A Word Is A Word...Until You Mean It.

Melissa sat there, cradling herself. The taste of Lazarus' blood still lingered on her tongue. She couldn't remember what happened. The beast had taken over and... that was it. She cursed herself. "Damn it!" She growled, getting up off the mattress. She walked over to the fridge and tore open the top of one of the blood packets with her still elongated fangs.

The red liquid slid down her throat, warming her up. Her burns began to disappear as she finished every last drop in the little plastic container. She sighed, licking her lips again. She wrapped another silk robe around her, her skin was still tender from the burns. With nothing else she left her room, closing the door properly behind her, she wasn't suprised it was still half open when Lazarus had left. She knocked on the door. "Lazarus. Open up...Please." She sighed, her once perfect face was slightly scarred by the burning, turning her white skin a light pink. She saw Connor staring at her from his door, just down the corridor and snapped her gaze away. The look of hunger in his eyes disturbed her, until she realised what she was wearing. She looked at Lazarus' door, pleading with it to be open.

Lazarus shook his head, frogetting she couldnt see and then called: "No!"

"What?" She cried almost frantically. Connor began to walk towards her. "Lazarus. I'm sorry. Please." She whimpered.

"I'm... I'm still bleeding." He replied.

Melissa shook her head, "I've just drank!" She called. Relieved when Connor walked into his apartment, giving her one last hungry glance.

Lazarus remained silent.

"Lazarus! Please... I don't want this...us... to shatter so easily. Please let me in." She whimpered, a tear falling down her cheek. Something in her stomach made her feel slightly sick, as if her heart was breaking. She knew it would if Lazarus didn't open the door.

Lazarus placed the chain lock across the door and opened it as far as it would go. He peered through the small gap.

"Is that it? Is that all I get?" She whimpered, her green eyes filling with clear, not bloody tears. She could feel, inside her chest her heart beginning to break. Even though he looked straight at her. "I'm sorry I ruined everything." She turned to walk away, her tears burning her scars as they ran down her cheeks.

Lazarus took the chain lock off, "I'm sorry... It's my fault." He slurred.

She simply shook her head, taking the two steps to her door. She shot one glance at him, her tearful, sparkling eyes looking at him mournfully before she entered her apartment. She wanted to embrace him, but a greater part of her wanted to run away. So she did, leaving her door open she ran into her apartment and threw herself onto the mattress. Muffling her sobs with the single pillow that lay on it's seemingly century old surface.

Lazarus tried to follow her, walking through her open door he shut it behind him. A devestated look appeared on his face as he navigated through the darkness to sit by her side.

"Why couldn't you stay away?" She mumbled through the pillow. Her tears still refusing to stop.

"I  wanted to apologise. I'll leave if you would rather." He got up, turning to leave.

"No." She moaned almost immediately. Turning over onto her side, she shook her head.

"What do you want me to do, then, Melissa?" Lazarus asked, exasperated turning to look down at her.

"I don't know. Part of me wants you to stay, another is afraid that if you do I might attack you again." She never sat up, instead just stared at the decaying wall straight infront of her.

"How am I supposed to know, if you don't?"

She shook her head, "I don't know..." She sobbed. She got up, moving towards him. "You... you tell me. Do.." She wiped the tears from her eyes. "Do you want me?" Her eyes had become red because she had been crying that much. Not the deep red of bloodlust, the soft red of her heart-ache.

"I do. Just seeing..." he swallowed and pushed back the sting behind his eyes, "seeing someone that looks so much like him. It's hard. I'm sorry."

She looked up at him. "You said I should never feel second best to him." She shook her head, her hair flying around her head wildly. "I am. Arn't I?"

"No! You're not, you're both completely separate. Don't you think it would be hard for you, too, if you saw someone that looked uncannily like the person you loved for so long? The person you killed? DOn't you think that would hurt you at all?" His voice rose defensively.

She nodded, stepping back. "Yes. I suppose it would. Sorry." She sighed,"I'm being selfish." She smelt the vodka on his breath. "You've been drinking. How can I trust what you say?"

He closed his eyes and exhaled frustratedly. "I think I threw most of it up. I'm fine."

"Right." She spoke in a monotone and with her back to him, "so what are you going to do?"

"Hope that you will forgive me. Please?"

"Sure." She shrugged, silently more tears ran down her face.

"A word is just a word until you mean it. Do you mean it?" He approached her carefully.

She shrugged, hearing his footsteps dawning closer she tried to wipe the tears from her face.  

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and whispered in her ear "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you ever had to meet me."

She shook her head, not turning round. "I'm not." She whispered.

"Really? After all this? It's only been a few weeks and we've had more ups and downs than all the couples in the world put together!"

She sighed. "Lazarus, no matter how much the voice in my head tells me that I shouldn't be with you..." She looked to the floor. "I can't. Without you I feel my heart break, I don't know why, I feel a tug in my stomach pulling me towards you. I'd miss everything about you."

"Everything?" He challenged softly.

She nodded, turning round. "Everything." She spoke even softer, meeting his eyes.

"You wouldn't rather I didn't smell of dog? You would keep the alcohol dependancy? And all the other things about me that are so hateable?"

She smiled, "I like dogs." She laughed. Then her face dropped to a more serious note. "Lazarus, I love you as you. Nobody is perfect. You can't change that." She sighed softly, letting her chest fall slowly. "Everything." She repeated.

"I love you too," he said kissing the top of her head, a relieved tear escaping his eyes.

She lifted up her hand and wiped away the tear. Wrapping her arms round him she pulled her body closer to his, then lifted her head, her lips now inches from his she kissed him. Full of her emotions and his she matched his sorrow, his love, his joy.

The End

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