"Last night should not have happened." Desmond said as he forced himself up to his feet, he stumbled and leaned against the wall, however, dizzy from the lack of blood that was in his system. Still, now he could at least control himself, as long as he stayed in the light. "I should have been there to protect you, instead it was only by chance I found you... and... I did the only thing I knew would save your life..." Slowly he moved and went to her window, leaning against the sill as he looked outside and breathed in the crisp morning air from it.
"You will likely live to see 150 summers." Desmond said softly. "If not more, provided you die by natural means." he said softly, closing his eyes. "And you will be attracted to me... drawn to me. Anything that you feel for me now... will be a lie." He breathed out slowly, knowing the pain of those words. "If you are honest with yourself you are probably already feeling the draw of it. The blood will draw you to me, but it will not be out of love, just instinct. It is not uncommon for those who injest vampiric blood to fall in love with those who gave it to them, but it is not a real love. Just the same love an opium addict feels for the poppy, an unconscious pulling..."
And therein lay the tragedy of it all. He saved her. But in order to save her, he gave up on ever truly being able to trust in her feelings for him, that they were not inspired by some drug flowing through her veins.
"There is someone else. A woman." he said softly. "I do not know what she will do when I tell her of all of this."