John and Abigail headed to the kitchen as she come back to her senses and they waited for Victor to return with the meat, Abigail seemed shaken as if she was slowly understanding what happened in her surroundings and what her desires were. That usually happened to vampires when they finished their transition and fully turned.
"You alright?" John asked noticing the familiar puzzled gaze, he knew that gaze very well he had the same confused gaze when he found out what he did the first nights after turning.
The only difference was that he had nobody who could refrain him and impede him to do such despicable things whereas Abigail was lucky to have them to keep an eye on her and would refrain her to do things she would later regret.
"I was… going to kill a child. A child... That could have been my son!" Abigail said as her eyes filled with tears and she quickly wiped them off with a shaking hand.
