Connor watched her, shivering slighty as she lifted him, and let his wrists go. He shifted, hand reaching for the gun on the table, with the dead mans blood as she said "I'm Leaving now, I'll probably kill people on my way out"

And Connor didn't hesitate, because he knew that meant she was leaving, and wasn't coming back. He didn't hesitate, as he took aim quickly, and shot her in the shoulder, catching her before she could fall. He knew she would feel sluggish, slow, and perhaps unfocused or become unconscious. He knew the pain would be great, and he whispered, "I'm Sorry" as he laid her down gently. 

He was gone in seconds, outside, and running down the street, running through the darkened streets, and towards the local bar. He didn't have to search long to find what he needed, as a girl gave a long, piercing scream. 

He turned into an ally by the bar, and a store, seeing a man and a girl. The girl was struggling, the mans hand over her mouth, and Connor took the few steps, and tore the man from the girl, slamming his fist into his face. The girl fled, crying, and Connor beat the man into unconsciousness. 

Perhaps the monsters he hunted weren't the real monsters in the world. 

He retrieved his car, and dragged the man into it, heading back to the inn. He couldn't believe what he was doing, couldn't believe he was taking a man to his death, for he was sure of that. Connor was beyond redemption now, beyond going back. 

He didn't want to go back to being alone, didn't want Elizabeth to go. He swallowed as he returned to the inn, and dragged the man inside. He threw the man just inside, and returned to his car, knowing the Dead Man's Blood would wear off soon, not even checking that Elizabeth was still in the room. He sat in the drivers seat, and leaned against the wheel, closing his eye tight.