Secrets and PastsMature

Melissa gently placed the wolf upon the floor and kissed it's forehead, stroking it's fur gently, feeling where it's ribs had been broken. She pulled her hand away as the wolf whimpered beneath her touch. "Sleep." She whispered, looking outside the cave. The sun had just began to grace the horizon as she went outside to gather firewood for the night to come. When she returned the wolf was asleep, it's side rising and falling with it's laboured breaths. She piled up the firewood and sat beside him, gently running her hand across it's head, between it's ears.

James had not succeeded in unlocking her secret, but now she thought, unlocking it herself. She knew she had to tell Lazarus. But later, when he was better. She gazed at the sun, waiting for it to go down again, watching over Lazarus protectively as he had done for her. She sighed. As the sun had began to descend she lifted her hand as he changed back, but he was silent the change seeming to crack his ribs back in place. The sleep seemed to numb the pain a bit, although he did grimace.

When the sun did disappear behind the horizon again she had already began to move, back to the apartment. There she picked up some matches, clothes and a packet of biscuits. She returned to the cave to find Lazarus already awake, but still laid upon the floor. She placed the folded clothes upon the cold floor next to him, then the biscuits on top of them before lighting a match and throwing it into the firewood. Igniting it with a roar that shook the trees around them. "Evening." She smiled, wiping the blood off her cross with her thumb.

"Hi." He wheezed. Melissa sat beside him, running her hand through his hair. "It's good to see you've recovered. That was quite a fight you put up there."

"Well done, Melissa. I'm proud of you." He reached up and kissed her ignoring the ache still in his side.

She smiled and placed an arm round his waist, steadying him. "Unfortunatly I didn't save you from pain though did I?"

"It's fine." He smiled, kissing her cheek again softly.

"No. It's not." She sighed, her smile fading. "He cheated. I should have seen it coming."

"You couldn't have done anything about that." He said, caressing her cheek with his thumb where he had just kissed her.

"Well. They're... dead, now." She sighed, shivering at the thought of how she had snapped so easily. How the look in her eyes had been enough to even make James scared. She lifted her arm and wrapped her hand around his as it began to warm her cheek.

"Good. We can finally relax for once." He sat up, grimacing at the pain in his side.

"Lazarus... I have something to tell you. Please, don't be mad I haven't told you before." She sighed, taking his hand from her face then broke their eye contact, staring at the fire instead. It's dancing flames showing Logan's face. She shook her head the fire slowly becoming normal.

"What is it?" He asked.

Melissa paused. "Logan." She looked up to meet his curious gaze. "Logan was my father." Suddenly the lock upon the door in her mind had been broken, her secret laid bare.

"He..." Lazarus started, but his words were lost.

Melissa got up, moving to the other side of the fire. "I'm sorry."

He blinked for a moment, shocked, but then relaxed. "You can't help who your father is. I'm sorry I ripped him apart the way I did." He smiled, but it was strained.

"I'm sorry I asked you to kill him."

"Don't be it was your choice." He got up, moving towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I should have told you sooner. It was just..." She sighed, turning so she was facing him again. "I just didn't want to accept it myself."

"It's okay." His smile relaxed into a warm grin and he brushed the hair out of her face.

"I want no more secrets between us." She said, returning the smile.

"I'm an open book. You know that."

"I'm not, that's what I'm worried about."

"Well... it's up to you to tell me. I'm not going to force you to tell me anything."

"You're too soft." She laughed.

"I'm not soft, I'm polite." He laughed back, pulling on his boxers, then trousers, leaving his top half bare. His side was still tender to the touch.

"Yeah. I know." She sighed, wondering where to start.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting down close to the fire, Melissa by his side.

"I, I don't know where to start, I want to tell you everything. Lay my heart bare."

"Well, the beginning is a good place to start." He laughed, Melissa just nodded.

"Yeah, well." She sighed, holding his hand she sent images through his mind. "Well, my father, Logan, went away in the war he said. Leaving me, mum and my sisters at home. Men came to ask for my hand and I declined. Slowly my sister's grew jealous and I fell in love with the butchers boy down in the town. When they found out they sent a letter to father, he had him shot in the town square." She paused, allowing the scene to play out in her mind and his.

