The pain in her head subsided as she tore her vision away from the TV to Lazarus' eyes. "Do you... do you think they got him?" She asked, her eyes resisting the urge to look back at the TV.

"I...I don't know." He murmured. "I hope so."

"Lazarus." She smiled, thinking of nothing else to say. "I love you." She thought the words would have lost meaning the amount of times she had said them. "I'm glad I found you." She whispered sweetly into his ear.

"I'm glad you found me, I love you too." He smiled.

She got up, "you asked me, what did I want to do on our final day and night before we left." She paused, looking into his eyes. "Tomorrow night, will you walk with me?"

"Walk with you where?" He asked, curiously.

"To Gabriel's crypt. There's something I want to do, something we have to do."

"Uhm...okay." He mumbled, unsure.

"Do you trust me?"


"Then know that I mean well. Trust me."

"I'm just curious..."

"Then feel free to ask me anything." She grinned.

"Okay. What do you plan on doing at Gabriel's crypt?"

"Find a keepsake."


"Give you something to remember him by." She looked at him, certainty glimmering in her green eyes.


"Every lord has a ring, his crest; surely he was buried with it?"

"I dunno, his father was still alive when he died."

"He was married, he had a daughter. He would carry the crest for his family." She thought for a moment. Family.

"I don't know. I was interested in him, not his family crest."

"Yeah. But it will have his initials on the bottom." She smiled, "Lazarus, have you ever wanted a family?"

Lazarus looked at her thoughtfully. "Not really. It's never crossed my mind. Have you?"

"It doesn't matter now. Does it?"

"Doesn't it?"

"No." She paused, clutching her stomach. "Vampires can't have kids."

"No, but I'm sure there's nothing stopping us from adopting them really."

"I don't know, maybe the fact that we are both creatures of the night?" She looked at him. "No. It wouldn't be right."

"Well, that's up to you."

She looked at him, down-heartened. "Damn curse in the blood."

He hugged her tightly, her head pressed against his chest comfortably. "It would be weird raising a kid in France anyways. They'd know better French than us." He laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah." She smiled, hugging him back. "We have years ahead of us yet anyway."

"We have each other. Once we're married we'll be family. I suppose if you don't want to adopt, it'll be enough." He smiled.

"You're enough to handle anyway." She laughed.

"Yeah, I'm needy enough." He rolled his eyes.

"Hmm, your needs are another thing."

"I didn't mean those needs." He mumbled, embarrassed.

"I know." She smiled, kissing his cheek, making the blush fade.

"Although, talking of which, I think we should go to bed."

He looked out of the window to the rising sun. "How annoying. I'm not tired, now." He laughed.

"Well. We don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm not all that fussed." She smiled.

"Hmm. I feel like playing the piano."

"I'd love to listen. Unless you would like me to play too."

"You can listen, if you like."

"I'd love to." She said, kissing him firmly on his lips. He kissed back and moved over to the piano. She smiled and followed him, sitting on the seat beside him. "What would you like to hear?"

"What do you feel like playing?" She giggled, not really knowing how to answer

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, before beginning to play. "Guess what it is." He began to play their song but fitting the violin part into the piano. She looked at him and smiled, laying her head on his shoulder.

"It's ours." Her stomach tied itself in knots as she listened to the music floating through the air.

"Mhmm. But improvised," he laughed, and looked at Melissa, grinning.

"You must have been very popular at your concerts." She smiled. Watching his fingers glide gracefully over the keys with interest.

"I was. No one was too happy when I stopped playing."  He paused. "I sound like I'm bragging."  He stopped talking.

"No. You're not. I would be unhappy if you stopped too. But..." She smiled "If you were forever playing I'd never get to do anything else with you." She kissed his cheek softly'

"Just as well I have a balance between the two," he laughed.

"Yeah." She nodded, her mind escaping to the sound of the music. "I know I have said this a hundred times before but, it's beautiful."

"Thank you."

She couldn't help but smile. "Almost half as wonderful as you too."

"Only half?"

"You exceed it by miles."

"Thank you, again."  He smiled and twisted a little to kiss her, though he didn't stop playing.

She closed her eyes, her simulated breathing mirroring the song as the song became the only think she thought of. "Wonderful..." She murmured.

"And you get it all for free." He grinned. "I was not a cheap pianist."

"I can bet. I feel as if I'm robbing you." She laughed.

"You're not. I have you, it's more than enough."

"I hardly pay bills though do I?" She giggled.

"Um, if I remember correctly, you do." He muttered, flushing a little as he remember how she had given him everything.

"Ahh. Yes. Well, it was the least I could do."


She took his hands in her own, stopping his playing, making him face her she leant towards him. Kissing him firmly and gently. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her.

She placed her own arms round his neck. Further deepening the kiss before she pulled away. Gazing into his eyes, "How did I ever live without you?"

"I'm sure you managed. I don't know how I lived without you though. Well... I didn't," he laughed.

"I'm glad you persevered though." She grinned.

"Me too."

"Excuse me a moment." She smiled, getting up from the stool. "I want to get something from my apartment."


