Oh he did notice the sudden change a bit too quickly for comfort. Immediately he tensed when he caught the strong scent of a witch in his house and he snarled, heart pounding as he panicked. His temper became even worse once he recognized it as Elizabethâ€™s scent. No wonder why she was staying here with him! She was a witch looking to kill him, he should have known, and that was frightening in all honestly. Not only was it day time but witches were very powerful and since he hasnâ€™t fed off much human blood lately he wasnâ€™t strong enough to fight back. If he couldnâ€™t hold back his father, there was no way in hell he could hold back a witch. He should have known when he snatched her that she looked too innocent, to helpless to be true. Witches were clever women and they knew just how to lure a demon into their trap. Has he really become that weak?<br/><br/>The last thing he needed was both Hunters and witches after him. It made him cringe, and he could feel his need for blood become stronger. He needed anything to keep him from breaking down, and when he caught the scent of someone outside he couldnâ€™t help but look out. There was an elderly woman outside. Deziel knew that the blood of an elderly person was not as satisfying as the blood of someone young and healthy but it was all he had right now. He approached her, smiled, and then turned grim as he immediately dragged her inside and sank his teeth into her neck. He had a feeling his actions probably drew the attention of the hunter but at this point he didnâ€™t care.<br/><br/>If they wanted him dead that badly then let them come! He would cut them all down. They were not taking him without a fight; he never let them take him down no matter how many times Hunters have tried to slaughter him. However, a witch would prove difficult. All his life he has tried to avoid them, living amongst the humans as best he could without drawing attention. He was such a fool for not listening to his father, even if he felt he was far too old to listen to daddy. Perhaps he still should have heeded his warning and not he was regretting it. He could hear his fatherâ€™s laughter in the back of his mind and it only added to his anger. Deziel had to inflict harm on someone or something or else he would destroy himself. And it just so happened that Elizabeth was the closest thing near him that he could do just that, witch or no if she bled then she could also feel pain and die.<br/><br/>He stormed down the stairs quickly, feeling an unsettling feeling in his stomach since he had consumed too much of that old womanâ€™s too fast that caused him to stop for a moment and collect himself.<br/><br/>Taking a few deep breaths he neared the door, slowly, smoking a cigarette so he could at least some sense of civility. She though he was getting off on her? Wrong. Why could she not see that his feelings were real? Why could she not see that he was just trying to protect her from his father, knowing full well that even a witch would have trouble fending him off no matter how powerful she was? He had tried to be nice to her and in the end she just turned to be another witch wanting him dead. It honestly ate him up inside in so many ways that he didnâ€™t even know how to describe it. The feeling made him want to vomit again. His breathing was becoming heavier; her aura was strong but he had to make her suffer for lying to him.<br/><br/>Slowly, he unlocked the doorâ€¦