Melissa nodded, somewhat understanding the thoughts playing in her head. "So, when do I get my human Lazarus back?" She asked tilting her head slightly. She still gripped slightly to the covers although she felt more relaxed knowing Lazarus was in control of the beast. The moonlight shone on her back, making her skin glow.

Lazarus sent images of James into her head, then the final minutes of Logan's life. Melissa raised an eyebrow slightly. "When James is dead?" She translated, to which he nodded. "But when will that be, we don't even have any idea where he is." She sighed. He sent images of James town through her head and she shook it. "So I'm supposed to walk around a town with a giant wolf at my side?"

Lazarus tilted his head before jumping of the bed, pulling the covers off with his weight. Melissa sighed as he went into the bathroom, thinking of how he needed to talk to her properly and how he needed to become inconspicuous. The change back came quite quickly but was over even quicker, when it was done Lazarus began to get changed again. Melissa remained sat on the bed, wondering what they would do. But time seemed to pass her by too quickly because soon Lazarus emerged from the bathroom again, human and fully clothed.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was thinking. I didn't realise you had already changed!" She apologised, frantically scooping up her clothes from the floor.

"That's okay." He smiled, handing her, her trousers. "Thanks," she smiled back pulling on her clothes on. "So, we are going back to his town?" She asked pulling on her trousers.

"It's better to be on the lookout for him, than waiting for him to come to us." He nodded, looking at her.

Melissa cursed suddenly. "Lazarus." She laughed.

"What?" He asked, his brow furrowing.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get changed first." She laughed again, "You've ripped my trousers!" She pointed to the zipper hanging from the fabric.

"I..." he swore and blushed. "Sorry."

"It's fine." She mumbled through laughter. "I'll be back in a minute." She smiled, kissing his cheek.

Her own apartment was still as dark and dank as it ever was. She sighed, rooting through the boxes once again. She knew she would be fighting, so she pulled out her black dress and flat shoes. As she pulled out the dress something silver fell to the floor, at her feet. She picked it up and smiled. The small cross seemed even smaller in her hand. She put the metal cross around her neck and slipped into her new clothes before returning to Lazarus' apartment. "Sorry about that." She laughed.

He noticed the silver cross around her neck and smiled. "It was my fault, It's fine. I see your not allergic to religious stuff then." He laughed.

"No. Simply mythic nonsense." She laughed with him.

"Hmm... what else is mythic nonsense?" He asked.

"Silver, Garlic, wearing capes." She shrugged. "Why'd you ask?" She added.

"Just curious. I've never thought to ask before."

Melissa nodded. "Well, what about you?"

"Umm. The red hair thing, throwing steel over the wolf will not make me change back. But I guess a lot of them are true, like silver." He shrugged. "I can't say I've tried a lot of them,humans make up a lot of stupid things."

"Indeed." She sighed, touching the simple cross around her neck. "But, I suppose it's a good thing. Hunter's don't seem to know as much about vampires as they do werewolves."

"Seem being the operative word, no doubt."  He paused realising he was being pessimistic again. "Sorry."

"It's fine, seem was the wrong word to use. I know hunters know nothing about vampires, well unless they found something out in the past 50 years."

"Fifty years is a long enough time for humans to do anything - look at their scientific and technological advances." He gestured to the laptop sitting on his desk.

"Hmm, but hopefully I won't find myself in the same position twice." She growled.

"Hmm." Lazarus nodded in agreement.

Melissa shook her head. "You're safe though. It's not silver. My mother gave it to me. She never liked silver..."

Hesitantly he reached out and touched it, rubbing over it's surface with his thumb. He smiled and kissed her. Melissa smiled, adding a shorter kiss on the end. "Come on, we better get going." She sighed, reluctant to go.



"Do you think I've got it wrong? Do you think he won't be looking? I mean, I was on his turf, it's up to him what he does there and if getting rid of werewolves is what he does there then that was just natural. Do you think he cares now I've gone?'' He grabbed her hand and turned her to face him. She looked up into his eyes curiously.

"Lazarus. James works with the hunters. You are their target. What you do now is your choice. But he will be watching you. That I'm sure."

"What do you think we should do? It was wrong of me to just head straight into making decisions without you."

"It's fine." She thought for a moment. "I think we, I, should challenge him. We pick a date. We fight with the rules."


"We...vampires. Do have codes, rules we live by. If one vampire challenges another they set out the rules to which they will fight." She paused, "like whether they fight with or without weapons, with or without a friend. Like a duel."

He shook his head and sighed. "There's so much I don't know about vampires, yet I'm in love with one."

"You know, if you asked I would have told you." She laughed.

"It never crossed my mind before!"

"Well, if something ever does 'cross your mind,' don't be afraid to ask me. No matter how personal." She smiled.

"I can't ask a lady personal questions that's just...rude, weird." He laughed a little then smiled.

"Well I don't mind. You already know how old I am." She laughed. "Well, go ahead. Ask me something. It will only bug you later."

"I - I don't know what to ask," he chuckled.

"Well, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What did you do when you were human, I mean, we lived in the same time frame."

"I scraped a living playing piano concerts. What... what about you?"

"Well, we lived in bath. My father was a lord there. I didn't really do anything. I was meant to sit there and look pretty. Wait for my 'ideal husband' as it were." She sat down on the table and blushed a little as she continued. "I had many a man asking for my hand. But I accepted none. As you know, all they wanted was my looks. And I didn't want wealth or popularity. I wanted love." She sighed.

"A... a lord?" He repeated, torn between resentment for his own lowly beginnings, though that was hardly Melissa's fault, and amazement. "Well, you have love now. Sorry for the wait."

"A lord." She sighed again, then looked back up meeting his eyes. "It's not your fault." She smiled.

"Well even if I had known you as a human, we wouldn't have gotten anywhere near each other - I was born to a shoe shiner," he laughed wryly.

Melissa shook her head, "Ahh well. I used to love to traverse the streets, talking to everyone, of any status. I hated being my fathers daughter."

He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and smiled not only with his lips, but his eyes too. "So very different to Gabriel. He only talked to me because I'm a good pianist and he appreciated one of my concerts."

She looked at him for a moment, wondering how he could love such a person. But then she paused, thinking of a time too long ago. "Maybe, if I had met you and fallen in love with you I would have left you anyway."

"Probably. Society wouldn't have allowed it."

Melissa nodded. "My father wouldn't have allowed it. He had the butcher's boy shot." She sighed. Forcing the image from her head with sorrow in her eyes. "So. Do you agree with my idea?" She mumbled, attempting to change the subject.

"Sorry, uh..." He stuttered awkwardly. "I suppose, but I don't know why he would accept fighting you, if I'm supposed to be his target?"

"I will give him the rule of one extra person. That way he will think, two birds with one stone."

"So I do get to fight him too?"

"If you want to, but he will bring someone along as well." She replied, to which Lazarus nodded wordlessly.

"Lazarus, are you okay?" She asked standing up and placing a cool hand on his cheek."Fine. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"I'm scared. But can you blame me?"

"I don't blame you at all," he muttered folding his arms around her tightly. He wouldn't admit it to her for fear of scaring her more, but he felt the same way.

The End

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