Claude's eyes flew open as he heard her speak. His chest lossened and his heart slowed down, his panic attack fading."I love you!" Cluade said to her, trying to compose himself. "I'm so sorry" a few tears fell from his eyes, landing on her. He had fallen in love with her in only a few short days, but he couldn't even imagine life without her now. The instinct to protect her told him of Tom before Stella even knew, but he wasn't going to move yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave her side until he held just a moment longer. Claude held her close, pouring his love out onto her until the last second. As Tom rose the weapon above his head and Stella warned him, Claude turned, letting Stella down gently before sending a clawed hand straight through Tom's chest. His fangs were bared and he did not regret killing to protect Stella. As Tom died, Claude shoved him with all his might, hurling Tom out the window from the balcony. Claude was worried Stella would be mad at him, so he didn't turn to face her yet