Melissa walked over to him, his clothes in her arms. She placed them in a neat, pile beside him and instead folding him in her arms. “You don’t have weeks, but if you want I could get you some hot chocolate and send you to bed for a few hours.” She smiled, hugging him a little tighter, helping him to sit up straight.
As she talked, she contemplated what Bane said, about her becoming his mate. It seemed silly to her, she could never become Bane’s mate. She was a leech, he was a wolf. But, he had a point, Lazarus had seen through that...
He put his arms around her waist and smiled into her shoulder. "I think crawling into bed and sleeping until dusk will do, thanks," he laughed weakly.
"Then to bed with you, Lazarus Thorn," she grinned, kissing his shoulder softly.
"If you'll lay with me Melissa Thorn," he grinned, tilting his head so he could kiss her gently.
She kissed him back and stood up, not letting go of him as she helped him up, "of course I will angel."
He staggered to the bed, with Melissa’s help, "I love you," he murmured, curling up under the covers. She didn’t get under the covers, but she lay on the bed beside him with a brief smile, her fangs hidden.
“I love you too,” she whispered, curling up beside him as the light lit up the blinds. He fell asleep soon enough, but Melissa didn’t. She couldn’t.
On her mind was too much, she was thinking about how much work she needed to do with her power, she needs to kill the hunter. Then she needed to achieve the pack’s trust, bring down the coven... then what? Some other vampire will just come in and take over, what would that mean to Melissa? She sighed, ducking under Lazarus’ arms so she could try and get some peace next to his heart and under his warm breath.
One thing she loved about him was how human he made her feel. When his eyes flickered open she had her head next to his chest, curled up in a ball in his arms, still trying to find peace. She didn’t even realise he had awoke as she looked absently at the bed. He smiled and kissed the top of her head softly making her jump, she looked up at him, "Oh! Good evening."
"Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump," he smiled, running a hand through her hair.
"No, its fine, I'm okay," she shook her head, dismissing it.
"Mmm, do I have work tonight?" He asked and she shrugged.
"I don't know," she got up, out of his arms and looked into the mirror, dusting herself off and looking into her green eyes that had begun to lose their life, “I’m hungry,” she thought, taking into account her now dull white skin that looked more like marble now it had lost its lively glow.
"I should probably go in and check," he groaned
"Why you groaning?" She asked, continuing out her dullness in the mirror, "Surely you like it better than the museum."
"Because I can't be with you," he grinned and hugged her from behind.
"I can sit and watch you," she smiled softly.
"You don't have to. I know how hard it is for you to sit in there." She thought of all the people, then of Lazarus and shook her head.
"I need to feed anyway; I'll be fine if I...eat first." It didn’t feel right to her calling it ‘feeding.’
"Okay. Want me to have a shower first?" He asked, but she looked at him questioningly.
"Huh?" She raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Weren't you gonna feed from me?"
"Wasn't planning on it," she sighed, she didn’t really want to eat at all, but she knew she had to.
He shrugged and got up, picking up clean clothes and a towel. "Fair enough, I'll just get a shower, then."
"Darren said he gave permission, I never have to feed from you ever again."
"You know I don't mind, Melissa, but it's up to you. You're gonna have to drink from me when you purge Albert's blood... if you're still determined to do that." She nodded, wondering about Bane and Lazarus... two people she liked, she couldn’t do that.
"Up to you," he repeated, disappearing into the bathroom. While he washed off the feeling of the transformations she had disappeared and fed, coming back in under a minute.
When she was sat on the bed again he was still in the shower. When he came she was looking in the mirror again. She looked up at him and licked her lips, trying to get the last drops off her lips; she rushed it and had gotten it everywhere. She moaned, wiping round her mouth. “Ready?” He nodded and she apologised "Sorry, I'm never normally so messy."
"Why're you apologising?"
"For being a mess?"
He shrugged, "Doesn't bother me," he smiled and Melissa shook her head.
“Weird person,” she laughed, taking his hand.