She disappeared and reappeared with her fist tightly closed around something. She held them out straight, a row of red prayer beads, a black iron cross in the middle. "Here." She smiled placing the rosary beads in his hand.

"What's this for?"

"A present. Something to remember me by."

He laughed. "Thank you. But I don't think you'll be going anywhere soon."

"Just in case." She smiled.

"Thank you. I don't know what to give you, though."

"You have given me enough." She gasped shocked at his words, her eyes widening slightly.

"Nothing for you to remember me by."

"My violin, the music constantly playing in my mind?"

"It's not the same. I didn't give you those for the purpose of remembering me by." He sighed.

Melissa took his hands. "You don't have to. I will remember you."

"Well you know I'm never gonna forget you, yet you gave me your rosary anyway."

"Because you have already given me so much!"

"Not really." He mumbled quietly, not wanting an argument.

"More than material goods you have given me my first kiss, my first..." She smiled embarrassed. "My first song." She giggled.

"No one has ever written you a song before?' he asked, incredulous

"No. Don't believe me? I have been given flowers and jewellery, jewels and land; but never anything else, nothing that won't disappear over time."

"I do, I just find it hard to believe that no one has ever written you a song before." He smiled.


"Well it would have been the first thing I would have thought of doing for you as a romantic gesture as a human."

"They did want romance. They wanted to show my family how rich they were. So they could win my hand."

"I wouldn't. I'd have written that," he gestured to the score sitting on the piano.

"Then you would have had my hand easily."

"I don't know if your family would have agreed." He chuckled.

"I wouldn't have cared, if father wasn't such a psycho." She looked at him.


"But I don't care!" She exclaimed joyously. "You have my hand, my heart, my soul and my body!" She laughed.

"That's a lot to give one person. Yet I believe you have my heart, soul and body also."

"It's not." She laughed. "You know it's all yours."

"I'm a very lucky man. Wolf. Whatever." He grinned

"Well, I suppose you could put it that way." She smiled. "If you hold me in a high regard."

"Very high."

She grinned. "Oh, do you mind undoing the lace?" She asked, turning her back to him. "I think I did it up to tight, although, I can't breathe anyway." She laughed.

"Sure." He undid the lace but didn't do it back up again.

"And back up again?" She asked.

"You asked me to undo it. I did exactly as you asked me,' he grinned mischievously.

"Well, I meant if you could fix it please." She said, not noticing the look in his eye as her back was to him.

He leant in, kissing her cheek from behind. "Your wish is my command," he said, re-lacing the back of the dress.

Something about the way he said it made her shudder and she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder. "Was it your wish?" She asked curiously.

"I wish for whatever you wish for." He replied.

"Anything I wish for?"

"As long as it makes you happy, yes."

"Ah." She smiled, her back still facing him. "Well, what do you wish for now? You must have at least one wish of your own."

"For you to be happy." He insisted.

"Is that all?" She asked in disbelief whilst turning to face him.


"Surely not, surely there must be other things you want."

He paused thinking for a moment. 'Not really. Just for the hunters to leave us alone.'

She looked at him. "Well you should try to make yourself happy, not just me! I don't want you waiting on me like that."

"I'm happy when you're happy."

She scowled slightly. "Well how am I supposed to make you happy?"

"Letting me make you happy." He grinned foolishly

"Lazarus, seriously. What if I'm unhappy? And I don't want you to know but I want you to be happy?"

"I dunno. Do something that will cheer you up. Or let me know." He paused. "It's my responsibility to make you happy." He kissed her on the cheek

"No. It's your job to be with me." She sighed, still not happy with his answers.

"And I am." He sighed, "Always will be."

"That is your job." She sighed. "You don't need to make me happy."

"I want to, though."

"But you don't have to!" She cried. "I mean, I don't want you worrying about me so."

"Okay, okay!" He laughed.

"Now you're...eugh." She stopped and placed a hand on his cheek, kissing him. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For your intentions, even if I may not agree."

 "That's okay." He smiled.

"I just want to make you happy too, and that's hard when you rely on me being happy."

"Well how would you be able to make me happy when you're not?"

"Because I won't have to show it!" She smiled.

"Mmm but then you would be unhappy, trying to make me happy, when you should focus on yourself." He shook his head, confused. "I'm beginning to confuse myself. Shh." He laughed.

"Okay. I'm sorry." She giggled kissing him again. "You sure you're not tired?"

"I've worn myself out with all this talking."

"Oh I'm sorry!" She shook her head.

"It's fine. I'll be awake enough for the viewing then, won't I?"

Melissa nodded, grabbing his hand as she led him into the bedroom. She told him to lie down as she undid the lace again. "I'm sorry; I just find it uncomfortable to lie in bed with my clothes on." She said as she pushed her dress down and her tights, lying next to him in her underwear. She kissed his cheek and pulled the duvet over them. He smiled and put an arm around her, muttering "I love you," before falling asleep. "I love you too." She said wondering if he could hear her. "I fear those hunter's are going to tear us apart." She mumbled, mainly to herself. Before she wrapped her arms around him, slowly falling asleep as well.

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