Melissa's ears pricked back as she heard a door from downstairs and the smell of dog floated into her room. "Lazarus." She muttered. Quickly she closed the window and placed her violin on the table. She opened her door to find Lazarus stumbling from the lift's. "Lazarus! What happened?" She cried, standing in her doorway. She could see he had been injured, but he didn't seem too bothered by it.

Lazarus looked up, his tone was bitter and cold. "Oh you don't know?"

"Know what? Lazarus, what are you on about?" She asked, hurt in her voice. What was he accusing her of?

"Someone broke into the museum and killed a colleague. James. Still not ringing any bells?" He almost growled at her as he walked toward his apartment door.

"What, do you think it was me?" She placed a hand on her chest, horrified he would think of such a thing.

"Well how many other bloody vampires live in this town then?" He turned his back to her, putting a hand on his door.

"I don't know! I have no idea what you are on about!" She cried, trying to convince him it wasn't her.

"Oh, you don't. Well then, we have more than one vampire in this town then, don't we?"

" still think it was me?"

He unlocked his door, "How am I supposed to know, I didn't see their face." He took a step into his flat.

"Lazarus, stop!" She growled, running after him she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Stop what exactly?"

Melissa sighed. "Just stop. Tonight I was..." She stopped, hesitating before continuing. "I was breaking into the blood bank down the road." She looked down at the floor, ashamed.

"Stop what!? And oh good, so you didn't break into the museum, just somewhere else. For the same reason as the one that did break into the museum did no less." He entered his apartment and began to take off his uniform, not caring if Melissa could see or not.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just a blood-sucking, heartless monster. I'm sorry." She muttered, about to walk away.

"Melissa." He paused, walking into his bedroom to get some new clothes. "I never called you heartless. I'm sorry, I'm just edgy. Who wouldn't be if their colleague had been killed at work and they had the police accusing them of doing it for three hours?"

"Sorry." She paused, looking up at him. "Didn't you pick up a scent when you were attacked?"

Lazarus finished dressing and came out of his bedroom, looking at her. "I had a hangover, he -or she- pushed me over into a cabinet of Mayan crap and vanished. By the time I had even thought of standing back up they had gone." He sighed, they were separated by the doorway, "Come in."

Melissa shook her head, "No, I wouldn't want to impose. You need to think."

"Either come in or I'm going back to the off-licence to buy another bottle. My vodka did a disappearing act last night." He looked at Melissa accusingly.

Melissa blushed, a light pink colour appeared in her white cheeks. "Okay." She muttered, stepping into his apartment, closing the door behind her.

The End

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