Victoria kept glancing over to Vail and noted his curious eyes. The same eyes she had when learning something from her father or teachers. Eyes full of fascination and wonder. Of course, Vail had no knowledge of human physiology. Just as she had no knowledge of vampire physiology. She wondered if he took more of an interest because she was a human and she was more vulnerable than he was. She knew vampires were impervious to human disease, but they weren’t without their weaknesses. 

It hadn’t escaped her notice that both Peter and Vail grew visibly nervous when Walton asked her if that was a bite mark on her neck. Naturally she would never drop Vail in it. She loved him. There was no way she’d endanger him or his family. Even if his father didn’t like her and tried to split them up. Peter didn’t know her, but did he really think that little of her to suspect she would tell the doctor that Vail had bit her? She also needed to keep the doctor safe by protecting him from the fact he was in a room with two vampires. It wasn’t a big lie, Spencer DID drain her of so much blood it nearly killed her. 

When the doctor left, she reached for the penicillin bottle and it rattled in her shaky hands. She wasn’t strong enough to open the lid. She didn’t wish to disturb Vail from his comfy chair and make him come over and incur the wrath of his father upon his return to the room. She sighed and rested her hands over her lap and the bottle fell from her palm and rolled down the duvet as the pills rattled around inside. They were rather large tablets inside, she wondered how she’d even swallow them. But she had to take them. “Do you think he is mad at us?” She asked Vail as he appeared to look sheepish when Peter spoke to him. If Vail could smell the doctor  coming up the stairs, then Peter could smell Vail’s scent on the Victoria, surely.