Victoria shook her head as Vail blamed himself for her worsened state. She had known better than to let him feed. “It’s….my fault…” She didn’t wish to disappoint him as he had obviously come looking for another fix for his addiction to her blood. For if it were merely for the pleasure of her flesh or company, he could probably have waited a few more days before seeing her. She was glad he came when he had though, he had just saved her life. Now they were sort of even. Though it was her fault she endangered his life the first time with Ray. The second was on him as he had tracked her down when she had been captured by Gerald. That one didn’t count as her fault, directly. 

All of these recent memories passed through her mind when he told her to rest and she nodded, allowing herself to relax. She smiled even more with a contented moan as he planted a kiss on her forehead and snuggled under his coat and arm that rested atop her torso. “Stay...?” She asked almost pleadingly to the vampire. She didn’t want to be left alone, she practically clung onto his hand then. She couldn’t face going back to the mansion either having found out about Gerald’s betrayal. She needed her strength to confront him. 

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Gerald decided to check in on Victoria, whom he believed to be asleep in her room. He ventured to her room quietly and gingerly opened the door so as not to wake her. He popped his head in, it was completely dark, as to be expected. He had to check on her weak pulse and ensure she was still breathing. As he got to the bed, he noticed she wasn’t in it. He pulled the covers off to see if she was hiding anything, nothing. He looked around the moonlit room and then turned on an oil filled lantern. 

As the light filled more of the room, he scouted for any clues. Then he spotted a journal on her dresser table. He ventured toward it and picked it up, he realised it was the journal that was once in his coat pocket. The penny dropped. She knew. “Shite!” He cursed and took the journal with him as he fled the room. “She’s gone! Find her!” He shouted to one of the Saints at the door. Soon they all scrambled, Ray, Lady Diana, Gerald and a few servants who slept in the basement. 

In the summer house, Victoria was awoken to sounds of shouting coming from the estate’s grounds. Various people calling out her name in hopes to find her. They knew she had fled. She gasped and sat up. “Don’t let them take me!” She pleaded to Vail with fear in her eyes. Gerald shouted across the forest and noticed the summer house lights on. He figured she must have gone there. When she heard his voice, her eyes turned to fiery rage and her voice let out a low growl. “Gerald….” She felt adrenaline pump into her veins, her heart rate increased, her breathing quickened, her fists clenched. Something had obviously incurred her wrath about this man since she had last encountered him in Vail’s presence. She now knew her father’s murderer. “He killed my father…” She told Vail with a hint of sadness but her voice mostly filled with vengeance. None of the Saints could be trusted, bar Ray. She hadn’t managed to indulge him to the information about his superior. “He made a bargain with the Wynters and he let Spencer do [i]this[/i] to me…” Gerald was meant to be her secret god father. But she could only trust Vail now.