Chapter 9

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Victor's sensed came back to him. He realized where he was and who he was. He let out a breath of air, unknowing to the fact of the woman in his arms. He finally noticed that his lips were pressed against something, more known to him was the fact that he tasted blood.

AB-! His eyes widened and he quickly pulled away from the bleeding neck. Elizabeth was limp in his arms. His breathing quickened as he got flustered. The Vampire quickly took her out of the study, not taking the time to unlock the door. Simply breaking the knob he opened the door and rushed her to the couch.

He gently placed her down on the sofa and then left to the kitchen. He wet down a cloth and went back to her. He pressed the damp fabric to her neck, hoping he didn't murder her. She was still breathing, giving him some relief, but that didn't help the guilt he felt from his actions.

That was the first and only time he lost control like that. Usually when Vampires go a while without blood they get physically sick until they get the substance. But there are rare occasions that cause them to mentally go insane until they get the blood they need.

Victor waited for a short while before checking on the wound. He saw that the bleeding had slowed enough, quickly going to the bathroom, he grabbed a large band aid. He walked back to her and gently applied the item to her neck, keeping the injury covered.

After placing the first aid, Victor looked at his wife. He was shaking, in anger at himself, in fright about her reaction when she woke, in the guilt for his actions. He was a mixture of emotions that wouldn't easily separate until after she woke up.

Still looking at Elizabeth, one particular emotion filled him, regret. He wanted to protect her, but how could he protect her from others if he couldn't protect her from himself. Tears filled his eyes at the facts that presented themselves to him. He carefully placed is hand at the base of her head. Resting his other hand on her side, he lifted her so his forehead could meet hers.

He let the tears fall. He lifted himself only to let his head fall to the crook of her neck. He let out sobs of sorrow. Holding her tight, he let out everything that he felt at once, just needing to cry.

What have I done? Victor held through anguish. What have I done?

Several hours passed before Elizabeth finally woke from the attack. She blinked several times before realizing what happened. She jumped to a sitting position on the couch. She was alive, and she was in the living room. She had a migraine the size of Germany. Placing a hand on her head, she took in the area round her.

Victor was sitting in the chair across from her, his head tilted back, indicating to her that he was sleeping. Sudden realization took hold of her when she looked at the time. It nine in the morning. The sun was streaming in and luckily Victor was covered by the shadows and none of light touched him.

"Victor." She called to wake him.

His head bolted up. His eyes scanned her once before smiling. As far as he could tell, she was fine, but he still needed to know how she personally felt.

He stood up. "How are you feeling?"

"Victor don't—" She tried to stop him, but his hand brushed through the light before she could prevent it.

He let out gripe of pain before pulling back his hand. Holding it close to his chest, he noted how Elizabeth jumped to her feet and pulled the curtains closed, preventing from any sun from getting in. Dizziness set it and Elizabeth had to lean against the window to try to help prevent her head from spinning.

Victor began to walk towards her, but she quickly held up her hand, stopping him. A second later her hand position changed from a stop to a one moment. After a few minutes passed, Elizabeth lifted her head.

"Are you alright?" Victor questioned carefully.

"My head feels like the Berlin wall in 1989." She rubbed her temple with the palm of her hand.

Victor began to move towards the kitchen but Elizabeth quickly stopped him.

"I can take care of myself, thank you." She said with sarcasm.

Victor looked flustered. He wanted to help, but she refused to have his help. Elizabeth walked over to the kitchen and quickly found the headache medicine. She grabbed two and turned to get the water. Just barely noticing the broken glass on the ground, she sighed in frustration. When she looked up, she saw Victor offering her a full cup of water, keeping his eyes down.

Elizabeth took it, and drank down the reliever. It wouldn't kick in for about a half an hour. They stood in silence until Elizabeth went to get the broom to clean up the glass. She didn't have on shoes, so she had to be very careful about stepping in the right place. Getting to a safe place, she looked up again, finding Victor holding the broom and dustpan.

"Quit doing that." She grabbed the broom from him roughly.

"I'm trying to be helpful."

"You don't need to. In fact," she glared straight into his eyes. Her emerald ones clashing with his gray ones. "You should be getting your rest. It's past sun up."

"I don't care about that right now." He grabbed her hand over the broom, holding her back from sweeping. "I care about your well-being."

"I'm fine." Elizabeth said over her shoulder. "No get back down you your casket. If you stay out here too long, you will surly die from the sun. And we don't want to deal with that."

His grip slightly tightened on her hand. "You can't be fine after last night. You lost too much blood."

"If I lost too much blood, I would be dead. I think you took just a little over two pints. Plus I didn't have dinner yesterday." She explained. "I'm fine. I just need to get some food in me and I'll be alright."

"It's just that…"

"Victor," He looked into her eyes, which were slightly softer from before. "You ran out didn't you?"

He opened his mouth, but shut it quickly. He nodded and looked down in shame. He felt her other hand grab his. Thinking it was a sign of comfort he smiled slightly, but she simply was pulling his off her own to start sweeping the floor.

"If it kept you from going on a killing spree," she explained as she began to sweep the glass together. "I'm not angry at you for it."

"You have the right to be."

"Victor!"

She turned to him glaring at his statement. She held a dustpan full of broken glass. Throwing the glass in the trash, she set down the cleaning items before crossing her arms.

"I may not like you very much. But I can tolerate you enough to know when you would do something on purpose verses what you do on accident." Elizabeth's glare changed quickly to understanding. "Yesterday wasn't because you, it was because of what you are. You had no choice in becoming a Vampire. Your father caused you to do this. And you've worked so hard to not become him. So, I don't blame you for what happened.

"Now, you need to get back to your room. I need to make the rolls for the dinner." She waved him off and began to grab several of the items for the rolls.

Victor thought for a moment then looked back to her. "Would you like any help?"

"If you stay up any longer, the sun will come through another place, causing you to get burned again." She looked back at him. "I'll be fine, you need to get to bed."

"How's your arm?" Victor asked, gesturing to her arm.

"Victor." She looked over to her husband again.

He held up his hands and began to walk to the basement. He opened the door, the darkness ready to welcome him. Pausing, he looked back to Elizabeth. She paid no attention to him as she began to mix the flour with the yeast mixing. He smiled slightly at her before turning and closing the door behind him.