As much as he hated to admit it there was a sharp pain in his chest as he continued to drink her blood. It felt wonderful to have feasted even if a part of him felt it was so wrong of him to do this to her. He still felt denial, as well as other things he refused to admit, but at the same time he knew this was for the best. For both of them. He knew he could not keep her here like he did his other victims, slowly feasting off of them until nothing was left, so he was a bit hasty in killing her. It almost brought relief to him when he felt her body weakening, her heart rate dropping, her skin turning pale. But then the strangest thing happened that made him stop and right then he could not explain why her voice got to him like it did.<br/><br/>â€˜I forgive you.â€™<br/><br/>Those words made Deziel freeze and he completely stopped what he was doing, gazing absently at Elizabethâ€™s unconscious body. Something changed in him then; it was a subtle change, like he felt like he could no longer hold back his feelings. It still made him sick and it felt like someone was taking a fork and stabbing him in the abdomen but he almost wanted to embrace that feeling. Like his entire body was mocking himâ€¦ The feeling was still very strange to him, and he still did not understand it, but something about those words made him give up the fight against it. His expression softened a bit and he almost felt sorry for what he did. He then got off of her and placed her in a more comfortable position, moving her hair out of her face.<br/><br/>He has kidnapped and killed many women over the years, but he has never encountered a woman that has made him feel like this before. He would not deny that he truly did want to hate her for it but strangely he wanted to thank her as well. She had showed him this poisonous emotion that made him sick, but it felt great. Well, maybe not that great, but it did somehow make him feel good inside. He would be lying if he said that he did not want to feel it again, he decided.<br/><br/>Quietly, he left the room and went back upstairs. He went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of water and retrieved another apple from the basket in the kitchen. Then he went back downstairs, to where she was still sleeping, and placed the items near her on the bed. When left the room again he didnâ€™t even lock the door, he just closed it and went to go sit on the couch again while he smoked another cigarette. Deziel didnâ€™t really reflect on what he had done, but rather he thought about how satisfying it had been to finally taste some human blood. He decided to leave it at that, however, since his mind simply insisted on going back to Elizabeth no matter what he thought about.<br/><br/>Eventually, he cleared his mind for a moment. By allowing himself to feel emotion, he also began to feel a bit tired. It was also a strange feeling, but he knew if he didn't get any sleep he would pass out eventually later on. Sighing to himself, he put out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the coffee table and decided to take a much needed nap.