Chapter 14

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Frustration was the main emotion that Victor was feeling. He was trying, but was never given credit for all his work. His wife never wanted to see him again. Her family probably would put out a bounty on his head, with the exception of her father. He was just ready to give up on everything.

His phone buzzed. Digging into his pocket, Victor pulled out the cell and looked on the screen. A text from Elizabeth?

He unlocked the touch screen and entered into the messaging area. Upon reading the text, he was more than confused.

AB negative? His mind worked to understand. Why would Elizabeth send me a message with her blood type?

His eyes widened as it finally clicked. The Hunters. Victor shoved his phone back into his pocket as he ran back towards the house, hoping he wasn't too late.

Moments later, Victor stood in-front of the house that he had grown to call home. His nerves were making him anxious on what lay inside. Careful steps to the door kept him silent. The lights of the house were powered off, and gave the house a haunted feel. The dark door loomed ready to swallow any being upon entrance.

Victor eventually stood next to the door. He reached for the knob but quickly noticed how it was already slightly ajar. His hand lay flat against the wood, pushing the entry open. A wave of odor hit him head on, causing him to crouch to the ground, holding mouth and nose. He could smell the fresh stench of Elizabeth's blood. This frightened him even more.

Assuming that the Hunters had gone, he dashed down to where Elizabeth lay, following the smell to its strongest point. He halted when he saw her. Wood floor impacted with his knees as he dropped down beside her. Her wound was deep, and she had lost a lot of blood. Lifting her into his arms, her head fell back exposing her neck.

Calling the hospital would take too long. He panicked in his head. I need to do something or I will lose her.

One thing came to his mind quickly, but would it really resort to that. A fast debate went through him, trying to figure out if it was the best thing for Elizabeth. He looked back at her, and noticed the bandage on her neck had come off, revealing the still healing bite she gained a few days ago.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

With that, Victor bent down and placed his lips on her neck only moments before he allowed his teeth to penetrate the skin. He only drank a small amount, she just needed to be exposed to the virus one last time for her to survive.

She's going to hate me for this. Victor though. But if it means her living, I can survive her scorn.

After the final bite, he lifted his wife from the ground and carried her to the master bedroom. The hardest part about the transformation was about to begin. The ivory colored bed was comfortable for her, and would allow the process to happen naturally.

Placing her on the resting area, Victor sat in a chair close by and waited. As hours past, dawn was approaching. Victor had to stay close by her and make sure the transformation was successful for her to live. He closed the thick curtains, preventing any sunlight from entering.

The thing about the transformation process is that it was a 50/50 shot. It depended on how strong the victim was, and how potent the virus was. Victor knew that the virus wouldn't be the problem. What he worried about is that he could have been too late, and Elizabeth would simply die. When a person changes from a human to a Vampire, their heart stops beating. So, Victor couldn't simply check for a pulse, he could hardly feel one before he bit her.

One thing gave him hope though. As he watched her, Elizabeth's skin became paler, nicely contrasting her chestnut hair. Her lips gained a natural red tone, and her eyelids darkened in such a way that it would look like she had the smoky eye shadow.

Vampire, Victor didn't know why, were always more attractive than regular humans. Something in the virus game them this physical appearance, but no one could really explain it.

The waiting was getting unbearable. If it took too long, then the transformation would be considered a failure, and the victim would die. He just needed her to wake up. His heart leapt when he heard it. A small moan from the bed.

Jumping up from the chair, Victor rushed over to the bed and stood anxiously for her to open her eyes. When they did, they seemed to glow greener than the natural human kind. Her gaze fell on her husband and she jumped up, sitting up straight on the soft material. Her face contorted to a grimace as she felt down to her stomach where she had been stabbed.

"Easy, it was a silver dagger. It will take longer to heal." Victor said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She was thoroughly confused. Looking down to her stomach, she should have seen a gaping wound, but she simply saw scabbing as if it had happened a week or so ago.

Wait, what did he say about silver? She thought as she turned to meet his gaze. His eyes showed guilt. And it clicked.

"You…" Started. "You bit me again?"

He cast down his eyes. "Yes."

"And how many times did you say would I have had to get bitten to become a Vampire?"

"Three."

She let out a shaky breath. She was one of them. Her head bowed, completely shadowing her eyes. Lips pinched together, creating a thin line, and her eyes bore into the bed covers.

"You should have let me die."

"What?" Victor's head shot back up.

"I would have rather died than be turned into a monster like you." It was a lie, but Victor didn't know.

Elizabeth stepped off the bed and stood tall, not afraid of standing her ground. Victor simply observed her, not willing to fight back, but if this continued, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

"Why?" she glared.

"The war would have continued if I had simply let you die." He came up with a quick excuse.

"The war continued the moment you killed Edward." She contradicted him. "So why did you make me a blood lusting monster."

Victor gritted his teeth. Grabbing her arms, he slightly shook her as he provided the real answer. "Because I couldn't lose you!"

Shock filled her features. As she processed this information, Victor's grip loosened on her arms and his hands slid down to her wrists. His thumb gently rubbed circles on her forearm. His breathing was shaky and uneven.

"I can't lose you." He admitted freely. "You're too important to me."

"Pathetic."

His head jerked up to see Elizabeth's unsympathetic gaze. She truly didn't care.

"A Dracula fell for a Van Helsing." She continued. "It's unheard of. So you made me one of you just because you fell for your mortal enemy. It's worse than pathetic, it's downright pitiful."

She brushed off his hands from her and her glare returned to her eyes. He let his arms fall limply to his sides. Heart breaking, Victor listened to the last words she said.

"You must know that I will never love you." She held no mercy for him. "There is no way that I can will ever fall in love with you."

With that, she turned her back to him, his heart truly shattered from the rejection.