Connor raised an eyebrow as Elizabeth looked to him confused, starting to go over to her, as she asked what her stomach wanted He managed to keep a straight face, as she wriggled, squirming almost like a toddler needing to go to te bathroom.

He cleared his throat as she complained, seeming freaked out, but the needs her body demanded off her

"Well, humans need to do this funny thing could going to the bathroom. You remember having to pee, right?" He asked, succeeding in keeping his face straight, and his voice even. "And your stomach is demanding food. Come on, you go on to the bathroom, and I'll find us something to eat" He said, giving her a smile, offering her his hand to help her up, if she wanted it.

It was going to be a long few hours teaching Elizabeth to be human, he thought, but it was a worthwhile price to pay

Her eyes slid to the bathroom door as he explained what was going on, vaguely remembering using it as something more than a powder room back before she had been turned. Her eyes went back to him as he offered her his hand. She'd much rather have crawled to the bathroom, judging by how little she now wanted to move, feeling like she would burst - but it would have been rude to deny his hand, and she was grateful for him wanting to help (and not just laughing at her.)

So she took his hand to be lead to the bathroom, feeling much like a child again as she did do.

Once she had reached it, she thanked him quietly and shut the door behind her. She spent a moment looking at the porcelain contraption before deciding to just sit on it. (after lifting the cover)

....

it may have taken a while for her to get from there to washing her hands, but kudos to her everyone, she managed to do it.

Connor couldn't help but think that Elizabeth was like a baby- sure she knew hot to walk and talk, but normal instincts like eating, drinking and going to the toilet were simply rusty memories to her. He knew eventually her body would just know what she needed, but until then,he'd keep an eye on her.

He looked through what food stuffs he had, and ended up making a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, it seemed the quickest and easiest way of having breakfast other then going out to eat and he didn't think Elizabeth might not be ready to eat in public.

Plus he liked PB and J's.

He was almost a child, and he chuckled at himself, taking the time as he heard Elizabeth wash her hands, to change clothes, and ran his hands through his hair, waiting for her. He slowly began to pack up things into the duffel , thinking it best to start out as soon as they were finished eating, and perhaps find somewhere where he could give some training to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, and looked to see Connor already dressed and packing things. Truthfully she wanted to sleep more but she would never have mentioned it if he thought they should leave...which he apparently did.

She blushed some, knowing that he probably would see her as someone who needed watching over now. She had never imagined returning to humanity would be so strange and unknown. "I managed it." she reported quietly, noticing something on the table and going to investigate it. She knew it as a sandwich, and it looked to be your classic PB and J...but the air around it smelled different than when she was a vampire, so she couldn't be completely sure. It smelled good though. her stomach growled at her again and twisted inside her gut.

Connor looked over just as she blushed and he smiled, watching as she came over to the sandwiches. He sat down, picking one up for himself to eat, happily biting in to it, enjoying the contrasting taste of the peanut butter and the jelly. He set the sandwich down, "I was thinking of finding somewhere to train-I mean, training in here might just destroy everything. A nice open area, of course, we can just head back to the farm. And Bessie"

He really did miss his horse, and hoped she was okay.

"I think it would be wise to leave this town, just in case there's more vampire's hunting us" Well, hunting him. "Or at least change inns. We could always go to that clearing" He said, picking up his sandwich to finish eating it, 'what do you think?" he asked, seriously wanting her opinion, then to just dictate everything.

She tentatively picked up her sandwich and nibbled at it. The flavors were not at all like anything she was used to, and they were goo, they were also pretty intense to her.
When he started speaking about his plans, she listened careful- smiling as he mentioned Bessie. She too missed her. Idly, she wondered what Bessie would think about her being human. then a smile crept up on her face a bit, what would Marl think of her being human?

She listened to the rest of the plans too, only eating a little bit of her sandwich during the whole thing. She was hungry...its just that the flavors were alot to take in for her.

"I think we can head back to the clearing in the woods." she agreed,"get me through an entire day of being alive again...and then you and I can pull shifts driving so that we can get back to the farm, Bessie, and Marl faster. Plus, your farm seems meant to be used for hunter stuff."

Connor noticed that Elizabeth wasn't eating much, and he looked at the sandwich, wondering what was wrong with it. He chewed thoughtful, realising that if you weren't use to it it would taste sweet, and very flavorful. Perhaps it wasn't a good thing to start off with.

