Losing your FangsMature

The rest of the night ran away with them, followed shortly by the day and they slept so peacefully, upon the bed, under their heavenly duvet. They were like two figures, depicting love, immortality and even a slice of heaven on Earth.

When they woke, they were still bound together by each other’s arms with Melissa’s wings draped across them. She blinked slightly and raised her head to look at him, “Lazarus, are you up, sweet?”

"Mmm... kinda." he yawned.

"I guess I should get to work again today," she sighed he half nodded and she rose from him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her wings disappeared and she flexed her back muscles. "Tonight, I'm going to see the pack. Are you going, or staying here?" As he told her he was coming with her she made sure she was presentable. “I hope this encounter is longer."

"Why do you want it to be longer?" he asked incredulously

"I have a lot to talk about and I don't wish to be brushed off,” she smiled, turning to look back at him.

"They're gonna be pissed that they had their promised kill taken from them."

"Well then they'll have to sit and be good dogs," she smiled confidently. After all, have you ever seen a dog fly?

"Good luck with that one," he laughed slightly.

"Hurry and get ready, we must have been too comfy yesterday, it is rather late,” she sighed, glancing to the clock on the wall.

He sat up and buttoned his shirt. "Okay. I'm ready." She laughed and held out her hand, reaching for him. She laughed and held out her hand, reaching for him.

He smiled, taking her hand and standing with her. "I hope you can talk quickly. I don't wanna be near those guys for too long."


"They don't like me, and I don't like them. Simple as," she sighed as she locked the apartment door behind her and they set off down the road.

"You don't have to come with me," she murmured, knowing that wasn’t true.

"No offence, but you were weaker than them before you started humanising. I'm definitely not about to let you walk off and see them on your own now," he muttered darkly, his mind instantly focussing on the mutual hatred between him and Albert.

She didn't say anything for most of the way. But as they reached the park she sighed and stopped, the silence finally getting to her. "I can fly."

"Hmm?" Lazarus asked, the words catching him while he wasn't listening.

"Oh, never mind,” she sighed and shook her head as he apologised; she waved it away, taking a step forward, toward the forest.  He fell silent again, following her towards the edge of the trees.

"Alpha!" She summoned.

The alpha walked out of the trees, gazing at Melissa and she simply grinned back. “On my land again, Leech.”

“Darren is dead, Lord,” she mocked, even performing a fake curtsey. She had no idea where this cockiness came from but she knew he wouldn’t like it.

The man scowled. "Why is he dead? I agreed to you telling us the layout of the building so we could get our hands on the scum inside it. That didn't mean you could go off on your own and do your own thing!" he snarled, "he was our kill," his hand flew out towards her in what would have been a hard slap, but Lazarus caught his wrist; he glared at the alpha, his winter eyes piercing.

She jumped back a step or two, "I came to offer you a peace treaty, but you don't seem very willing."

The alpha took a breath and shook Lazarus' grip off. "Apologies, m'lady," he bowed, echoing the mocking tone she had used moments ago.

She laughed, "Touché, sir." She smiled, her fangs showing slightly before she wiped it away. "But, may I ask; what was the treaty between you and Darren before?"

"There wasn't really one," he shrugged, "he was trying for years to kill me and I was trying for years to kill him. It just became a stalemate."

"Oh, so... I hope that won't be the case again."

He crossed his arms and regarded her for a moment. "Go on then. What's this peace treaty you were thinking of?" he asked reluctantly.

"Simple, you have half, we have half." She paused with a slight sigh. "I hope you find me not to be a bad... leech. I mean, I know in your eyes we're all the same but I hope you come to see that just isn't true."

"Huh. You managed to get away with marrying a wolf... I suppose there must be something about you that's different..." he mumbled reluctantly.

"What do you mean I 'got away' with it?" She furrowed her brow slightly.

“Didn't get the other leeches breathing down your neck about it, did you?"

"He didn't even have time to think it over."

"I meant the others as well. It's not like your marriage would have been popular on either side."

"No, I suppose you're right." She stuttered a moment, wondering how much she trusted him. "Do you know anything about vampire-werewolf relationships?"

"Well I've never heard of anything like..." he trailed off, indicating at Lazarus and Melissa.

"No rumours of anything?"

"No! You two are so wrong, it's not natural. Granted Albert harped on about you, for God knows how long, but at least he fell for you while you were both human!"

She sighed, muttering a slight, "damn," seemingly ignoring his rant after the word, "no."

