How very human of you.Mature

Lazarus sighed. He didn't know what to do. It wouldn't be hard to transform and turn her, he could do that easily enough; it would be when it came to the moon and her first transformation tore her apart. He shuddered slightly, remembering his first transformation. He'd had no idea what was going on, he hadn't understood as the wolf fought with him for control, ripping and breaking his body. Though Melissa would understand what was happening, it would still hurt her beyond the reach of imagination.

Noticing his shudder, she hugged him a little tighter, but it was still rather weak compared to her usual, vampiric embraces. He returned the gentle squeeze, kissing the top of her head.

"It kinda sucks, not being able to hold you so close, so tightly. This is the best I have," she sighed sorrowfully. He closed his eyes for a moment; the comment had stung more than she might have thought. It made him want to turn her more, of course it did, but he was still held back by that one fear that it would hurt her so much that she reacted the same way he did.

"Mmm," he hummed, still lost in thought. He was recalling now, his reaction to the first change. Waking up alone, naked and freezing in the woods, surrounded by the mauled corpses of other woodland creatures had not been an ideal way to start the morning, to say the least. He had dragged himself home, embarrassed and skulking, hiding as best he could all the way; he'd washed, dressed and crashed, sleeping for most of the day. By the time he had awoken, the change was already in full swing - he had been woken up by the agony that tore through him. The next morning, he had woken in a similar manner and, fearing that he was doomed to live his life in agony and nakedness in the woodland, attempted to kill himself.

"What's wrong?" Melissa asked, moving away slightly. He blinked, realising he was at home, four hundred years on, holding his wife. The memory was still so vivid that he had for a few moments, almost believed he was there again.

"Nothing," he mumbled quietly, shaking his head slightly to try and clear it, "just remembering."

"That's a very dangerous thing to do," she whispered in reply, pulling away from him. "Try not to let the past bother you too much."

"Yeah," he muttered, dropping his arms back to his sides and his gaze to the cover over the piano keys.

"I think... I should talk to Albert."

"What, why?"

"Lycanthropy is such a pain for you, perhaps...you were right."

"And what would talking to Albert solve?"

"He's another wolf and I'm sure he'd be more than willing..."

"He'd use it as an excuse to pull us apart. ‘Oh, your husband's a wimp, blah, blah, blah.' I don't think he would be any help," he grumbled, mocking Albert's tone as he imitated him.

"He could never pull us apart," she mumbled beneath her breath.

"No, but he would try," he grimaced and sighed again, "look, I'm willing to do it - believe me, I'd love to be able to live with you properly without having to be careful of letting you in the light, and all that kinda stuff. I'm just afraid of it hurting you," he put his hand gently on her cheek and looked her in the eye, searching for the answer before he asked the question, "really afraid of hurting you. But if you're sure that it's what you want...?"

She placed her hand on top of his, gently stroking it. She didn't break her eye-contact with him as she replied, "it is and please, don't be afraid," she murmured softly, "I'll be here for you, and you'll be there for me. I know that, so please, never be afraid."

"I know, I know," he kissed her lightly and pulled his hand back, "I guess I just need a bit of time to get over that whole fear of hurting anyone with this."

"I understand that, but let's drop it now, hmm? In fact, I'm human so... well, what human things do you want to do?" She laughed, placing her hand back by her side.

"You're the human," he half smiled, "you can choose."

"I dunno... what options do I have?"

"Food, drink, outdoors in the light, sex, anything you want," he laughed slightly.

"So much to do!" She laughed, shaking her head, "I'm not hungry, I'm not thirsty... I just don't know," she announced and he rolled his eyes, still smiling. "I love you," she murmured randomly. "I do." His smile widened to a grin and he put his hands on her waist, leaning in to kiss her warmly.

"And I love you, too," he whispered. She deepened the kiss slightly with a smile as she placed her arms on his thighs, leaning toward him. His hands slipped around to the small of her back, holding her close to him as their tongues danced. Slowly she curled her hands into fists, shuddering slightly as a strange, alien feeling came over her. "You okay?" he asked, pausing, though he still held her close.

"Yeah, I just feel so strange..."

"Strange in what way?"

"Really warm, tingly." He grinned and pulled her so she was sitting sideways on his lap.

"Warm and tingly are good things to be feeling," he murmured into her neck, kissing along her jaw line back up to her mouth. She tilted her head slightly, questioningly but still kissed him back. Her eyes asking silent questions too as she gazed at him.

"They're human feelings," he shrugged slightly, "feeling anything vaguely human is a good thing," he mumbled into her skin, one of his hands sliding down ever so slightly as he kissed her shoulder, smiling.

She nodded, trembling again, "It feels... wonderful," she whispered, her heartbeat accelerating slightly. His hand slipped again, low down her back, wandering across her for a moment, before returning to its original place. She linked her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her so she could push her lips against his again, hungrily.

"How very... human of you," he murmured with a smirk, before kissing back, letting both of his hands travel south.

  

 

The End

0 comments about this story Feed