Elisabeth could hear the music playing; it sounded dark and melancholy.
Sarah had shown her how to change the blood bag and left a box of them. When the couple returned, they heard the music, and Sarah said, "He's not taking this very well, is he?"
Elisabeth sighed. "He wants us to do this. I think it's just a bit too much to watch. Maybe next time we can be more discreet. Not rub his face in it."
"Do you want to go to him now?"
"No, I think he needs his space. Let's finish off this box of bags."
Sarah counted the full bags. "You've already drawn six pints?"
"Yeah, it's going pretty quick."
"That is an understatement. At this rate we'll have twelve pints in less than two hours." She started transferring the blood to bottles and marking them with Elisabeth's name, then poured some into a glass for Connor. "Be careful you don't break this one."
Connor glanced sheepishly at Elisabeth. "This feels kind of weird. I think I'll take it in the kitchen."
"Suit yourself. I don't have a problem with it."
Once the bags were all filled Sarah removed the needle from Elisabeth's arm. The wound closed immediately. "Wow, werewolves heal even faster than vampires."
Elisabeth stood behind Jackson, and held her hands on his shoulders. He stopped playing, turned on the piano bench and pulled her close by her waist. She raked both hands through his hair. "Let's go make some noise." He gazed up at her, smiled through the anguish his eyes betrayed and stood.