She cried some more soaking his shoulder. "I'm sorry".
”Don’t be.” he whispered, placing a feather-light kiss against her temple.
Betty looked up at him her tears still watery and tears still running down her cheeks.
He didn't bother to ask if she was feeling better. It was obvious. Lysander brushed away some of her tears, ”May I take you to the living room so you can rest a bit? Or would you prefer your own room?”
She hugged him tighter "P-please don't leave me P-please" she said.
He shook his head. ”I wasn't going to. I just thought you might like to lay down and rest.”
Betty was shaking in fear, She didn't hear his words but she was too scared. Scared he would leave her. he was all she had.
Lysander held her close. ”I’m not going to go anywhere, Betty.”
She hugged him tighter then, Her eye color turned white. "I'm not going anywhere Betty" Lysander said. They were at a pathway in thew woods he was in a tux and betty was in a white wedding dress. Betty's eyes turned normal but a cut appeared on her arm.
The faint smell of blood jolted Lysander but he managed to pull away slowly and looked at her arm. He raised a brow, ”How did this happen? It wasn't there a minute ago.”
"I told you I'm not normal" she said.
”I thought you were referring to your family being werewolves. If you didn't mean them…” Lysander trailed off. ”In what way, then, did you mean?”
Betty looked at him with a mysterious look.
Lysander met her gaze, unblinking. ”Please, tell me. I know you have no reason to trust someone like me. A bloodsucking stranger. But I don't want you to think I won't care if something happens to you.”
"It's nothing" she said.
Lysander rolled his eyes. ”Please, I asked you not to lie to me.” he gently cupped her cheek, ”I already said I have sharp ears. I can't help but hear your heart race.” he chuckled humorlessly with a shrug. ”It’s a part of being the kind of monster that I am.”
"Your not a monster" Betty said and kissed his cheek.
Yes, I am. Lysander sighed. ”It’s kind of you to say that, but you don't know everything I have done. I know I don't look it but I am very old. I have to drink the blood of other people who are still alive or I go into a rampage I can't control.” Please understand.
"I know but you see if you need my blood that's fine" she said.
Lysander shook his head. ”Don't tempt me with that.” he took a couple of steps back but still held her arm gently. ”I wasn't asking for yours. I don't want to hurt you. I have other ways that I have used for a very long time.”
" My father used me as a blood bag I had to feed all my brothers and a few vampires" Betty said.
”He… What?!?” Lysander could barely believe that anyone could treat this girl that way. What kind of a father is he? He closed his eyes to restrain himself before he looked at Betty. ”Because he is your father, I won't hurt him, if only for your sake but I promise you that kind of thing will never happen again.”
"Thank you " she said quietly.
”You’re welcome.” was his simple reply. He was aware that he was not human anymore but that wouldn't stop Lysander from showing the girl the decency and respect she should have been given her whole life. ”Now, if you're not going to tell me how this cut suddenly appeared on its own, at least let me bind it.”
"No it won't work it has to heal on it's own" Betty said.
”So you’ll risk your own health?” he asked, raising a brow. No vampire had the ability to heal another person, without turning them and he had no intention of robbing her of her life.
She took his hand and put it on her cheek "Look" Betty's eyes turned white once more. she showed him the moment she was born and her mother died. A moment when her brothers fed on her. She showed him where they kissed after she got done showing him this vision. She showed him a near death experince with a vampire and she showed them kissing on thier wedding day. She slowly started to remove her hand.
Lysander let out a small gasp of surprise as the images played out in his mind. He committed the face of the vampire she showed him to memory but he wouldn't touch her family. The sight of them kissing, not once but twice, was like watching a dream. He knew their wedding was going to happen no matter what but he wasn't going to rush her into it but the vision of her in that dress… It didn't seem too far ahead. ”You’re an Oracle.” he nearly whispered.
Betty pulled back "I'm not normal" She said a cut growing on her neck.
“You’re gifted,” he argued gently, making himself look only at her eyes. ”A gift like yours should be treasured. You should never have gone through all that torture. Now, please, let me bandage those cuts. If not for your sake, then for mine.” Lysander begged.