"lets move inns first then" Connor said, wanting to make it as hard as possible for anyone to track them. "And maybe stop at a pharmacy to grab more first aid supplies. Antibacterial cream" Since both his hands were injured, he really couldn't afford to get an infection, particularly from the bite in his hand, as he had torn a good chunk of skin ripping his hand back from the vampire.

He smiled, and nodded, "It is meant to be used for hunter stuff. it's the best place to practice, to train and to...sometimes bring the supernatural" He said, finishing his sandwich, going to see what else he could give Elizabeth, feeling as if he wasn't being useful to her. He went through the food he had, but he didn't have much left, some fruit, and then some tinned foods

She continued to nibble at her sandwich while her spoke, getting somewhat close to a half of it. She nodded a bit as he continued making plans, agreeing that he should always have first aid on him. He was injured, but he also had a job where he could get injured alot. She wondered what it would be like to have a family with that kind of job...but decided to focus on thinking about their immediate plans when her question made her thnk about Marl and his daughter. She felt sorry for him...thinking about the amount of pain it must have caused him...

How much had he wanted to kill her when he first had known that she was a supernatural?

She stopped eating as she thought about it, but she continued to watch Connor..especially now that he seemed to be digging around for something.

Connor sighed, unable to find anything that he thought would be suitable for breakfast for Elizabeth, and he guessed that they could stop at the shops, and he'd let Elizabeth pick out something. So he packed everything away, looking around the room to make sure there was nothing left, and he capped the syringe of his blood and packed it away so it would be safe. Marl had ways of getting it analysed, and it would be good to see just how his blood cured, or at least made human vampires.

Would there be a way of curing werewolves?

He frowned, because he could ponder that all day. He wanted to get back to Marl, and then they could find out just how Elizabeth was cured-it was obvious that she needed the basic human things, like food and water, and air. But what lingering skills from being a vampire would there be?

He returned to Elizabeth with a smile, "So, shops, inn, and then some training" He said, :"We can go whenever you're ready" He doned his jacket, and al its weapons again, settling back down. He gave Elizabeth a smile

Ok...so he ahdn't found what he was looking for. She resumed nibbling. Her stomach craved more, she knew, but she didn't think she could handle taking bigger bites than she was already.

It would just have to do for now, but she made plans to go buy hamburgers later.

She watched him as he dealt with his blood and appeared thoughtful, but she wasn't going to ask what he was thinking about. half of it, she was sure, would be about her. She frowned slightly herself when she remembered that she'd be much weaker as a human.

She blinked though, as Connor came back with a smile.

"Where did 'shops' come from?" she asked curiously as she nibbled more at her sandwich. "I thought it was just a pharmacy stop."

Connor chuckled, "Unless you want to survive on apples the rest of the day, then we need more food. I mean, sure we can have fast food, but food taste's better if you make it yourself, I've found at least" He shrugged, "Except Pizza. Pizza tastes best made by someone else" He said with a smile.

He thought for a moment, "I'll go pack the car, and ring up another inn, to see if we can get a room" He also wanted to check and see if there were any more vampires in the town, looking for him. He rose, grabbing his bags and laptop, and loaded the car up, letting his senses roam. He stayed there fore a moment, but couldn't sense anything supernatural, beyond begin things like a stray ghost.

He returned to the room, "We should be okay here another day" He said with confidence, content with that, filling up the couple of empty bottles of water, and then he stood there, thinking about what to do with the remaining blood packets. He could keep them, to lure vampires into traps, he supposed. It seemed odd to return to that with blood packets.

She wasn't sure she remembered what apples tasted like, but she didn't like the idea of only eating one kind of food. She was alive, she could eat many kinds of food, and so she decided that she would. She found herself curious about pizza as he brought it up. For one reason, many many people seemed the like it. And for another, why would only pizza taste better when cooked by someone else? and lastly ,of course, how were they going to cook anything themselves in this or any other hotel Connor would get them?

She didn't have time to talk further though, as n out of his thoughts and go off to do hunter things...and when it came to hunter things, she trusted him enough not to ask.

Lo and Behold, he came back announcing that they would be fine there another day. She found herself confused -again- but decided to not question it. "Until then, I have money that we may use to introduce me to pizza."

