Chapter 13

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It was 2:44 in the morning, and Victor finally opened the front door to his home. The evening was a disaster, all because of him. He blamed himself for Edward's death, but he was able to protect Elizabeth from his lust for vengeance.

Victor let out a sigh of disappointment as he closed the door, thinking back to his evil deeds. Hearing a small click, he paused. Then froze when a small twang made an arrow stick into the door, right at eye level.

His head whipped to the side, where he saw Elizabeth holding her hand crossbow up, aiming directly at him. She looked livid, her eyes red with anger and depression at the same moment. She stood unmoving, waiting for something to provoke her to fire.

"This next arrow won't miss." She said, her glare willing to make any one tremble in fear.

Victor watched in pure shock as he saw the woman he loved be torn emotionally because of him. He killed the man she loved, and her hate for him had escalated to great lengths. Victor couldn't stand his guilt, so he stood up straight, and gazed into her eyes.

He walked forward, simply waiting for the arrow to fly and it its target. Victor didn't care what happened to him, if it brought Elizabeth happiness, it brought him happiness. His steps brought him closer to her. His wife kept her eyes trained on him, her arm fully extended and ready to fire the lethal arrow.

Victor stopped in front of her weapon, he stared down at her. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. Raising his hand, he carefully grabbed Elizabeth's arm and moved it ever so slightly, making the firearm aim right at his lifeless heart. Her heart leapt at his action.

"I caused you pain." He finally spoke. "If you wish it, you can end everything and be free of me. I won't fight back."

He released her hand and waited. He waited for the pain of the arrow that was made to kill vampires. He waited for something in her voice to indicate she was going to fire. But nothing came.

What truly happened was that Elizabeth's hand began to tremble. Her arm faltered for a bit and lowered for a bit then was brought back to Victor's chest. She struggled to breathe properly as she was shocked at how she couldn't decide.

She dropped the crossbow in frustration. Victor kept his head bowed and eyes closed, still waiting for her to place her judgment on her. She glared at him for a while longer before punching him forcefully in the gut. He doubled over in pain before looking her in the eyes.

"You killed him, in cold blood."

He stood once again, working on gaining back his breath. "He was going to hurt you if I didn't do anything."

"He was doing that because you provoked him. If you didn't come at all," she drew in a harsh breath. "Edward would still be alive."

When Edward died, her heart refused to break in front of so many people. But right then, the cruel memories caused her heart to shatter. Her husband's eyes widened when he saw her tears. We took a step closer to her, his hands reaching for her form.

"Get out." Her voice was only a whisper, with her hand slightly covering her mouth in trauma.

"What?" was his breathy reply.

"Get Out!" She burst.

He jumped, unable to do anything else. He paused, wanting to do something, he gingerly touched her shoulder. Elizabeth hit his hand away, sending a clear message. He dropped his hands, wishing and longing to comfort her. After a few short moments, he turned in sorrow and walked out the door. Victor never saw Elizabeth collapse to the ground and simply cry for her loss.

She struggled to gain her breath through sobs but she did hear the door open once again then close. A breathy growl left her throat as she turned to continue scolding Victor.

"I told you to get out!" She shouted. "I don't want to see you ever again!"

Her eyes quickly changed from anger to shock as her gaze didn't meet Victor's.

"Strange, seeing that we've never met face to face." The stranger said.

Two men entered her home with intent of finishing their mission. They laughed at her shock. Elizabeth stayed frozen to the ground as she weighed her options. Her weapon was only inches from her hand.

Her reflexes were quick as she grabbed the handle and let a shot free. She heard a grunt shortly before she felt the bow kicked out of her hand. A hand shot out and grabbed her neck, lifting her above the ground she clawed at the hand to free herself from the suffocating grasp.

"Dude, she got me." One said while pulling out the short arrow from his shoulder.

"Don't worry," the other replied. "I'll let you pay her back."

She couldn't breathe, she had to do something other side she was not going to make it out. Using the heel of her palm she hit the joint of the man's elbow, causing him do drop her. She quickly gained her footing before running further into the house.

She entered one of the many dark rooms in the basement, and lowed herself to the ground, hiding behind some furniture. She fumbled for her phone, and prayed that help wasn't too far away. She didn't know what these men were armed with, but she knew she couldn't take them alone.

Elizabeth knew she couldn't take a chance with calling anyone, she had to send a text message, one that wouldn't directly say help, which would tip off the Hunters. She had to come up with something that would tell Victor she needed assistance.

Typing something quickly, she sent the message. She stood up and went over to the door. She placed her ear next to the wood and listened for any sound indicating them being out there. She heard nothing. She opened the door only a few inches to glance out to make sure it was safe. She saw nothing. Opening the door the rest of the way, she stealthily stepped out into the dark corridor of the basement.

She scanned one way thoroughly before turning the other. Everything was too quiet for Elizabeth's tastes. She was desperately hoping that Victor hadn't gotten too far away. She was about to go to another room, but a searing pain entered her abdomen. She felt a warm body press uncomfortably against her back.

"This is what you get for betraying your own kind, traitor." She couldn't tell which one it but she could feel the cold blade that had invaded her own body.

It was pulled out as forcefully as it had been shoved in. The world began to sway and tilt side to side. It was unnatural to watch the sensation of falling, but never feeling the impact. Elizabeth held wound tightly, trying to slow the blood flow. Her consciousness slowly began to fade.

"She dropped her phone." One man said as he bent down and picked it up. "She sent a message to her monster of a husband."

"What does it say?"

"AB Negative."

"A blood type?"

"Maybe it's the blood type for the next person her husband can kill for his meal."

"Maybe," The man who stabbed her said. "Let's go, we need to tell Councilman Seftis that the job is done."

Elizabeth's vision went black. Help…Victor.