"I tried to fight… he didn't like that…." And she swallowed again, sniffled, and then licked her lips, "he stabbed me…" the tears welled up but she didn't cry, she merely pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and sniffled again, "I can still feel it sometimes… even if the pain is gone the memory is still there, deep within the muscle…" she professed. "When I fell to the ground he kicked me in the head… and everything started to fade in and out… I don't… remember what happened after that… just pictures of the dreams that I had and going from being too cold and numb to very warm and very much in pain. I woke hours later in my room and my friend Desmond was there…I was covered in blood and so was he… my blood. He'd saved my life by giving me his blood." And she paused yet again, stopping her story there because if she were to continue she'd recall once more the feeling of his hands upon her hips and the way for just a minute there her body did call to him and wish to give itself to him, it was her heart however and a fear of the creature that stared back at her that caused her to hold her ground, pleading with him to think clearing, and thank God that her friend was still somewhere within reasoning or else her story might have ended very differently. "I'm glad I don't remember that part… having someone else's blood in my mouth… my blood is bad enough tasting when I cut my gums flossing."
Leaning against a nearby wall in the back corner of the library Beth finally looked upon Wyatt, a small sniffle yet again as the tears subsided and retreated behind her eyes. "My friend Desmond is a half vampire…" Like with any drug there were side effects, "I've been avoiding him though" she admitted with her gaze once more turned down and a lick of her lips, ashamed of the imagines and fantasies that passed before her vision with the thought of Desmond, and she shook her head as though she might be able to clear her head but the imagines clung to her like sweat, trickling down your spin and ruining your best summer dress as you walked from one destination to the next. It was unwanted and unnecessary, "one class here at Alden and you know that vampire blood… even half vampire blood… it's addictive, and I don't want to feed the addiction."
"Desmond said that it might wear off with time…I hope he's right because he's got someone in his life and I only want for him to be happy...he deserves happiness and love…" and she smiled, this time without the festering images that plagued her constantly with every thought of her friend, but rather this time she saw her friend as he was, as she'd seen him on that first day of meeting, "he's a good who doesn't give himself enough credit." Beth sighed now, pushing her fingers through her hair and looking once again upon the tall and handsome being before her.