The moment she left was a moment he let out a very deep sigh. The vampire closed his eyes as he counted to ten and released the pressure he held on the nails in his palms. The blood was quickly to dry up and the wounds healed just as quickly. Everything was fucked up and it was fucked up badly. And it was all thanks to him. he should have been more on his guard, he should have known and he should have been preapred. But instead, he had wound up in this shitfest after all and it had only broken him more.

The pieces he tried to fit together didn't fit and the ones that did, were even more broken once you looked more closely. But he tried and he was only making it worse for himself. The vampire didn't want to admit he was a mess, but he clearly was. He just hoped Allison understood he had to do this on his own. When he had told her he was scared to love her.. something had gone wrong when he had said it. She hadn't understood him correctly. But he was too weak to tell her what he had truly meant. He had been too scared and all he wanted was to be left alone. He had always been better left alone.

The vampire had managed to limp towards the table with the wine Allison had left behind. He took the glass besides it, almost filling it up to the top and with two big gulps, it was gone. He refilled his glass again. He couldn't get drunk that easily, he knew, but maybe it could work as a placebo and loosen his thoughts, loosen the worries that were on his mind.

Kaz had his back towards the door when the knock sounded. Somewhere he believed that Allison had returned and that she still wanted to fight him. But when he called upon the person on the other side of the door to enter and no sound of a heartbeat entered the floor he almost thought his own started to beat from the sudden stress. The vampire quickly turned around, almsot ready to set a step back as he seemed.. afraid. But the frightening look in his eyes quickly faded as he saw it was not the woman but Mort standing near the door. Kaz lowered his glass and raised his eyebrow. Great. Another lecture.

What was he to say? And moreover, what was he to do? His brother clearly had come here with an objective and if he was still the same, Kaz knew he wouldn't get go of it until one of theim either exploded in anger or got too emotional to continue the conversation. Who would go down first, bet your money now!

Casually, Kaz sipped his drink, still staring at his brother who stayed at the door. He waited, patiently for him to speak up. What else could he do? He could almost not even walk and his mind was all over the place. Whatever words Kaz would spit out, they would always harm in one way or another. He was filled with poison and it was overflowing. Because of that, he had shun Allison away. And apparently she was the reason Mort had come here. Kaz looked down, swirling the win in his glass. He didn't want to think about Allison, he didn't want to think about every way he had hurt her. Kaz cleared his throat before he spoke, obviously not wanting to. ''I figured.'' It was more of a mumble, loud enough for Mort to hear. He wanted to say more, but instead shut up, his thoughts taking over his mind once again. Telling him that sending her away might have been the most stupidest mistake he had ever made.

Would Allison return later tonight? Or would she find another bed to sleep in? Would she abandon him completely like he had asked her, or would she try again in the morning? And would she avoid him? They were married, they ruled a kingdom together, they had to work together one way or another. Or maybe she would push him outside of his own business under the excuse that he needed to rest and heal? It wouldn't surprise him.

Patiently, Kaz waited for Mort. His eyes went through the room, looking at anything but his brother. The moon was already bright in the sky, the sun almost completely gone now. How lonely would Allison feel tonight? How hurt and how broken would she feel? Gods, he really had screwed all up. Then the question came and all respect Kaz had for his brother was almost gone. Really? That was the question? One look at Kaz and you had the answer. That was also the reason that he didn't even answer the question and instead came up with one of his own. ''Why exactly are you here, Mort?'' He cut right to it, sipping from the wine.

They shouldn't get them wrong, Kaz appreciated the worries, in fact, it warmed him that people thought he was worty enough to be cared about. But right now it was pretty obvious that he didn't want to be the main worry of the day. He was more than that. He may not look the part and he even may not feel the part, but it was what he wanted. But he couldn't get into peoples heads and remove every thought. No, he could do that only to himself.

But even that didn't seem to work. His mind had shut him out completely, just running on auto pilot. And it was the worst kind of auto pilot. Kaz managed to limp to the window, turning his back to Mort once more as he looked outside. Everything seemed so calm tonight, something that was completely contradicting with his mind. When his brother spoke again, the vampire turned around. ''I am doing horrible, but you probably knew that already.'' He answered calmy, though there seemed to be a shimmer of emotion there. Kaz wasn't really sure how to handle this situation and he rather avoided it. Somehow, that always meant he had to face them.

What did Mort expect form him? THat he would pour his heart out right here on the spot or that he would finally break down? Or maybe he just came here to be punched in the face again. Well if it was one of those options, he was about to be gravely disappointed. Because all he wanted right now was to be left alone.

He got carried away by his thoughts, consuming him as they reminded him time and time again how pushing Allison away was probably the worst idea. He had probably let her feel worthless, unloved even. He hadn't meant it like that, but his words always took a wrong turn. But what was done was done, all he could do was sit it out. Or apologize. But for what? For being an ass, because that was nothing new. ''I would like to be left alone.'' Kaz replied on Mort's words, swirling the wine slowly in his glass before taking a sip. His voice sounded calm, yet the emotion started to fill it again. No matter how much he said he wanted to be left alone, even he knew that some day if not today he would need someone to lean on. And hadn't he just shunned that person away? Great going Kaz.

With darkness slowly setting in, Kaz felt himself getting more awake. His body was almost fully used to his vampiric senses now and though it would take him years to master them or even learn to control them, he was glad his body had decided to finally understand that he didn't really need sleep anymore. Though, because of the recent events he would feel himself getting worn down with every step he took. His body needed to recharge and so id he mentally.

What he was about to do was just plain stupid and down right the opposite of what he had just sad. But he couldn't get the thoughts out of his head, he couldn't stop worrying and he couldn't stop blaming himself for everything. He had deserved the torture probably. It was just all the bad karma catching up to him. The vampire sighed, lowering his head as he placed the glass on the window cill. ''How is she?'' His voice was soft and maybe even a bit insecure, but he needed to know. The last thing he wanted right now was for Allison to have completely lost all hope because of the words he had said to her. he would never forgive himself.

Carefully he listened, absorbing every word Mort said to him. She was doing better, she was mssed up but she was doing better. He messed her up, he had done all of it. If he hadn't gone back to the castle, this all wouldn't have happened. he should have waited with returning, he should have healed up and instead tried to fix himself before he would look her in the eyes again. She didn't deserve him and she defintely didn't deserve to be a mess because of him.

Kaz nodded, finally turning around yet still avoiding his brothers gaze. A very faint grin could be seen on his lips when Mort told him that she was probably running around the castle again. ''She wouldn't be the only one if my leg was back at fucking square one.'' The vampire grumbled as he limped towards the table with the wine again, refilling his glass. With every step it felt like the stake pierced through his skin again and again. But he ignored it, instead concentrating on the wine in his hand. She still had his back, she still cared and she still worried. She shouldn't, like he had told her. But just like him, Allison never listened. Kaz hesistated before speaking again. ''I'm sorry for all the harm I have caused.'' He spoke, as if it was suddenly all his fault, as if he had just walked up to the woman and asked her to torture him. As if he deserved it.