Those eyes were the first thing he noticed when he looked at her; they were not the eyes of a witch, but the eyes of a demon. Could it be possible that she was a rare hybrid of a demon and a witch? No that would be impossible there were only a few cases where that had happened and they never survived long. Demons and witches were very different and the witch half always combated the demon half, ending with an internal struggle that led to the personâ€™s death. He had watched it happen, too, that internal struggle only the hybrid had been a demon and an angel. Deziel recalls how that person was in so much pain that they literally tore their own wings off before slamming their head into a wall repeatedly until they were dead. It was something that was decided long ago that all demons had to watch whenever a forbidden act was committed.<br/><br/>Deziel snorted, smiling when she said she was sick of his â€˜gamesâ€™, hissing at him. That all faded when she said that she really did love him.<br/><br/>Was she really telling the truth? Did she love him, or was she just saying that so he wouldnâ€™t kill her like she had last time? He glared at her for a moment, watching the blood pool form slowly. But then another realization sank in: could he really leave her there like that? Since he had just fed he wasnâ€™t hungry, but since it had been elderly blood there was still a craving for something more filling. He didnâ€™t want to overeat, but the blood of a hybrid would beâ€¦ wonderful. No. He shook his head to get that thought out of his head knowing that he had to help her. There was no way he could leave her hereâ€¦ that feeling from earlier was rising up inside of him again and it refused to let her just die here. He had to save her, he had to, but what could he do?<br/><br/>Quickly, he picked her up and took her to the upstairs guest room and laid her on the bed, applying pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. Deziel might not have been a doctor but he indeed knew a few things plus he figured if she was a hybrid then she would have no problem healing once she was patched up. He pulled her shirt off and began wrapping what was left of the bandage in the first aid kit around her wound after he had cleaned it up as gentle as possible. He was running out of time and he had to act fast but he knew not to go too fast otherwise the healing process would not kick in as it should since hybrids were delicate. Hybrids were powerful as all hell, but when they received injuries they did not heal the same way, again with the conflicting internal battle. One wanted to do one thing, while the other wanted to heal a different way.<br/><br/>Elizabeth was probably in so much painâ€¦<br/><br/>When he finished he got into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her as he had earlier. A feeling of apology hit him then. Perhaps he should have been a bit nicer to her; maybe she would not have done that to herself. He wasnâ€™t sure whether to actually feel sorry for what he did, on second thought, or just think she was incredibly stupid for trying to kill herself.