Lazarus didn't know what to say so he stayed quiet , simply hugging her. He grimaced at the scene in their heads.

"But when father came home he had already turned and he slaughtered the whole town, turning me in the process. But I was sort of glad that Albert didn't have to die that way." She sighed, returning his embrace, careful of his side.

"I'm sorry you lost someone you loved that way," he said quietly. He wanted to ask about this Albert, but he didn't want to make her hurt any more.

"You have a question?" She asked, seeing the curiousity in his eyes.

"Just wondering about him. Nothing important," he smiled.

"No. Go ahead, ask. I don't mind. It is the past after all."

"Well I don't know what to ask as such. Just wondering what he was like."

"Well," she paused, thinking. "He was tall, blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. He always used to wait, everyday when he got off from work, at the fountain with a bouquet of white roses in his hands. I had only known him for a few weeks when my sisters found out. I told him to run but he said he would never leave my side."

Lazarus nodded silently in reply. "I like white roses..." she contemplated, then snapped out of her dream, looking at him. "But you're here now." She kissed his cheek softly.

"I'm short though." He laughed.

Melissa laughed with him. "You're taller than me."

"I'm still not very tall. Modern men grow so tall these days."

"I don't care." She laughed. "I don't want one of these 'modern men' do I? I want you."

Lazarus smiled and Melissa smiled back, "so, what about Gabriel?" "The man that broke your heart so." She finished in her head.

"Typical rich kid. On the outside anyways. I know I said he only talked to me because I'm a good pianist - that was the first time he met me. If I hadn't played that concert I wouldn't have met him. I couldn't have gotten even close to him otherwise. I'd say you know how the rich people were, but you were on the other side of that barrier," he smiled.

She smiled back, "Mmm but I still knew what they were like..." She wandered, then snapped back. "But carry on."

"Well he was sweet, he hated society as much as I did. He realised that if it weren't for that concert he wouldn't have known me. Of course his views only changed after he knew me. He was... ah my memory has faded,"  he shook his head and smiled.

"He sounds sweet too." She laughed. "How did you... become what you are? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to tell me."

"Late night stroll gone wrong,"

"Ah." She nodded. "Sorry."

"What for?"

"For you becoming, what you are."

"If I wasn't what I am, I wouldn't have met you."

"Yeah. I bet you just love talking to the dead." She laughed.

"Hmm, not the ones that try to kill me. But I like talking to you. I love you."

"I know." She laughed. "I love you too." He returned her smile and Melissa started thinking. "But, think. If you weren't what you are. You wouldn't have met me, but you would have still been with Gabriel." She stopped, looking down to the floor ashamed. She had said her thoughts aloud. It should have just stayed a thought.

"But I like you much better. I can spend alot longer with you."

"What if you had to choose, if we were human and you had to choose between me and him?" She mumbled,looking at him.

"I... That's a horrible question, Melissa. Who would you choose if we were all human? Me or Albert?"

Melissa looked at him, meeting his eyes. "You." She said without hesitation, Lazarus scowled. "What? it's true! But if you can't choose. Thats fine." She muttered pulling her knees closer to her chest.

He looked up, embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm a dick. I choose you, of course I do. I just knew Gabriel a long time, we spent years together. We have years ahead of us. I'm going to shut up."

"You're not. I shouldn't have asked." She sighed,shaking her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She pushed his hair from his face and kissed his lips firmly. He returned the kiss, but his blush didn't fade. "So cute." She laughed. Caressing his cheek.

Her word made his blush deepen. "Shut up." He muttered under his breath.

"Okay." She laughed again, wrapping her arms around him. "You won't hear any more from me." She grinned foolishly.

"I was joking."  He mumbled, kissing her then resting their foreheads together smiling. Melissa just nodded silently and kissed him back. "I love you." He grinned. Melissa smiled, kissing him in reply. Silently. "You can talk, you know. I was joking." She sighed and nodded again lying down on the cave floor. "Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded again, unzipping her dress half-way so she could move more freely.

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