Connor typed out a few emails to other hunters, and replies when and if they replied. He researched what he could, and was slowly finishing off the vampire hierarchy he had been working on for three and a half years. He sent what new data he had to Marl, knowing he would get it where it needed to go, and then he rang up about Bessie, but there was no answer, so Connor sighed, and looked up as Elizabeth moved over to a bed. He turned back to his computer, sipping at his coffee, then biting into an apple. He tapped his fingers on the table, thinking. 

He looked up at Elizabetus question, and shrugged "there's a number of things, all theories, but none be backed up" he said, his voice soft, appearing troubled. Connor knew the vampires had been here for him, and not Elizabeth. He was putting her in danger being with her, and he should have the courage and the ability to leave her.

But he didn't know if he could.

He also didn't know why, other then to give him their blood, the vampires seemed interested in him. It had to be something more then that, didn't it?

He didn't know.

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There was almost an instant reply to Elizabeth's email. It read:

[i]Connors strength and abilities will continue to grow, no matter what. I have a theory. They don't want to turn Connor.

They want his blood.

You see, Vampiresim is a disease. And his blood holds the cure-a human nearly turned, had vampire blood in him. He has antibodies against it, I would think.

He is the cure for all vampire kind. [/i]

That was it, short and simple. A man of few words.