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She waited till they entered the hotel before she answered. “Hmm, I forget.”
“No you don't. Now I'm curious and worried.”
"Why are you worried?"
“Never mind, I'm just being paranoid,” he laughed it off.
She paused, looking at him with an eyebrow raised before looking around the hotel. "I'm not tired now." She sighed.
“Of course, we can book a room anyways and find something else to do if you like?”

"I dunno." She shrugged running a hand through her hair, pulling the ribbon out of her hair so her locks fell around her face.

“Are you alright?”

"Yeah, it’s just, I'm not tired physically but mentally I'm exhausted." She whined.

“I can imagine.”

"Let’s just get a room, hmm?" She sighed.

“Sure.” He smiled, checking them into the hotel. The room was on the top, fifth floor.

They stood in the lift and got out at their level, silently moving to their room. Lazarus unlocked the door and allowed Melissa in first. She sighed and collapsed on the bed, sprawling herself out as far as she could before letting out a long, withdrawn sigh.
”So what is it that's managed to wear you out like this?”

She shrugged and lifted her head lazily, looking at him for a minute before she dropped it again. "I just wish I could forget everything." She paused. "Everything bad anyhow."

“Yeah, me too.” He muttered absently. She held her arms out, just like Lazarus had done to her nights ago, just like a kid.  Beckoning him closer to her. He crawled onto the bed with her and embraced her. She smiled, nestling herself in his arms. "Thank you." She murmured.

“It's okay,” he said shifting so that they were both comfortable. She let out a low sigh as she pulled herself closer to him, resting her head against his chest; feeling comforted by his slow, steady heartbeat. He stared at the wall beyond them and let his mind drift, ending up on his dream, just before the hunter appeared.

"Lazarus..." She mumbled, not bothering to look up into his eyes instead just staring at his chest absently. "Do you want a family?" She repeated the question that never left her mind.

“Wh-what made you think of that?” He stuttered.

"I've never stopped thinking about it." She sighed.

“Oh. I...” he started, but the image in his mind choked him.

“Yeah?” She prompted.

“Well, I think you can guess why I was retrieving a football in my dream, Melissa.”

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah..." She repeated somewhat absently.

He let the memory of the dream play out in his mind again, this time sharing it with Melissa, up until he left the garden for the football.  A tear came to her eye as it played and she clutched herself closer to him, letting out a low moan as the dream stopped. He didn't know what to say, so he simply kissed her on the top of her head and laid there silent.

 "Oh Lazarus..." She moaned after a while. "I'm sorry."

“What for?” He asked, incredulously.

"For not being able to bear you children." She sobbed, the words choking her.

“Why on earth are you sorry for that? You can't help it!”

She looked up into his eyes and kissed him firmly. "Yeah." He returned the kiss warmly and tightened his arms around her.

She made sure her arms were around secured around him before she rolled over so he was on top of her. She smiled and looked up into his eyes. "Although...I never believed Logan anyway." She whispered, entranced by his blue eyes.

“Huh?” He asked, placing his arms either side of her head, holding himself above her.

"I don't know for sure... that I can't... yeah."

“Ohh.” He mumbles, realising.

She smiled. "You're so cute when you're oblivious."

“You’re so cute all the time.” He smiled.

“All the time?”


She grinned and kissed him. “Thank you.” She lay there beneath him for a while, just absently staring into his eyes. “So, what now?” She murmured, her voice soft and dreamy.

“No problem.” He paused, his mind racing. Even if they were capable of having children,

 “Was it really a good idea? Vampiric werewolves? “I don't know. What do you want to do?”

"I dunno, I don't feel like going out." She shrugged.

“What do you feel like doing?”

She shrugged again and laughed. "Sorry."

“It's okay.”

"You still hungry?" She asked, glancing over to the cake box on the side.


"This is awkward..." She mumbled.

“What's awkward?” He asked, snapping out of his thoughtful mood.

"Laying here with nothing to do."

“I'd play piano for you or something, but this hotel is sorely lacking in that department,” he smiled

"Mmm," she sighed. "I might get a shower..."

“I might steal the restaurant piano while you're in the shower,” he laughed.

"Well, I would say don't try anything..." She giggled.

“I'm not sure I could lift it and get it up here without them noticing though.”

"Just as well." She smiled, slipping out her dress and laying it on the bed.

“I wonder if they would let me play it?” He wondered aloud.

She shrugged and laid back on the wall. "I dunno. Probably if the restaurant wasn't busy.”

