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She pushed his hair behind his ears, kissing his forehead softly. "We can get a new one." She smiled.

"When we get the new apartment, there’s no point this close to moving." He spoke, returning her smile.

That’s what I meant." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh Lazarus, I am so glad you're okay!"

He put his head in his hands and exhaled gustily before looking back up. “Yeah.”

She kissed him quickly and forcefully, showing her relief as she brought him close to her again. "What was wrong? What was that dream?" She exclaimed frantically.

“God, it was so stupid. Just...” he hesitated, not wanting to bring up the conversation about family again, knowing it was a sensitive topic for her. “Just that bloody hunter.”

"Oh I was so worried; your heart was beating so fast!" Her stimulated heartbeat quickened as she showed her worry.

“I wonder why.” He said dryly.

"Lazarus." She cried with relief, smothering his lips with quick, soft kisses.

He laughed a little. 'You're acting like you were the one that had the dream,'

"I didn't know what had happened, can you blame me? Waking up to find a wolf beside me? When your heart beating ten to the dozen?" She stopped and exhaled a long deep sigh, trying to control her breathing.

“No, you're right, I'll try to wake up before I transform next time,” he laughed again.

She slapped him playfully. "Never ever do that again. If I was human I would have had a bloody heart attack!”

Ow.” He rubbed his cheek and scowled at her. “I didn't mean to!”

She scowled and rested her head on his shoulder, squeezing him gently before she got up. "You should get dressed." She mumbled, trying once more to steady her breathing.

“Yeah. I'll clean up in a minute,” he sighed and got up.

“I love you, angel." She smiled, remembering the thought she had chosen to calm him.

'I love you too...' He paused. 'I don't have a nickname for you,'

"Well if you think of one it better not be honey, darling, sweetheart or cupcake." She laughed, looking into his eyes dubiously. "Or corpse."

He grinned. “Of course, Sweetie.” He ducked into the bedroom and shut the door, leaning on it before she could hurt him.

She laughed. "Okay, I forgot that one." She growled playfully. "I'll give you that."

“Am I safe?” He asked.

Melissa laughed again. “Yes.”

“So what can I call you?” He asked, cautiously opening the door.

“How about Melissa or Millie?” She thought about it for a moment. “Wait. You don’t even know my name, do you? I mean my full name.”

“I was hoping you'd not notice I hadn't asked. It never crossed my mind before, and it got to a point where it was just embarrassing asking something I should already know.” He said a blush coming to his cheeks. 

She giggled. "So you proposed first?" She laughed. "Would you like to know?"

“I...” he sighed. “Yeah. It would be useful.” He smiled.

"Melissa Elizabeth Rose." She smiled.

Your last name is Rose?” He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Why?"

“Unusual last name, it's normally a first name.” He shrugged. “That and I actually haven't heard of your family before now.” He racked his mind, trying to think of any time the name had come up. “Your cousin had a different last name. Not to mention I only met her after they were married.”

"My last name is from my father. So of course my cousin had a different last name." She sighed. "Rose." She growled and then looked at him. "I'd prefer to be Thorn."

“You will be.” He grinned. “If you will have a little patience.”

"Not much, but it's there." She laughed. "Melissa Elizabeth Thorn." She smiled at how easily it rolled from her tongue.

“It sounds good.”

"And it ties me to you." She grinned. "Now, go clean up and we'll go for that walk. Unless you’d rather not."

“Yes ma'am,” he mocked her demanding tone, snapping his heels together and standing straight. “Anything else, ma'am?”

"Yes." She held her head high, looking down at him. She kissed him, closing her eyes, allowing the moment to take her. He laughed and broke away. She stood there in the same spot as Lazarus went to get changed and cleaned up. When he returned she looked at him and smiled.

“Hmm. I think I'll make sure I enjoy being alpha male when I'm in my wolf form next time, since you seem to have me wrapped around your little finger like this.” He laughed.

"You could be more demanding." She smiled. "I wouldn't mind being under your thumb once in a while." She giggled.