"We can get Pizza for dinner" Connor said happily, finding it quite odd, yet oddly reassuring and comforting to have someone to share food with. He smiled running a hand through his hair, seeing the blond hair, and wondering when his natural colour would return, still off put by the lighter colour.

When they were ready, he drove to the shops nearby, grabbing some first aid gear and whatever food he thought would be good, aiming for things with good taste, but not too many flavors, imagining that too many flavors would be overwhelming. He paid for the new inn room, looking about, wary still, and nearly went to go around closing the curtains, as if to protect Elizabeth from the sun. He chuckled to himself, before unloading his weapons, debating about which weapons to train Elizabeth in.

He packed them all up, deciding to wait and see what left over vamperic abilities she might have, imaginging that there had to be some, especially after three hundred years. He also thanked his hindsight for having created a new identiy for her, with a birth certificate.

He led the way to the clearing, turning to Elizabeth when they were there, dropping his duffel full of weapons by his feet. "Lets see what..natural ability you have now"

Elizabeth excitedly looked through the food as he had bought it. She could not wait to taste all the new flavors. Sure, blood had its many flavors too but it was all still blood. It was like living on all the different varieties of tomatoes. There are many, all quite different, but they are all tomatoes.

And when they went to the new inn room, she looked over at the window, smiling and walking over. She looked in the direction she knew the sun would be coming from, happy to know that this time she wouldn't need to take any measures to avoid it killing her. That she would be able to bask in the lord's natural light. This also reminded her that she could attend church, and her heart fluttered with both excitement and nervousness. There was nothing to be nervous of, of course, but it was a remnant of her life as a vampire. Slowly, she tore her eyes away from the window and looked over at Connor. he seemed to be in thought again. She trusted him to make a good choice, whatever it was about, and to tell her when it mattered.

Soon enough, it seemed, it would come to matter. Connor lead Elizabeth into the woods and she watched curiously as dropped the duffel bag onto the ground. She could feel that things were going to be serious now. Connor needed to see where he should start teaching...and he did seem to have that theory that she would have some sort of abilities left over from her vampirism. She nodded, also unsure of what she was capable of. "How?"

Connor shrugged, "well, I can run faster, longer. Jump higher. Stronger. More flexible then I was before" Connor said, shrugging out of his jacket, putting that with his duffel. He had spent the majority of the last four years holding back around other humans, even since Marl had trained him, pretending to just be a normal human. Except when he was running down it fighting supernatural beings. He moved away from Elizabeth, preparing himself to cut lose.

He pushed off the ground, and had run to the other side of the clearing that probably would have broken several world records if he was in competition. He didn't stop, leaping up and grabbing a high tree branch, he pulled himself up, standing on the branch and leaping from one tree to the other, before leaping off the tree he stopped at and landing in the middle of the clearing, ducking into a roll. He had barely broken a sweat, and wasn't even breathing hard.

He noticed he had more endurance and capabilities then the last time he had really cut loose, and that pleased him, but it also worried him. Had the dead mans blood just slowed the inevitable? Connor healed quickly, and he was more or less the same as he had been the last four years, only growing a few Inches and filling out, but didn't appear to have aged much. Was his aging just slowed? And his abilities just growing stronger? He didn't know.

He turned to Elizabeth, rubbing the back of his neck, in embarrassment for showing off somewhat. He cleared his throat, "like that"

Elizabeth was, understandably, impressed and surprised by how much faster and more agile Connor was than a normal human might be...and she started wondering how much she might have retained herself. She raised an eyebrow as he came in for a landing, before appearing embarrassed. "That...was only after...2 minutes you said..."

She looked down at her hands and wondered at that. She should be able to retain plenty then. Even so, she was a bit nervous. While she was certain that he had let loose as part of his training, she had never had any reason to do so - the closest she came to it recently was when she was wrestling with the werewolf.

"And don't act embarrassed...it'll make me feel bad." she muttered a bit as she made sure nothing was on her that would give her unnecessary risk of damage. With a sigh, she finally started. She ran across the clearing and back, slowly speeding up to about how fast she estimated Connor to be, and at full run she was a bit faster. Leaping up, she also grabbed a tree branch but didn't pull herself to the top. Instead she swung a bit before flinging herself (gymnastics style) to a branch higher than that. Catching it, she swung herself, up so that she was crouched onto it. From there she leaped towards the next tree, but wound up leaping over it and deciding to do a mid-air tuck roll. She landed in another crouch on the next tree over.

