Desmond nearly wretched as he felt the thoughts burn into his brain, realizing with full horror that such things had likely already been done to her... no... tried to be done to her. He could smell the innocence on her blood, the thought of it inspiring more twisted thoughts that made him loathe himself even more as he forced himself to stand, numbly reaching down and grabbing the bouquette of roses as he held her in his arms for a moment, and then forced his body to move to run with her away from his this place. There would already be enough questions about his yelling shortly. The last thing Alden needed was a controversy involving a dhampir... much less poor Beth.
When he got outside of her dorm room, he noted the window was cracked, and after a quick sweep of her room to make certain it was empty, he gestured with his hand to pull the window open and then leapt with her in his arms, landing on the edge of the window sill, gently turning so that she did not hit her head as he slid with her into her room, setting her body down on the bed. A slew of terrible thoughts entered his head as he layed her down on top of her bed sheets, and his fingertips trembled a little as he realized how easy it would be to reach for her, only to force himself to stop.
Yet he could not bring himself to leave her. Her breathing was stronger now and yet the possibility that he might not have given her enough blood gnawed at the back of his mind like a worm, burrowing deeper into his skull. It was paranoia, and yet he could not take the possibility, the risk. He'd come so close to losing her for his lack of a promise, that he refused to leave her again like this. So he instead moved to the corner, as far away from her bed as he could manage, and curled there, pulling his knees up to his chest. The jeans there were soaked in her blood and so he tore violently the fabric from the knees of his jeans and tossed them to the side of her room.
The next hours were agony incarnated. Desmond sat there, shivering as he smelt her blood from across the room, and yet refused to leave her. At first he had hoped to listen to music loudly in the hopes of distracting himself, but as he pulled the iPod out of his pocket he noticed the display had cracked violently itself from the sound of his screaming earlier. And so there was only the soft sound of Beth breathing to pass the time. As he felt his body try to betray him he gripped his arms, never before having wished so hard for nails in order to dig into his arms and rend his flesh...
So instead he bit his hand with a violent strength. His own blood would not affect him, and the pain was deliciously distracting as he wiggled his fangs in his skin, keeping him both conscious and in control of himself. Desmond knew that it was just a game of attrition at this point, trying to hold out as long as he could before the sweet rays of the sun rose over the horizon...
He would just need to wait until the sun came up...