I Will FightMature

Melissa played with a smile on her face, but her mind was somewhere else. Even if James didn't know what was wrong he could easily read her mind and find out everything. Her concentration drifted for a moment and the violin screeched. Melissa shook her head and sighed. Placing the violin on the table. "I'm sorry." She muttered.

“What's up?” Lazarus asked, spinning round to face her.

"I can't help but feel that if James comes, I'm gonna ruin everything." She sighed heavily.

“Why would you be the one that ruins everything?” He asked bemused, his eyebrow slightly raised.

"Because. If he doesn't know something he can just read my mind and everything we try to hide from him will be revealed." She sat down on the table, facing him.

“And what are we hiding from him exactly?” He inquired, his eyebrow still raised.

"I don't know! But are you really thinking of attacking him with no plan!?" She said frustration at herself rising in her voice.

"I can't beat him, you know that. What's the point in planning when he really isn't going to just die?"

"Of course he isn't going to just die, but you need to think of something surely. You have more strength than him. We could work on that?" She suggested, still slightly irritated.

"How the hell have I got more strength than him? You've seen how much muscle I haven't got?"

"Lazarus you have strength of heart! Something to fight for. Plus, his affinity is not strength, so he has normal vampiric strength. A werewolf is stronger than a vampire!"

He paused slightly. "Maybe when I'm transformed, not that it helps."

"Wait, and you want to fight him without a plan, without anything at all?" She paused, breathing in, in an attempt to calm herself down. She looked at Lazarus, seeing the pleading in his eyes she sighed softly.

"Then don't fight him. You can run just as easily!"

"Not fast enough." He shrugged calmly.

"You are the most optimistic person I know." She sighed. "But, I could help us run! I'm faster than you and him!"

"Sorry, I don't mean to be so pessimistic..."

"Then just stop talking." She laughed.

Lazarus stopped talking, gazing dumbly at her.

"Better." She smiled, draping her arms round him.

Lazarus smiled back and kissed her, softly brushing his lips against hers.

"So. What are you going to do about him?" She asked, almost whispering it under her breath.

"Think you're strong enough to carry me?"

"No." She shook her head. "But I can probably drag you." She laughed. Lazarus grimaced. The corners of her lips pulled down and she sighed. "Unless I go drink pure blood."

"James could appear while your feeding," he frowned and sunk into thought.

Melissa pulled back from him and slowly made her way over to the window. She looked up at the sky, out the window. The sky had become a dark blue, radiating with the light from the moon and the slowly rising sun. When she finally opened her mouth to speak her tone was confident and sure. "Then I will fight him."

The End

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