Creature of the Night

"Lazarus?" She sighed, "what now?"

"I run for my life and hope you don't abandon me along the way?" He asked, letting his shoulders fall slightly.

She shook her head. "No. But... to run?" She shrugged. "I suppose running is different when you're with the one you love."

"What's wrong with running. better than being killed, right?" He stopped, holding her at arms length, gazing into her green eyes, although they seemed to be gazing behind Lazarus.

"I hate running. Means you can never turn back. Means you live for the future and forget the past." She sighed. Shaking her head softly, making her curls brush her shoulders lightly.

"Maybe it's better for both of us if we did, though? Well, I know it certainly is for me." He moved his feet slightly, becoming more and more uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. I know, for you it is and for me there are things I would like to forget, but others... I don't want to." She lifted her eyes to meet Lazarus' own.

"You don't need to forget things, just because you need to keep moving for the sake of your survival."

"I don't want to survive by running." She sighed defiantly.

"They'll get bored soon enough. We can get a new flat, maybe a house together..."

"Then there is always the fact that I am a vampire, a cold,walking corpse and you a werewolf." She raised her eyebrow, failing to see the future so bright.

"Yes well nothing is gonna change that, is it. We have to make the most of what we have." He smiled, brushing a lock behind her ear.

"What do we have?" She challenged.

"Each other. Love. Is that not enough?" He asked, lifting his shoulders.

She nodded, somewhat unsure. "Is it?" She mumbled.

"It's all I have to give you, Melissa. If it's not enough then I'm sorry, but I don't know what I can do about that. If I could magically return the both of us to being human, I would, but I can't, can I?"

"No." She shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine..." He was stung by her words, he had killed for her, now it was not enough? What did she want?

Melissa sighed, walking off, leaving Lazarus stood in the woods. "To be human, to love and die. To be eternal, to love forever. I want Lazarus, I want him with me forever. Eternity doesn't seem long enough. But to run. To run with him, away from humans, from others. To push myself further into the darkness. Can I? Can I sacrifice that for him?" She stopped. Looking up into what was left of the night. "A creature of the night. But night, isn't so bad. Is it?" She sighed, collapsing to the floor. "It's too much." She cried, holding her head in her hands.

Lazarus ran to her side, bending down to pick her up. He wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her. She simply shook her head. "No." She pushed his chest. "Get off me!" She growled, thrashing about in his arms, deep red tears running down her cheeks.

He let go, stung. "Sorry, I'll go." He murmured, wandering away from the murderous humans.

"Wait Lazarus! When was your last sunrise?" She asked, tilting her head. Tears still streamed like rivers down her face as her mind floated with thoughts.

"My last sunrise?" He asked, turning back to face her.

"Yes. Mine was over 400 years ago you know." She smiled.

"Well you know that I see them every morning, on the way home from work. when I'm not bending the car around lampposts, that is."

"I used to love to sit and watch them when I was younger. Now. Now that has been ripped away from me. Tell me, what would you pay to see your humanity again?" Her mind flickered of the thoughts, her and her mother sat watching the sunrise from the manor doorstep. But then everything was taken from her. The question she was really asking was, "what do you think I would pay for my humanity back? Running. I hate running, I have ran all my life, from marriage, from Logan, now from humans. My life is drifting closer towards the shadows."

"I... I don't know if I would. If I wasn't what I am, I wouldn't have met you... Don't get me wrong, though. It's not like I enjoy being chased by people that want me dead, or the transformation."

"Okay." She nodded, contemplating this before she looked to the floor. "Why do I have to run? Wouldn't dying be better? I don't want to become a shadow!" She growled. The thoughts in her mind became even more vivid. The shadow was dawning.

"You're not a shadow."

"But. I have ran so much, from marriages to people I don't love, from Logan, now I have to run from humanity. I might as well be!" She sobbed, moving away from Lazarus as he moved closer. In her head she could remember something about the Shadow. Something Logan had told her. "The Shadow will only visit when your emotions are triggered. If your heart is pure, you shall be granted a power. But it's just a vampiric myth." Logan jested in her head. But she could feel it, moving around in her head searching for the memory that had triggered this.

"I will always love you, but if you don't want to run, I can't make you, but you know I can't stay. I'm being hunted for now, you surely understand why I can't remain."

She nodded. "Lazarus." It almost broke her, but in her head she was already breaking. "I'm broken and I shall only slow you down." She shook her head, her brown curls moving in a frenzy around her head.

"You're not broken, don't be silly. Go back to my place. I'll call you the moment I find somewhere to hide. I love you." He kissed her cheek and began to run away.

Melissa took a step forward. "Wait!" She screamed.

"What?" He asked, pausing he turned around.

"Please, come here." She whispered. Lazarus walked towards her. "You promised... you promised you would never leave me." She sobbed. The shadow in her head had moved, now it clouded her heart. But seeing Lazarus run away from her she couldn't bear it. She forgot the weight in her chest that weighed her down and looked up, her sparkling green eyes meeting his.

He sighed heavily. "I know...I don't want to leave, but I have to." He wiped away one of her tears. "Would you rather they got me?"

"No. But, please. Take me."

"You said you didn't want to run! Make your bloody mind up, or they're gonna get me before you finish dithering!"

"I'm sorry!" She cried, cowering as if he would hit her. "But please, no matter what I say... please."

"Right, we'll have to be quick. Need to find somewhere before sunrise."

"I don't care about the sunrise." She said plainly.

"You'll burn Melissa, don't be so stupid."

She shrugged, taking his hand. "If we must, then lets go." She sighed. He intertwined their fingers together and began to sprint. Melissa couldn't help but smile. The first person she had met that card about her existence.







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