Chapter 5

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Victor entered the room shortly after the horrific talk with his father. Sighing, he glanced around and saw Elizabeth sitting in one of the velvet red chairs, reading the book she recently was given. Victor couldn't help but smile on the inside. He wanted to see her like this every day, but things would always be hard seeing she hated him.

Her hair was up in a towel, showing she just got out of the shower, at first she didn't notice him, but when he came into her line of view, she spoke.

"Interesting thing." She began, closing the book and turning it over in her hand to examine it. "Victor Frankenstein was a genius that is also engaged, and eventually marries, Elizabeth."

Victor thought for a moment before turning back to Elizabeth. "That's funny."

"Another thing, he also created the monster that kills Elizabeth in the end."

Victor let out a breath of disapproval. "Are you seriously going to be that prejudice towards me?"

"Yep!" She answered honestly.

At first, he tried to ignore the fact that she loved hurting him emotionally, but it was becoming really hard to deal with. He wanted to get to know her, but he couldn't trust the fact that anything could set her off on a tangent.

"Tell me about your mother." He said without really thinking.

She was silent for a moment. "Nothing much too really tell…" she admitted. "I was only six when she died, but I do remember that she was one of the best hunter's out there. Beautiful, smart, kind, brave, everything I wanted to be."

"I sense a but..."

"But…" she hesitated once more. "One night, when we were walking home from a combat session with my trainer, a Vampire appeared out of nowhere and attacked us. He targeted my mother. She tried to fight, but without any weapons, it was in vain. She gave her life, protecting me from him. He drank her blood until she had none left to give. The vampire left after that, leaving me alone with my mother's corpse."

"I'm sorry."

"Honestly," she said with a slight chuckle. "I don't know why I agreed to come here. Maybe to show I was serious about the war ending, but the one person I… Hate the most is your father."

Victor stared at her as she fought the tears of the memory that racked her mind. She rigorously wiped her eyes before continuing.

"My mother is dead because of your father." She stood and walked over to him, glaring the whole while. "Your father was the one who killed her by drinking her dry."

She calmed herself down once more. She turned away from him and walked over to the door of bathroom, to try to clean herself up. Elizabeth didn't know what happened, but she was pinned to the door, her hands held above her head with Victor's. Her heart began to pound as his lips brushed her neck.

She let out a shaky breath. "Victor? Let me go!"

He mumbled something that sounded like an apology before let his fangs touch her skin. She sucked in a breath, her fear turning to pure terror. Finally, she felt the pain, a warm liquid that left her skin right to his tongue.

Elizabeth used her strength to fight against him. Her elbow made connection with his gut, causing him to step back a few feet. She ran over to the bed to try to protect herself. She used her hand to cover the wound as her blood still flowed.

The hunter lost sight of Victor for a split second. Then she was on the bed, being held against her will, with Victor making connection with her neck once again. She continued to fight, her hands struggling to get free.

Managing to free one hand and punch her husband in the jaw, finally, freeing her from his grasp. Covering her wound once again, staring in fear as Victor looked at her with blood lust. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, removing any remaining blood.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I had no choice." He explained.

"You had no choice?" She was still trying to calm her hyperventilation. "What other choice was there?"

Victor looked away with regret. "If I hadn't done that, my father would have killed you in the same way he killed your mother. He told me he wouldn't attack you if I drank your blood first."

Victor stood and walked to the bathroom for a short moment. Elizabeth heard running water then he returned to her with a wet rag. As he drew closer to place the rag on her neck, she flinched away. Victor didn't want to scare her even more than he had, so he simple grabbed her hand for a moment and placed the rag in it. Afterwards, he placed her hand back where it was on the wound, cooling the burning and slowing the blood flow.

"I'm not going to turn into one, right?" Elizabeth didn't make eye contact with him.

"No." He heard her breathe a sigh of relief. "It would require me to bite you at least two more times before you turn. You need to be exposed to our DNA an amount of times before turning."

She nodded. Not saying anything more. Victor thought it was because of shock, he couldn't really tell. Even though he was angry at himself for hurting her in that way, he was glad that he was able to protect her from the dangers of his father.