“To be honest, I wouldn't know what to demand.” He smiled as he scraped all the stuffing into a pile. “Oh, I know.” He looked up. “You never showed me your amazing cookery skills.”

"Indeed." She laughed. "Plus, when you're in wolf form I spend most my time on my back." She let out a small playful growl.

You can't hold that against me.”

"No." She looked at him. "When we're in France I promise to show you my cooking skills."

“Merci.” He inclined his head before grabbing a bin liner from the kitchen, hastily pushing the stuffing inside it.

She smiled. "Well." She smiled, helping him with the stuffing. "I don't mind being on my back once in a while." She winked, adding a sly giggle on the end.

“Mm, I noticed.” He grinned.

"Well, If you think about it, you are the one that controls me the most in these things."

“I am?”

"Yeah." She laughed. "You always have me on my back, or cleaning up." She giggled, picking up the stuffing and throwing it at him.

“Hey!” He caught most of the stuffing. “I started cleaning it up first. I didn't ask you to help.”

"Well true. I'd probably make more of a mess anyway." She smiled.

I doubt it. I was the one to make the mess in the first place.”

"Yeah, and I'm the one thinking of attacking you with it." She giggled like a small kid piling up more of the stuffing in her arms.

“Don't attack me!” He growled, clearing up the shreds of leather, smiling at her. 'I wanna go for this walk you were talking about, now.”

She laughed, placing the stuffing in the bag. "Let me get dressed then."

“Do I have to?”

"Do you want to?" She asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“That’s cruel. Now I’m torn.”

"You started it." She giggled. "If we stay here we can grab the ring when we get back."

“Hmm. We can walk first.” He decided.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Your wish is my command," she mocked, going into the bedroom to get changed.

“Don’t mock me!” He shouted.

“Or what?” She challenged.

“Or I’ll make you wait till winter for the wedding.” He threatened.

You do that I'll make sure you never touch me again." She smirked.

“Harsh.”

“Don’t know who that’s punishing though.” She thought for a moment.

“Me. You know that.”

“I dunno...” She pondered. “Pleasure isn’t one-sided.” She spoke while pulling on her dress again, and shoes.

“No, but you know I'm a whole lot less apprehensive about the physical side of love than you.” He grinned.

"I'm getting there." She smiled, turning round. "Do me up please." She grinned.

“Sure.” He said, tying up the lace.

She shuddered slightly at his touch and turned round. “Thanks.”

“Why’d you shiver?”

“Your hands are really warm.”

“I thought it was supposed to be the cold that made people shiver.” He laughed.

"Not when you've been used to the cold for four hundred years. A warm touch starts to make you shiver." She grinned. "I'm backwards like that."

“I noticed. Shall we walk now?” He asked a hint of impatience in his voice. “I don't like staying in these flats so much anymore.” He shrugged.

"Sure." She smiled. "You weren't meant to agree with me though."

“Apologies.”

“No, it’s fine.”She laughed slightly, grabbing his hand as she led them out of the apartment and down the stairs. “You know, it’s really up to you if you take the keepsake, I just thought it would be better for you if you said goodbye properly.” She squeezed his hand gently.

“I’ve tried to say goodbye before. Maybe I just needed someone else to help me.”

"Maybe." She smiled. "I'm right here, not going anywhere."

“Thank you.” The rest of the way to the graveyard was silent. Melissa kept her gaze firmly at the street in front of her, only turning every now and then to make sure Lazarus was okay. When they got to the graveyard she stopped, looking at Lazarus. “You okay?” She asked.

He nodded wordlessly. “Stop being such an over emotional idiot.” He scolded himself.

Melissa smiled, covering the fact she was scared herself. “Here.” She stuttered, opening the door to the mausoleum. It gave way with a large moan, the stone dragging across the floor. She was dead, and in that respect quite closely related to most of the people here. But she still found graveyards just eerie.

“Maybe I should be asking if you're okay.” He asked concerned.

She smiled, “Yeah. I’m good.” She lied, a memory lifting to her head. She let it play for a while before turning to him. “If this is anything like mine the ring should be inlayed on the top of his coffin.” She noted, waiting for Lazarus to move first.

