Connor licked his lips as if he could taste her. He closed his eyes, listening behind him, listening for her. He could understand her constant need for blood, for his own fascination with vampire blood was boarding on manic. But...he very nearly flinched as she laid her hand on his shoulder, and it took all his willpower not to turn to her, not to take her in his arms again. 

He wasn't strong enough, 

"Come on. We should get to wherever we're going so that we can rest. I took my medicine, so you shouldn't feel too rushed." She told him gently, and he felt like a little kid who had done something wrong. His closed his eyes, as she gathered up her things and moved to the car. He swallowed painfully around the lump forming in his throat, shaking slightly. 

This was why he believed in god, but believed he was a sardonic god, enjoying his pain and suffering. Nothing seemed to go right, until Elizabeth and now...he was not a just god. Connor could have gladly cursed god right then and there, as he slowly turned towards the car, towards Elizabeth. 

He wasn't strong enough. 

He wasn't strong enough to resist, wasn't strong enough to ignore what he wanted. The only thing was, which desire would be strong? For her, or her blood? He stood there, probably looking like a dear in the headlights. He could just leave, just pretend that this hadn't happened. 

But it had. And he could not ignore it, even as he couldn't ignore why he hadn't killed her on sight. He stood there a few seconds, before walking towards her. "Elizabeth" he said softly, almost as if his very existence relied on that single word. "I..." But words just didn't seem enough, and he walked to her, and took her in his arms again, swallowing once more. He kissed her, almost with ferocious need, before once more pulling away and going to the drivers side, unlocking the car and sliding in the seat. 

No, he wasn't strong enough at all. 

He was, after all, only human.