Elizabeth was frightened for a nervous for a moment, both frightened and pitying the poor boy. 

When Connor came up to finish him, she was gunna protest...but the ghost did it for her. With her sensitive hearing, though, it affected her more than it did for him. 
When it was done, she was still wincing from the ringing in her ears.

"Connor, don't do that again. We're busy playing a game."

She returned her attention to the boy, grinning, as he decided to continue. He fangs shown again through the grin, "It's called being un-dead. It is a type of curse..I have to drink living blood so that I can keep my body...but when I don't drink for too long, am burned by the sun, or killed by a hunter...there is no guarantee that I will go to heaven, because of that curse.." she was quiet for a bit, "unlike trapped spirits, like you Jacob."

She sighed, "Are you mad because no one is playing with you, or because you are stuck?"