"Well it must have happened before; we can't be the /only/ ones," Lazarus muttered and the alpha turned to him with a scowl.”

"If it happened before, they kept it a better secret than you two did."

Melissa took a seat on the floor with a sigh, her heart beating a little faster as she realised where she was. "Damn heart," she cursed with another sigh.

Lazarus looked at her, breaking the argument between him and the alpha as concern flickered in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

She dismissed it with a wave of her hand, "just realised how annoying a heart can be."

"You don't have a heart, what are you on about, leech?" the alpha growled slightly.

"Why would I tell you, fool?" She asked, her wings stretching out on her back and curving round her comfortingly, but so she could still see out of them. "I will tell you nothing."

"Isn't that what peace treaties are about?" he gave a snort of laughter.

"No." She snapped, jumping to her feet. "You haven't agreed yet, so the peace is not between us so I must tell you nothing."

"And this isn't really persuading me to agree," he smiled, uncrossing his arms.

"You agree, you find out. You don't, you don't."

"Huh. How can you guarantee your leeches will keep to the peace treaty?"

"I can't, but I'll try."

He frowned, and sighed. "Personally, I'm fine with coming to some kind of arrangement with you, but I have to do what's best for the pack. If you can't control your vamps, I can't deny the pack the revenge they deserve. You'll have to do more than try."

"As I said, I'll try, that's all I can do. If some vamp crosses the line, you can kill them. They crossed the line," she repeated with a deep swallow. "To be honest, I'm in no position to be where I am," she blurted and instantly cursed herself. Might as well explain, she thought.

"I noticed," he nodded, considering for a moment. "Fine," he stuck his hand out for her to shake.

She took his hand, shaking it. "So, what do you wanna know?"

"You're warm for a leech," he muttered, "and you have a proper heartbeat. Why?"

"I'm humanising." She paused, "I've lost my beast." Essentially, she just said she’s lost her soul.

"How can you lose the beast? That would just make you an average human wouldn't it?" he laughed, "a human in control of a whole coven of leeches. Good luck to ya."

“Shut up,” she muttered.

“Make me," he said, still laughing. She tensed her fist and realised she could do nothing, he was right. She snarled. She knew this was where she lost all her pride and dignity, so she sighed and took another few steps back.

"At least I have a fair warning that I'll be doing this again some time with a different leech," he nodded to himself slightly. "Anything else you need me for?"

She flexed her hand, "You can roll over and play dead." She spat.

"This isn't a very peaceful peace treaty is it?" He smiled, "well, if that's all, I'd quite like to get back to playing pool now."

She reached toward him with one bear-like paw and shook it off, "that's all." As he walked away she took another, deep sigh and sat at the edge of the forest, looking absently into the dark mass of trees.

"D'ya think what he was saying was right?" Lazarus asked hesitantly after a while.

"That either way, I'm going to die? Yes. Yes he was fucking right!" She growled, pounding the floor.

He sighed and sat beside her. "I meant the bit about becoming mortal again."

"Probably, I dunno. The beast is everything to a vampire. Look, my eyes are human, my skin isn't white. My heart is beating; I'm beginning to get warm. I'm scared! Lazarus... I'm scared! I'm not ready to die. I never was!" She explained. He put his arms around her gently, wishing he could somehow make it better for her. But she wouldn’t stop ranting, "If I become human, I lose my immortality and I’ll lose everything, most of all you!"

"You won't lose me, Melissa. My heart is forever yours, remember?"

"But, if I have your heart and I die, you'll never find love again, Lazarus. I don't want that to happen." She looked to him for a brief second, before looking back into the forest.

"You won't die," he murmured, hugging a little tighter, "he was just trying to get to you, that’s all."

"Then why am I losing everything? Why am I...? OW!" She growled, stretching her mouth slightly and then brought a hand over it. He pulled back slightly, wondering what was wrong. "My mouth is killing me." She mumbled through her hand.

"Why, what's wrong with it?" She rolled her eyes.

"I dunno, I can't see inside my mouth." He sighed and simply went back to hugging her and something in her mind snapped, "Wait no...Get off me." He did as she asked and she put a finger in her mouth, touching to the place where she should have pricked her finger. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, standing, she ran off to the park, stopping at the gate, chanting the word, "no," over and over.

He followed her over, “what’s wrong?”

"They're gone!"

"How can they just be gone?"

"I don't know, you think I know? How would I know?" She growled irritably, "how the hell would I know!?"

He took a step back, raising his hands. "Okay, okay I’m sorry! No need to snap at me for it."

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