Crawkid

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And she listened, she listened to all of it. He didn't answer all of her questions, but he answered the ones that seemed to matter. She felt hurt and pity for him when he spoke harshly about himself, and was touched by the last few things he had said. She looked up at him, seeing his pain...knowing now how frustrated he must being feeling about himself, and baout what's been happening. She vaguely noted where they were going, destination wise, but her mind kept replaying the more emotional part of his answer to her.

She placed her hand over his heart, again feeling his heatrtbeat. "You're wrong..' she said finally, quietly, "about being inhuman...People will do things for their own gain, commit sins...that is as part of being human as much as caring for another or being selfless is. And, Connor...you ARE still human. You are not some selfish asshole who only thinks for himself. If you were as bad as you feel you are, you would not have let me or that werewolf live. You wouldn't care about the farm being in your family...you wouldn't care about losing Bessie....why...if you didn't care about anyone but yourself...I doubt you would have been a hunter in the first place."

Gently, she puts her hands on either side of his face and looks at him. "but you ARE a hunter. You protect innocent people from being slaughtered or turned. You saw past my curse, and that of the werewolf girl. You gave us refuge when we needed it. You care for Bessie so much, she has connected with you and few others. You saved a girl from being raped...gave me something to hope for, didn't give up on me when I started to...and even though you've rationalize that that werewolf girl is probably dead, you're hoping that she isn't...and all you want...is to not be alone...and to feel like it's all been worth it...that you did some good with your life. Connor...I wish to tell you so much that you have done more than your fair share of good things...but I'm not even sure if I can break through this wall of self-doubt that you have up around you."

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"about where we're going..and what's going on in your head." She closed in on him a bit,. She could tell that he was nervous and frightened but she felt like she had to know, that she had to push the limits to get her answers. After all, he was the leader here - but she had thoughts and feelings too. she needed to know what has changed between them in order to know how to proceed with their kind of teamwork.

She had him against the car, but this time she only slowly went for his hands. "What was going through your head when I had you against the wall? What was going through your head when you switched out your ammo? What was going through your head when you shot me?" She looked at him directly in the eyes now, "What were you thinking about when you went out to find someone for me? When you threw him into the room? When you waited outside? When you did not look or speak to me for almost the entire ride here? What were you thinking about so much that you, a hunter, did not notice when someone walked up to you? I know you have things on your mind, and they must weigh pretty heavily for you to do something completely different than what you've done before you met me....But I left a fairly comfortable life because of you, and I need to know where the hell I am going."

(oh please do not try to answer any of those before she gets done speaking XD)

She looked intent for a while before dropping her eyes and quieting down, "I also need to know why the one person I need to stay alive is making such stupid mistakes all the time...when I know he's better than that." She sighed, and her shoulders dropped as she went to lay her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat very clearly now, but she didn't move or twitch. She just listened.

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Connor had been thinking longer than he thought. Elizabeth was already done taking her bath and was standing nearby , wiping herself down with that traveling washcloth, which actually worked very well when she took it right out of the its small, compressed packaging. Since she was right next to him, she chuckled when he asked if she would be much longer. "Just a bit. and then we can go."

She had been watching him while drying herself off, well the parts that weren't already clothed, and saw that he was thinking some rather serious things. But then, she had been too. While they were in a bit of a hurry, at least he was, she had to get him to talk now....because she wouldn't be able to trap him while in the car and he'd be too jumpy later considering how many mistakes he'd made that night already...and now this, she had gotten right up next to him without him pulling out of his thoughts. She folded up the little half-damp washrag. She still wasn't completely dry, but since when did any sort of towel get all the moisture?

"Now that we're on a talking basis again, you and I REALLY need to talk." she looked at him a bit concerned. "If I'm going to keep following you, there are of course things I need to know. "

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She felt some of the heaviness between them life as he came to grip with what he duid, well kind of. She could tell that he was willing to move forward but she thought that it might be because he had no real answer. She wondered briefly aboutb why it was that he thought he had to feed her, but those thoughts weren't for now. She had business to attend to.

Yet, when she tried to attent to them, he would keep on talking...and he was right, she could hear him but only because she was what she was. She listened and thought about ever word for a moment before sighing. "If you want us to get to town faster, then maybe you should stop rambling and let me take my bath. " and was going to go after that but she stopped and looked back at him, "and don't look!"

