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I sit there for a while, trying to decide how I even feel about Gabby killing the woman. I guess nothing, really. I'm too used to people dying because of me. This woman was just one more. I sigh inwardly while I try to comfort Gabby.

Eventually, I kind of shift, mumbling quietly something about leaving.

"What are we going to do about...?" she whispers, tilting her head in the direction of the body.

"Don't worry about it, just wait outside for me. Clean up first, though." Nodding, she stands up and walks into the bathroom, attempting to keep her eyes off the woman's body. I grab a knife from the kitchen and set about cutting the man's wrist open some more with it to make it look like a suicide, before taking it upstairs and making the woman's death look like her husband had been the one to murder her. I take the knife back downstairs and, ignoring the blood pumping from his wrist still, I cover the knife in his finger prints and drop it next to him.

When I'm done with that, I wander back up to see how Gabby's doing. When I go in, she's standing at the sink, topless and scrubbing at her shirt furiously.

"You okay?" I ask quietly, hovering in the doorway.

"It won't come off."

"We'll get you some more clothes before we go back," I shrug. Not sure how, but I can hardly let my girlfriend walk around in blood stained clothes can I?

She sighs and stops trying to wash it, closing her eyes, "I don't have anything to wear until then." I don't say anything, stripping off my hoodie and handing it to her. She pulls it on and mumbles a "thanks", but she can't look me in the eye. I sigh and offer her my hand.

"C'mon, let's get outta here." She takes my hand and kind of clings to me as we walk out of the house together. The sunlight tingles on my skin, but the recent feed has numbed it. I can last like this for a good few hours if I don't tire myself out.

I hadn't realised I was being quiet til I hear Gabby whispering again, "I'm really sorry..." I glance her and she avoids my gaze. I squeeze her hand gently.

"It's not your fault."

"I-I know, but..." she sighs, "Sorry."

"Don't apologise."

"Why not?"

"What's the point in apologising for something that's beyond your control?" If anything, it's mine. I should have been more careful and I wouldn't have turned her in the first place and she wouldn't be like this. I try to ignore the pang of guilt and the fleeting thought that turning her fully might help her control it properly.

"But it could easily have been in my control. If I'd used a knife instead of biting, the wound wouldn't've been so bad... If I hadn't tried to take so much... If I hadn't panicked when I realised she was losing a lot of blood fast... I didn't even try to use one of the towels or something to stop it. I'm so stupid." I put a finger over her lips.

"We just need to feed more often so you don't get so thirsty. It's my fault for being an ass hole about feeding." She tilts her head and gently bites my finger.

"You're not an ass hole." I just frown. I'm an ass hole, and I'm responsible for this mess. I just don't know what to do about that. 


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