"I would, but I don't want you to protect me all the time, I don't want to be coddled." She sighed, gently sitting herself up.

"Okay." He replied simply, watching her cautiously.

Her stomach still ached slightly as she turned her self round, draping her legs over the edge of the couch. "Lazarus. I'm sorry." She sighed, looking down at the whole in her dress. She pressed lightly at the tender, exposed skin, wincing slightly.

"What for?" He asked, looking up at her.

"For not listening to you, for getting us into that mess." She clenched her jaw as she stood up, stretching her stomach muscles.

"We're alive. That's all that matters."

"Still, I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Melissa lowered herself down sitting next to him, "Are you okay, Lazarus?" She asked, concerned by his short answers and his cool tone.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

"You've just been attacked by a hunter, your wrists burnt and you're really calm about it." She grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly.

"I thought I'd lost you and I haven't. Why would I care about a hunter when I was so close to having my life torn apart again?" He snapped suddenly, but his voice was still cool and soft.

"Sorry..." she mumbled, staring absently at the ring on her finger, rubbing the blood from it with her thumb; returning it to it's former shine.

"No need." He sighed, placing an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

"I love you so, so much." She cried, ducking her head under his arm and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

"I love you too." He smiled.

Melissa waited for a while lost in the moment before she saw the blood staining her dress. "May I use your shower please?" She queried, breaking their embrace.

"Sure." He nodded. Melissa stood up, slipping out of her dress. "Could you... destroy this somehow please?" She grimaced, holding it at arms length.

"Why?" He asked, standing up to face her.

Melissa's eyes dimmed. "It's coated in blood and has a bullet hole blown in the side." She looked at it for a moment, "I'm not even sure whose blood it is."

Lazarus nodded dumbly, taking the dress from her. "Okay."

"Thank you." She smiled, kissing his cheek before disappearing into the bathroom, running the cold water. "No problem." She heard Lazarus call from the front room.

She took off her underwear and sat in the shower, watching the blood run from her body, flowing away with the water. She got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her she walked out of the bathroom, into the bedroom. Her hair still in perfect curls despite being wet. "Lazarus..." She blushed, leaning her head around the door, into the living room. Clutching the towel to her body tightly.

"Yeah?" He asked, turning round from putting her dress in the bin.

"Umm... I have no clothes." She chuckled slightly, embarrassed.

"That's a problem?" He chuckled back.

"Well... no.." She stumbled, "but I'm not going out in public naked." She giggled, pulling the towel tighter around herself.

"Were you planning on going out?" He asked as he walked toward her.

"No, but do you want me to stay all night in your apartment, naked?" She asked, blushing even more furiously as she saw Lazarus approach her.

"Well," he wrapped his arms around her, "I wouldn't complain, but I'll get you something to wear if you'd rather," he laughed. "What clothes do you want?"

"I...well." She stuttered then took a deep breath. "Well, I don't have many clothes... I never normally get shot." She rubbed her neck awkwardly. "There should be a blouse and trousers in the second box." He nodded and kissed her quickly before disappearing next-door.

Melissa sat herself down on his couch, letting the towel slip in her grasp a little. A few moments and Lazarus returned, her clothes draped around his arm.

Melissa looked at him, the towel wrapped around her as she sat on his couch. "Thanks." She blushed. "You know, I still don't know why I'm not over this yet..."

"It's fine," he smiled. "It's not something you can hurry along, I guess."

"No but... It's not like.." She coughed, ending her sentence. "Well, I'm normally dressed. That's all."

"You're more than welcome to spend more time undressed, as far as I'm concerned. But that's up to you," he laughed.

Her gaze shot straight to the floor. "That's unfair." She laughed.

"What's unfair now?"

"Me being naked and you fully dressed." She huffed, smiling.

"Well I got you your clothes. It's up to you what you do about that. The question is: do you get dressed, or do you undress me?" His eyes sparkled mischievously as he grinned at her.

"Lazarus... honestly." She laughed, walking up to him she grabbed her clothes before throwing them to the floor. "Do you only think of one thing?" She asked, dropping her towel to the floor.

"I think of many things, Melissa. That doesn't stop me from being a guy, or having too much testosterone."

"What do you want?" She asked, draping her arms around his neck, her cheeks still did not stop their blush.

"World peace and for all hunters to kindly drop dead?' he said half jokingly.

"Now you know that's not what I meant."

"Hmm, well what do you want?"

"You." She replied simply.

He pulled her close and kissed her. "You have me."

"Good." She smiled, kissing him back.

"Nothing else you want?" He smiled.

She shook her head, "world peace?" She laughed.

He joined her laughter and pulled her down onto the sofa so that she was sitting on his lap. "I love you."

"I love you more." She grinned.

"We've had this argument. I'm not as tired as I was last time though."

"Well. Prove it." She grinned.

'I love you more than you know, or will ever realise,' he said, squeezing her a little. 'I did propose after all,' he laughed.

"Hmm. Yeah." She nodded. "But I sacrificed my life for you." She turned, so she was facing him, but still sat on his lap.

He paused, silenced for a moment. "Fine, okay you win."

She grinned "Well. I think we're even." She slid off his lap. Disappearing into the bathroom to slide on her underwear, before returning, looking at Lazarus. "Well, what do you want?" She asked, repeating her question.

"You." He replied simply.

She laughed. "Anything else?"

"A decent apartment to share with you in Paris?" he smiled.