She turned back and smiled. Did she think he was going to look? Not really. It was a possibility because he was so young but she didn't see enough of it in his character to actually have reason to suspect that he would. Truthfully, it was more to possibly get things back to normal then it was to warn him away.even so, she hoped he didn't look.

Making her point about time already, she made her way over to the lake, waded in and set her things on the dock. Soon she was slowly peeling the blood soaked garments off and dropping them into the lake's waters. She didn't need them, and keeping them around would probably make him unecessarily uncomfortable. Putting her hair up, she quietly scooped the cold water up and onto her pale skin, gently rubbing away the red staining liquid that had not been cleaned off before.

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She let him do whatever he needed to. She gathered and prganized the things she needed at the moment. a change of clothes, her pills, and one of those travel washcloths. She didn't have a towel at the moment,. so she was going to have to make due. She diodn't mind, being cold and wet didn't have the same effect on her as it did for a human.

Once she was all set up, she watched him stare at the lake for a while. She imagined that he was a teenager just now knowing what it took to be a man in a harsh world...though she knew he was no longer an adolescent. Either way, she knew he had some things to sort out...even as his silence and her guilt were slowly killing her inside. It will be fine, she told herself. The worst is over now. she no longer felt the need to drink him to death. The worst they can come to now is splitting up....even if he had done it to keep her around, which she had some doubts about because he had made it clear that he would kill her if she stepped wrong....and she had practically told him that she was giving up.

Maybe he had seen hope for her and tried to get her back by feeding her himself...she wasn't sure, there were too many things that could have been running through his head, and she wasn't a psychic.

Shaking her head free of the thoughts that came to her mind, she slipped off her shoes and grabbed her things. She needed a bath...but as she went to pass him to go into the lake, he turned around and looked at her, appearing as if he was ready to talk.

"Faced your demon?" she asked quietly, not looking him in the eye directly. Technically, her fate was in his hands right now...and she knew it.

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She didn't like the silence. She also didn't like the fact that even though he had done something that was so against him for her, and she had expended all of her moist towelettes to clean up- he still hadn't looked at her. He could have easily killed her when she made it clear that she couldn't hold herself together any more...but he didn't...

She spent most of the ride looking out the window, but occasionally she'd glance over at him. He'd still not have looked at her. He could have killed her, the thought would come back, but he didn't...yet somehow, she was feeling guilty about that man. not because he was a god man- she had learnt better....but because she was the reason,soemhow, for Connor to find that man in the first place. And connor wasn't stupid, he'd have known that she was going to kill him.

Another glance at him, only to find him still staring at the road again.

She was about to just give up and stare out the window for the rest of the ride to....wherever they were going. But he spoke. She eagerly perked up as he began to speak, but her eagerness waned when she realized it was just an apology for shooting her, and the uneeded explanation of where he had gotten the guy, though it gave her a minute point of satisfation to know that she had made one less horrible man on the street.

She remained silent though, watching him to see if there was a chance for him to continue speaking. But it was a long while, and she figured there wouldn't be. Then a lake came into view, and by the looks of it, there was a small park/parking lot attached where people could picnic and/or go fishing. She saw this as the perfect place to get some things done. She could clean up better and get changed, and she could deal with the mess that they were in. She needed to know what was going on inside his head because it seemed like he wanted her around, but she wouldn't be able to handle it if he was this awkward around her.

"Pull in here." she said quietly, pointing to the park/parking lot.

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Her eyes grew wide when she heard the gun shot and felt the sting in her shoulder. For the split second before the blood took effect, she expected for everything to end with her turning to dust. But instead her body went limp and she found herself in his arm...looking to him for an answer.

He provided none, only apologizing and running off. Pain set in. It started in her shoulder but quickly engulfed her enitre body. She barely had time to question what it was he was apologizing for between the bouts of pain and her trying to flounder around the room. She was almost to the window when another wave of pain hit her, and her body seized and unseized several times before she just slipped into unconciousness.

When she came to it was from the sound of door opening and closing. She still felt sluggish, in pain, and slightly nausious- something she almost didn't recognize because its been so long. Looking around her, she saw a man laying on the floor but no trace of Connor. Her eyes stayed on the man, and she vaguely questioned what was going on...if connor was behind this...or even still around.