Having gained a certain confidence in her still lingering abilities, she just started running from branch to branch and tree to tree in circles around the edge of the clearing. It must have been about five times before she finally decided she was over doing it just for an experiment. She stopped her running and jumped down to infront of him, landing in a crouch again before tipping over backwards and laughing while her lungs expanded and collapsed to oxygenate her blood. She was a bit for want of breath, but not like a human who had run a couple miles or anything.

"That was fun."

Connor grinned, watching her, thrilled beyond belief at her abilities, and now he had a good grasp of what she could do, and how to go about teaching her hunting skills. He watched as she landed, and said it was fun. "It is good to cut loose one in a while" Connor agreed happily. "I think learning hand to hand would be the idle thing to start with, and then stakes, and other close quater weapons"

He went to the duffel, dining leather gloves for the simple fact that they would keep the bandages on his hands tight and hopefully prevent some further injury to them. "You were good with the werewolf, but that was mostly wrestling. And hand to hand is more then just punching, blocking and kicking. If you get real good, you can watch your opponent for clues to what they are goig to do. A slight movement if muscle could indicate a punch. Etc etc"

He approached her, and had a moments uneasy about fighting her-not that he believed anything would happen, but Connor was a bit of a gentleman, and tended to dislike hiring women. Especially women he loved he found as he stood there, trying to teach her how to fight. He shifted into a fighting stance "show me a stance"

She took a moment to just lay there and enjoy the feeling of freedom she had gotten from letting herself let loose with her energy like that. It really had been too long. She looked over as he donned some leather gloves and started talking to her about fighting things. She watched him with amusement, but let him talk and she stood up and brushed herself off. Her hands stung, because there were slight abrasions on them from swinging on tree branches but she could easily ignore that. It was a minor annoyance compared to the pain she had been going through so much this past week.

When he took a fighting stance and told her to take one, she stood there and looked him over, scanning him for any weak spots she could see. Then she smiled and stepped to the side, gracefully sliding into a stance that only gave him access to the side of her body and with her right hand in front. She was on the front of her feet and ready to move if he came closer.

"I did not come to be taught ho to fight, Connor, but how to be a hunter...if you wanted to fight me, you could have just asked."

She smiled slightly, but seemed confident yet ready to react quickly.

"I don't know what you can do, really" Connor reply with amusement, "Now I do. I've never taught anyone before, so bear with me" he was satisfied that she knew what to do with hand to hand, and imagined that she was familiar with other forms of fighting now, so he moved away. He doned various weapons around his body-Dagger on one arm, stake on the other in handy sheaths hidden by his jacket sleeves, a gun oh either side in hidden pockets of his jackets, one with rock salt, the other with bullets, ammo-plain bullets and silver bullets spread out in various pockets, and holy water along the rim of his jacket.

"one thing that's important to learn is how to hide your weapons. Don't put holy water in a glass vial in a pocket. Glass hurts to get out your butt" He said, "Pick some weapons, hide them over your body, and lets see how you can do drawing them. A hard to draw weapon could cost your life" It seemed like a simple thing, but one he had had to learn the hard way when training with Marl.

He waited for her to pick some weapons, thinking that he'd have to increase his stock, and get some more holy water, as well as some Dead Mans Blood, and rock salt. "The hardest thing to learn is what kills what"

She watched him carefully, even as he moved away- but she only started dropping out of stance when he started putting weapons on. Knowing that he wasn't going to try and kill her anytime soon, she walked over and watched as he slipped everything into place. She raised a brow at how well stocked her was too-there was more on him than she ever guessed even having lived with him for a week.

She listened as he spoke and nodded, picking some things up. She had already had her gun on hand, but for reasons she had left her stake and knife out. She grabbed a knife and stake to bring her up to what she usually carried, and switched the gun so that it was on the inside of her right side. That would force her to draw with her left hand when she was more comfortable with her right, but she had also learned how to shoot with both hands so she didn't particularly mind it all that much. She slid the knife and stake on the left since she didn't feel comfortable drawing those with her left hand. Then she grabbed three other, smaller and sheathed knives and stuck one in each shoe and then slid one under the strap of her panties in the front.

Finally, she turned to Connor -and while staring directly at him- slowly slid a vial of holy water in between her breasts.

"Well?"