“I’ve not been inside before, I don’t know which one is... is him.” He stuttered. Melissa wrapped her arms around him and smiled softly. “Did he have any brothers or sisters?” She asked releasing him from her embrace. She glanced around the chill room and then began moving round the walls of the crypt, recounting the family tree as she gently ran her hand across the coffins.

Lazarus looked at the ring, and didn't know what to think. 'I didn't even know he /had/ this ring. What kind of a lover am I? I mean, not knowing that Gabriel had this, and even managing to forget to ask your last name.' he slapped a hand to his forehead and groaned

"Well, I never used to wear mine either. I mean we only use it to stamp our crest onto the back of a letter." She shrugged. "Plus, you mocked my last name. So it was better you didn't ask." She huffed, stepping back from the grave.

“I didn't mock it,” he protested. “I just...” he trailed off.

“Just?” She prompted.

“It's not my fault your last name is more commonly a first name.” He huffed.

"Yeah well, it's not my fault our last name died; you still didn't have to point it out.” She paused, shaking her head. “But that's not why we're here."

“Sorry.”

"Well, will you take it or leave it?" She asked softly.

“I... this is stupid, I feel bad for taking something from the dead,” he laughed.

"You take things from me." She pointed out.

“Take? I believe you give more often than not.”

"Yeah, but you know what I mean. Either way, I just thought it better if you say goodbye, personally...sort of." She mumbled, pushing herself up on to a large stone slab in the middle of the room, sitting on it with her legs crossed. The slab had numerous candles that had melted into pools of white and red wax; flowers that had turned to dust over the years, it seemed like a memorial table. Melissa slipped off it, mumbling an apology under her breath.

He ran a thumb over the gold letters, dulled a little with their age. Looking up at the coffin, he felt his lips tug down a little, knowing that there wasn't exactly much of Gabriel in there. Melissa placed a hand on Lazarus’ shoulder, staring at the dulled grave next to her cousins. Their daughter lay beside her. She walked over to the child’s grave and tilted her head slightly, “poor thing.” She mumbled, running a hand over the smooth marble.

“Yeah...”

"Do you have one of these?" She asked trying to be as vague as possible.

“One of what?”

"A grave." She muttered the words almost choked her as she thought of it.

“You can't bury someone if there's nothing to bury. I'm still classed as missing, I think.”

"I'm buried." She shrugged. "Well, I have a grave anyway."

“Hmm but your family would have had you ‘buried’ wouldn't they. People care about the rich. If I had, had a grave, it would have been an unmarked wooden cross; if that.”

"It was unfair and stupid. I'm glad it's finally changed." She growled.

“The divide between the rich and the poor?” He nodded thoughtfully. “I think you, Gabriel and I were the only ones that saw it that way. Everyone else just got on with it.”

"I'm sure there were more." She smiled. "Are you done here?" She asked as another chill shiver came down her spine, she was certain it wasn’t from the cold either.

Lazarus dislodged the ring, and rolled the band around in his fingers, staring at it for a moment. He glanced back at the coffin and smiled. “Good bye, Gabriel.” He slipped the ring into his pocket and took Melissa's hand. “Let's go.”

"Sure." She smiled; she closed the crypt door behind them and smiled. “Sleep well.” She whispered, before taking his hand again.

I feel like I should have brought flowers or something.” He laughed as they made their way out of the graveyard.

“It would have only added to the dust in that place.” She looked at him and smiled. “It’s the thought that counts though.”

“Mmm” he nodded. Melissa turned to him. “You okay?”

“Just a little spaced out. I'll be fine.” He pushed a small smile to his lips.

"Are you sure?" She insisted, stopping their walking.

He turned to face her. “Yes. Thank you.”

She kissed him softly. "No. Thank you." She grinned.

“What for?”

"For being you." She laughed, wrapping her arm around his waist as they began walking again.

“No need to thank me for that.”

"Well, no but I felt like acknowledging it anyway."

“I love you.” He chuckled as they walked. He wrapped his arm around her waist, returning the comforting embrace.

"I know." She grinned. "I love you too."

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