Desmond just waited, just waited there in the darkness, his eyes tracing the lines of the room as she left. He could hear her in the other room, starting to wash herself off, he could hear her heart beating erratically as she tried to figure out what had happened to her, knowing that eventually she would come to him for the answers, and eventually he would need to tell her the truth, he would need to confess to her everything that would come for her after he had done what it was that he had done to her... But he did not want to go in and tell her now... not in this twisted nightmare of an unending dream...
And then she was back, coming up to him, gripping his arm and holding herself against him. He could feel her heart beating against him through his arm as he shuddered a little. She was tempting him and he could not give into it... even if it seemed to be all that he wanted to do, all that he wanted feel at this moment. He tried to hold on and yet he could feel himself starting to slip away slowly, the lines of anxiety being pushed down by pure... molten desire at this point. He groaned a little at the idea of it.
She asked what it was that happened to her, and he murmered out in a half dreamy sort of way. "You were stabbed... you almost died. I could not have gotten you to a hospital fast enough to save you, and even if I had... you still might have died. Dhampir blood heals... and unlike vampire blood it won't turn you... I knew if I gave you my blood you would live..." he whispered softly. "But it would also mean that..." Desmond blinked a little as he felt her clinging to him. "You should... get away from me Beth... I am so.. hungry... and when a dhampir feels the need to feed, all of their desires... are magnified..." he murmered as he looked at her...
At the same time though she would feel his hand pushing it's way up the outside of her thigh beneath her skirt, guiding her up to straddle him slowly his hands pushing her skirt up until it was pooled against his arms that were at her waist, his hands then gripping her waist to press her down against his jeans, where something firm was pressing back as he murmured. "I just want to protect you Beth..." he whispered in a surreal tone. It made sense in his mind... all he had to do was rob her of that thing that was making him so hungry and she would be so much safer...