Conner slipped back in her window again. In his hand was a cross. A cross he had taken from the neck of the bastard that would dare hurt her. A Cross that was stained with blood where Jesus would normally hang.

"He Got off light" Conner thought remembering what he had done to the bastard. Conner remembered how he drove his blade into the man's liver and gave it a twist. Once the man's own fluids were poisoning him Conner severed his lower spine so he couldn't walk and then watched him die. That is what those get who dare hurt someone who belongs to him.

Conner again saw her sleeping, he walked over to her, saw the bruise on her cheek was healing. Slowly but it was healing. He bent over and kissed it again. Conner saw she was wearing the blue nightgown he had left for her. That made him happy.

Conner did feed from her this night, He needed the strength. He drank in her sweet blood and felt himself grow strong again. Once the wound was closed he made his way over to the desk. Conner set the cross down and on a piece of paper he wrote: "Never Again." mixing and matching his left and his right hand for the letters as to change how he writes.

Conner made his way out the window. A satisfied look in his eyes. He had protected his own. Even if she didn't know it...

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