "Marco…" and finally he had gotten his hint. A squeak from the upstairs floor boards and he was up there in no time. Seeing her right next to the wall in her bedroom he pounced but she vanished once more and he hit the wall. Falling to the ground and staring at the ceiling. "You little brat" he mumbled, Elizabeth walked over and looked down to him.

"Hmmm I thought cats always landed on their feet?" She mocked him finding his pain and glaring looks towards her amusing.

"It's a myth!" Victor growled playfully at Elizabeth. Quickly getting to his feet and walking up to her. "That was cruel" he said slowly.

"You were cruel to all those people you killed" Elizabeth said to him and he pursed his lips a bit.

"That was different"

"How? You killed because you felt liked it…you pointed your figure and they died!" Elizabeth said tearing up a bit. "It didn't matter to you they died and it still doesn't" Elizabeth said Victor frowned

"I-"

"Get out…" Elizabeth said softly holding herself.

"But-"

"Now" she said softly again, so Victor stood there another moment then walked out of the home. Elizabeth sat on her couch and held back tears that wanted to force their way through her eyes.

A week past and Victor had pissed off a lot of people in that week. In fact he pissed them off so badly that they followed him once to Elizabeth's house when he went to see her and show feelings for her. Then he'd leave early in the morning. There were ten men with guns and lighters and such just to torment the woman so they could l Victor there. But truth be told Victor was already there but he was asleep in the bed in which they both lay.

Quietly so quiet that not even Victor himself heard the men break into the house. Till a sneeze from one man rang though the house. That's when Victor woke and smelled the air. Smelling the sweaty grimy greasy men in the home of his one and only love. Victor slowly got out of bed and got his pants and boots on no need for anything else really. But the men were everywhere in the home. As Victor came slowly downstairs a shovel to his head made him fall a bit forward. But hearing the object coming for his head again that's when his reflexes came in.

Grabbing the object in mid air as he spun around and kicked the man clear across the room, into the downstairs hallway. More men coming at him with knives and guns, But he disarmed and knocked out every single man but one. Hearing no sound for a few seconds, then a high pitched scream came from the upstairs bedroom…