Chapter 15

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Seven gruesomely long days passed since that night and Elizabeth refused to leave the room. She hated the fact that she would have to quit her job because it was during sunlight hours. Several things were taken from her now that she was an undead being. Though she was physically one of them, she refused to act like one. This meant that she denied drinking human blood.

Earlier that week, Victor removed the cast. The bone healed quickly with the new Vampire form Elizabeth lived as. Her stab wound had completely healed as well, but there was a noticeable scar on her abdomen because of the silver blade.

Victor entered the room quite often to check on her, and try to get her to take in food. This is a critical part of her life. Being a brand new Vampire, she needed blood to stay healthy.

"Elizabeth," he held a cup the cells of a donor in his hand. "You need to drink this."

He sat next to her on the bed, gaining no indication that she was listening. Elizabeth kept her back to him, still angry for what he had done. She wanted his help to defend herself from the Hunters, not have a near death experience that made her into a Vampire.

"Elizabeth, if you don't drink this, you will—"

"Go insane like you did?"

Though her voice was harsh, Victor was happy to hear her speak to him once again. "That only happens rarely, you're more likely to get physically sick than to go on a blood lusting rampage."

She let out a growling sigh.

"I can already tell you're getting sick. Vampires need blood to live healthily, especially when they are still adapting from human form." He held the glass out to her. "Please, Elizabeth, if not for me, do it for your family. They wouldn't want to see you like this."

"You're right about one thing." She turned to look him in the eyes. "They wouldn't like to see me as a monster. If they saw me, they wouldn't waste a breath to kill me and end my misery."

Victor let out a sigh. "They wouldn't do that, they're your family. Now please, drink."

"Can it be anything other than human blood? Like a pig or something?"

"I tried that, but it never satisfies the way you need it to. You would be constantly craving human blood. I tried when I first a Vampire. And I told you that this is from people who willingly donate to us."

"Is it possible to be a vegetarian?"

"It's impossible for a Vampire to be any form of vegetarian. I'm sorry but you have no choice."

"You've taken away a lot of my choices recently."

"I'm sorry."

"I mean, I have to quit my job because of the hours. I have to give up one of my dreams because of being a Vampire. I have to gain a whole new lifestyle."

"Your dream?"

"One of the things I wanted most in this life, was to be a mother." Elizabeth held her emotions strong, though Victor could tell she was weeping on the inside. "And Vampires can't have kids."

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth."

She didn't respond. A long, uncomfortable, pause swallowed the world around them. Victor didn't know what to do to end the agonizing silence. He watched as his wife's stiff posture loosened, her eyes closed, and she began to sway. His arm shot out quickly, catching her from the fall.

It's worse than I thought. He examined her and determined that the lack of sustenance was taking its toll on her.

"You have to drink this." He begged.

Placing the rim on her lips he tried to get her to drink, but she pinched her lips together, not allowing any of the liquid into her mouth. Victor pulled the glass back with worry. She needed to drink, but how could she if she constantly refused to take the substance.

He acted quickly, poring the blood into his mouth, but never swallowing. Elizabeth watched weakly as he finished and bent down to her. He forced her mouth open just enough to place his lips on hers and get her to drink the body fluid. A pulse went through Elizabeth as she accepted the actions of her husband. She was too weak to fight him.

Once the iron taste was gone from her mouth, Victor lifted his head and stared into her eyes. Moments later, Elizabeth felt her strength returning to her. The process wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It felt...natural.

Victor carefully pulled her back into a sitting position on the bed. Elizabeth's hand drifted to her head as her vison cleared. Her husband's hand slipped away from her back as he stood a walked out of the room. Despite the experience she just went through, things weren't as bad as she thought they would be. There were downsides to being a Vampire, but there were some upsides.

I no longer have to deal with figuring out what to have for dinner. She joked in her head. But why was I fated to become one of them. What will my family think? What will my father think?

One thing kept entering her thoughts though, how Victor finally got her to drink the blood. It definitely wasn't her first kiss, and it was effective in what he wanted. But she remembered how he seemed to pause after the drink. It was her first with him.

Again, it felt…natural. She thought as she brushed her lips with her fingertips. Why everything I do with him is feels like it should happen?

She had spent enough time moping in the bedroom. After what felt like a long time, she was finally willing to leave the room. She was greeted to the warmth of the living room. Victor's back was to her. He was hunched over in such a way that she could tell he was in deep thought. He didn't even hear her walk up behind him.

She cleared her throat, causing him to look up at her calmly.

"Yes? What is it?" He asked, staying calm, but still slightly concerned.

"I think," she said after a moment of hesitation. "I should call my father and have him come over. It would be better if I told him what happened, that way he could explain it to the rest of the Van Helsing's. Hopefully, it won't end in a blood bath."

Victor reached behind him and gently grabbed her hand. "Whatever you choose, I support."

She nodded then walked out of distance of his grasp. She pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed her father's number.