She laughed, walking toward him. "Well, so far your wish is my command. So, got anything else to add to that?"

"I thought I was supposed to be the pushy one," he laughed, pulling her back down beside him before kissing her firmly.

"I thought I'd turn the tables. Tis a game of give and take." She laughed.

"Then it's more a question of what you want, isn't it," he gave her a crooked smile. "Take what you like," he murmured.

"Not if you don't want to." She said, a serious look on her face.

"You're the coy one, not me," he grinned.

She raised her eyebrow. "Thanks." She laughed, once again slipping off her underwear. "I'm not getting anywhere am I?"

He chuckled. "No. I believe we've returned to that 'unfair' balance we had earlier."

"Hmm, I must make it fair then." She sighed, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"No need to sound like it's a chore," he laughed. "I'm glad I'm good enough to have reversed your thoughts on such... experiences with men, though." He kissed her and unzipped his jeans for her.

"It's not a chore." She laughed, pulling the shirt from his back. "And you're not like any other men, are you?" She grinned, pulling his trousers off, leaving him in his boxers.

His desire was painfully obvious as he sat there. "I would hope not." Melissa looked at him and laughed, sitting on the table across from him, simply gazing at the desire in his eyes.  "Are you just going to leave me hanging like this?" he asked.

Melissa looked at him, thinking for a moment. "You gonna let me do all the work?" She countered, grinning foolishly.

"Hmm," He stood abruptly and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. "No," he said as he put her down in the middle of the mattress. He joined her on the bed, kneeling over her so that she was between his knees. He bent down, using his hands to support him on either side of her shoulders. He gazed down at her for a moment before leaning in to kiss her.Melissa opened her mouth to say something but instead simply kissed him, running her hands down his hips, pushing his boxers down to his ankles. She looked up, gazing into his blue eyes. Her mind skipped to James, to the look in his eyes as she killed him, his deep blue eyes. Then to Fenris and the hunter. She had turned into a monster... She shook her head, clearing her mind of the thoughts.

She shook her head, "nothing." She smiled.

He frowned a little. "Tell me?"

"No. It's nothing." She laughed kissing him softly.

"Huh." He grunted. He lowered his body over Melissa's, pulling her up toward him. He rolled both of them over so that this time he was underneath. "You wanted to turn the tables," he grinned up at her, "so you can be on top this time." He laughed.

She looked down on him, his eyes taking her in again. "I..." She stopped. Catching the sound of his racing heart. The vein on his neck sticking out. "No. I can't do this." She shook her head furiously, breaking their embrace and rolling over so she laid next to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, pushing himself up to look at her.

"No." She sighed pushing herself up from the bed, sitting on the side, her back to Lazarus. "I'm hungry and I can't stop thinking about James, Fenris and that bloody hunter." She growled. "I'm sorry." She got up, gathering her clothes from the living room and getting dressed.

He sighed, but didn't bother getting dressed. Getting up, he went to the fridge and pulled out one of the donor blood bags he had taken from Melissa's place the night before. He gazed at it for a second, slightly weirded out that he was holding her dinner, before taking it back to the bedroom. "Catch," he muttered, chucking it to her as he looked for his boxers.

She held up a hand, not even looking to see where it was coming from she caught it. She looked down, squeezing the red bag watching the liquid slosh around she threw it to the floor. "No." She shook her head, backing away from it.

The blood link between Melissa and her 'victims' made her mind skip to the hunter's husband, who was preparing himself to jump off a bridge, on account of not having anything. Despite his daughter stood watching in horror as her father threw himself to the dark depths of the river. "I hate that link." She grimaced. Her mind shooting back to the real world as the link broke.

"You have to feed Melissa," Lazarus growled, looking up from the floor as his hand closed around his boxers.

"No. No I won't." She growled, not taking her eyes off the bag of blood on the floor.

With a sigh Lazarus straightened. "Why the hell not?"

"No one wants a murderous, killing, blood-sucking monster on the streets! If I don't drink, I'll be weak and I won't have the strength to kill anyone.""That's ridiculous, Melissa. You'll waste away if you don't drink it. Really. Don't make me force it down your throat again," he pleaded.

"I can't." She sobbed, repulsed by the crimson liquid sloshing around in it's plastic container. "I can't."

"why can't you?"

"Because it's horrible." She growled, clutching her stomach as the pain shot through her. "No." She snarled defiantly

"Melissa, I know I complain about what I am all the time, but I can't do anything about it. You can't help what you are either, but please, just feed."

"I don't want to!" She cried, looking up at him, her eyes pleading for him to leave it. The images of James and Fenris replaying constantly as she tore them apart.

He noticed the look in her eyes but he felt the frustration within him rise. He would not allow himself to be denied twice. "Melissa." his voice was low and dangerous as he spoke. "I don't want you to be hungry, and I don't want the reason you can't even look at me to be because all you want to do is drink from me. Drink from the bag, it'll save a lot of pain on both our parts."

"Just drink it." He scowled, looking down at her.

She looked up at him one last time, scared by his sudden snap. She took the ring from her finger, throwing it to his feet before putting the bag to her lips, drinking it like a baby would a bottle. But she did not enjoy the taste, it seemed bitter and sour on her tongue, burning her throat.

He watched the ring settle on the floor and as she drunk, Lazarus got dressed. Before she finished and before she could stop him, he was out of the apartment, already halfway down the stairs.

The End

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