She was still sluggish when Connor's chosen victim started coming to. he too, looked around and was greatly confused. He demanded answers from Elizabeth, seeing as she was the only person around to talk to...but she just remained silent and sluggish acting so she could feel the pain and foggy-headedness receeding. She smiled to herself as he muttered something about her being useless for information but that he might use her for something else. A perfect target, no one she'd need to torture herself over trying to keep alive.

Her thirst came back in possibly the biggest wave she ever felt and even if she had been looking to hold it back, she would have failed. But her thirst washed over her and she found herself standing up and grabbing him and throwing him against the wall with a new burst of energy. Connor might even have heard the commotion and the man's screams even through the windows of the car. For a brief moment that felt long extended to her, Elizabeth was gone her body completely run on the curse and the instincts that came with it. The blood flowed freely and she partook in it just as freely- even going beyond the point where he would die of blood loss. She took all of it, shredding his body as much as she needed it until she couldn't gather any more.

When her sanity was back, she gathered the largest body parts, threw them in the tub, turned the shower on, washed her hands, left a note saying "identity theft, bitches!" in really boxy lettering and grabbed her things. Not taking the time to check for connor first, she opened the door and jumped onto the roof, landing in a low stance. Her eyes quickly adjusted and showed her what she needed to know- people were mostly still inside and someone was on the phone with their back turned towards her and...connor's car.

She jumped from the roof of the hotel and to infront of the car, seeing that connor was actually inside, she slid in and slammed the door. "drive now" she said quickly, even though she was fairly certain that she didn't have to. Her hands and objects and packages of moist towelettes went flying onto the floor of the car as she tried to clean herself up as much as possible. It would take her entire stock of towelettes.

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"Torturing myself." she answered quietly, lifting him up slightly but then setting him on his feet and releasing his wrists. She took only one step back, and kept her eyes on the floor, though her face would appear to be quite sad..and truthfully...if she still had the ability to cry, she would be doing just that. Her eyes looked over at a pile, she had gathered her stuff already.

"...I'm leaving now....I'll probably kill people on my way out."

She needed to get away from him, she told herself. She was losing it, and she knew the next person she would see probably wouldn't escape her thirst alive. It was too late for her, and she should have known it. And she should also have known that a vampire can't work with a hunter. A hunters job was dangerous, so there would no doubt be blood involved. She cringed at the thought of how quickly she would devolve if so little of his blood pushed her this far.

She can't be saved, she told herself, but maybe she can save him...from herself. That is...if she can get out the door without turning right around and killing him. She sighed softly to herself, before cutting her breath off again and clenching he fists and teeth. She really did wish she could still cry.

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She took a light but sharp intake at that, and felt her chest press up against his. She was going to pull away, that's what she told herself. But she found herself gently nuzzling into his neck, feeling the warmth on her face. It was comforting, in a way...to have this warm flesh to touch as much as she wanted. She even went so far as to place her lips on him, feeling his heartbeat radiate from his carotid.

But she didn't bite. Pulling herself away as she extended her fangs to do so, she stared at the spot on his neck she had just visited, how it very slightly shimmered under the light of the hotel room. Her every instinct was to bite it, to stop torturing herself. Even her throat was in pain from the intense need, though it had felt the presence of blood not too long ago. Instead she back up lightly, and gently kissed his cheek.

"Connor." she answered, also whispering. She didn't look him in the eyes, she wasn't sure what he would read if she did...but she noted that his voice was even, and not shaky at all. She briefly wondered if he really was just waiting for death...despite how alive he acted around her. Her voice wasn't as even though, how could it be, when she was trembling so much?

"What is it?"

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(this post, with it's obvious Over Powering...was allowed XP)

And she was right there to meet him. As quick as any vampire, she grabbed his wrists and used them to pull his body over to the nearest wall and press him up against it. She didn't look quite insane yet but obvious to any person, this behavior is a bit off. At this close a distance he would be able to hear her inhale slightly, just as she could hear his and his heart beat. She shook her head slightly so that she could better ignore it. The point here wasn't to actually attack him...though it was tempting now that she was actually this close...but she wanted his reaction. Strange thing for a vampire that almost would have been dusted because of his reaction to her.

Regardless, she slowly pressed up closer to him, her lips almost touching his warm flesh, but she wasn't going for the spot a vampire feeds at, a couple inches down, she was right below his ear. She paused right there, her breath was still, as was the rest of her body minus the intense trembling. It was so easy...so, so easy...yet she did not...wait, she told herself...wait...

(yea a post just to get his reaction XP)