Lazarus: Eternally.Mature

I was wondering what she meant by demanding. I mean, I had an idea, but we barely knew each other still, so surely she wouldn’t mean... “Sex, Lazarus,” she let out a sigh after watching me for a minute.

I felt my eyebrow lifting upwards. “But soon?”

“Right, sorry,” she sat back up, heaving out another sigh. I shrugged, feeling like I’d done something wrong.

“I... don’t mind,” I smiled.

"No, no, it's fine. I guess we should take this like the old times, hmm?"

I chuckled. "Really, it's up to you, I just thought it'd make a nice change from the manners people have these days."

"Yeah, you're right. Sometimes nature just gets overwhelming I guess.” She paused for a moment. "Hey, do you wanna listen to a piece I was starting to write? It's from memory as I haven't really had time to play my violin."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that," I agreed with a smile. I waited on the sofa while she went off to find her violin, looking around at all the various vampire inspired decor. After a while, I frowned at the wall. She was taking an incredibly long time to return and I wondered if there was something wrong. I got up and went off in search of her, shamelessly using my nose to follow her scent down into the basement.

There, I found her sat on the bed with an empty violin case and tears staining her face red. "It's gone... I've owned it for hundreds of years... my mother got me that violin,” she cried. I sat down beside her, wrapping her in a hug, letting her lean her cold form against mine. “How did it go missing? I'm a vampire, how could someone break in here?" A growl rumbled in the back of her throat, angry and threatening. I had no idea what to say, so I simply kissed the top of her head, hoping it would calm her a little. "How can I play for you without a violin?"

"I have one in my music room, if you'd like it. I know it's not the same, but..." I trailed off, knowing it’d never do as a replacement for one her mother bought her centuries ago.

"I don't think I'll ever find a violin with the same sentiment... I'll just have to make do till I save enough to buy a new one.”

“I can be a gift,” I suggested, “from me.” A smile bloomed on her rosy lips and I couldn’t help but smile too.

“Okay then, I suppose I'll stand corrected."

"I'll go get it, unless you want to come with me," I said, watching her stand.

She shook her head, "no, I wanna stay here, my face is stained with blood," she laughed slightly and I nodded.

"I'll be back soon, then." She kissed my cheek and I made my way back upstairs and made straight for the music room, hurrying to return to her. She took the violin from me, inspecting its quality.

"Good wood, the strings have hardly been touched... if ever." A grin stretched across her face. "Thank you."

I returned her grin with a smile, "No problem. I rarely play anything other than the piano these days." My music teacher had gone nuts over how easily I could pick up a new instrument and taught me everything Gabriel had available in the music room back then. Violin, viola, cello, piano, harp, trumpet. You name it, I can probably figure out how to play it thanks to that man.

"I'll cherish it always,” she told me, planting a kiss on my lips. "So..." she trailed off, tuning the violin quickly, before playing rather quietly. "It's... not finished,” she told me, sounding as though she wasn’t too happy with it.

"I like what you have so far," I told her honestly.

"As I said before, I'm not a composer... You're so much better," she laughed. I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

“Not really," I muttered.

"Oh, you're so cute when you blush." Naturally that comment only made me blush more. Giggling, she kissed my cheek. I flashed her a shy smile, feeling like I was new to all this all over again. "Why do you look so shy?" she questioned with a friendly smile.

"Been a while since I've had any compliments that weren't said purely to get me in bed." Though given the conversation earlier, I would half expect a compliment from her to be used in order to lure me into bed anyway.

"Hmm... well, you better get used to it," she grinned and I chuckled a little, watching her put the violin carefully in the old case. "What can I do to repay you?"

I shrugged. "It was a gift, you don't have to repay me."

She nodded. "Flowers and a violin? I feel pampered." She was smiling but at that comment, I almost began to worry that she would think I was trying to buy her affection. I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her kissing back a little firmer. I matched the pressure and before long, her tongue was flicking against my lips, coaxing them open. I was hardly about to argue, but after a while, she pulled back.

"I still feel like I should get you something... I have no money to buy and nothing to give." She let out a sigh.

"Really, there's no need. Patience and companionship are enough for me,” I smiled, figuring if I wanted anything at all, those would be the things I’d need the most. I was the perfect gentleman when I was sober, but get me on my own with a bottle of alcohol and things go... downhill.

"And you have them eternally,” she told me.

The End

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