“I'd ask, but I really need some lessons in French,” he sighed.

"Give me a sec and I'll go with you." She smiled, pushing herself off the wall.

He returned her smile and kissed her gently. “Sure.”

She got a quick shower to clear her mind before slipping her dress back on. She took his hand and smiled. “Come on, let’s go ask.”

He returned her grip and smile. “Shall I take that to mean you know more French than I do?” He chuckled.

"Would you like me to show you?" She asked her eyebrow rose at the challenge.

“It wouldn't be hard to outdo me; I was never good at languages.”

She smiled and tugged him toward the lifts. "Allumer." She grinned. "Come on." He followed her into the lift and let her do the talking.

They took the lift back down to the floor and found the restaurant had been turned into a small bar service. The tables were arranged for couples and a small candle in a glass jar flicked upon it. She turned to one of the waiters and smiled. “Mon fiancé peut-il emprunter votre piano?” The man smiled. “Bien sûr, n'importe quoi pour l'amour et une telle jolie femme comme vous.” Melissa grinned. “Merci.”


She turned to Lazarus and smiled. “He said ‘of course, anything for love and such a pretty woman like you.’ “She kissed him softly and laughed at his curiosity.

He arched an eyebrow. “Merci,” he said to the man and walked over to the piano. He ran a hand over the sleek black wood as he moved to the stool. “What shall I play?” He asked

"Whatever you like." She smiled softly, sitting on the stool beside him.

“I'm playing for you, not for them,” he mumbled, gazing at her. “You choose.” He smiled

"How about our song?" She muttered, "I cannot think of anything better."

He nodded and began to play, once again improvising in the violin's part to fit.

She smiled, resting her head in her hands, allowing the sweet melody lift her spirits. "I love you." She mouthed as he turned to her slightly, not stopping his playing.

'I love you too,' he said, looking at her as he played. He didn't need to see the keys to know exactly where his fingers needed to be. She grinned, glancing around the room at the other couples now turning to look at him with interest. A small blush came to her cheeks as a few looked at her as well. She turned to Lazarus, hiding the blushing with her hands; her grin still not fading.

He kissed her on the cheek and grinned as he noticed the stares. As their song neared its end, he glanced at Melissa. “Mind if I play Gabriel's song?” He asked “I can't think of anything else to play.”

She shook her head "Not at all." She rested her hands on her lap and smiled. He smiled and smoothly slowed the tempo of his playing a little, changing key effortlessly. "And you were jealous of others." She whispered beneath the music. "They love you."

He cast a glance around the tables and smiled a little as he realised people were enjoying his music. “Maybe I should start doing shows again.” He laughed.

"You should."

“I don't know if it would look especially professional having my fiancée sitting on the stool beside me, though,” he grinned.

“I wouldn't." She laughed. "I'd be in the audience."

“Shame.” He kissed her on the cheek again, though he wanted more to hug her.

She smiled. "It wouldn't look very professional." She said with a sly giggled.

He looked at her sideways. “What're you giggling about like that?” He asked, unable to stop the grin from returning to his lips.

"Oh I was just imagining you playing again, with me sat by your side." She smiled, seeing him do the same.

“Hmm, well by the look of that guy over there,” he nodded over at the guy who had allowed him to play the piano, “I may end up playing here for a while.” He laughed a little.

"Well, you can't exactly play while talking to me either." She smiled.

“I'm talking to you right now,” he muttered.

"I mean, it's not very 'professional.' Although, it is a good skill."

“It's hardly a skill, Melissa,” he laughed. “You're not supposed to have to look at the keys to play, so naturally, I learnt not to look. I know these pieces so well I hardly need to concentrate,” he smiled.

"Well, it is to me." She laughed. "I can't talk when I play the violin." She noted.

“No, but then you have it under your chin, it would be difficult to play and talk like that.”

She laughed. "Well, yes, but I couldn't even talk to you if I wanted to. I do need to concentrate. I'm not very good if I don't." She blushed.

He smiled. 'You spent more time running than playing the violin I guess. And I have to concentrate on more pieces than not.' he shrugged. 'Just depends what pieces I want to play.' he finished Gabriel's song and stopped for a moment. 'I've been playing that one for four hundred years. It would be worrying if I didn't know it well enough by now,'

She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Yeah, I know." She smiled at the applause that awaited Lazarus. "Well, you're certainly popular."

He smiled, but didn't get up. 'I only played two pieces. Why are they clapping?'

"You're good. They like you."

'Hmm.' He looked down at the keys and his fingers seemed to grow a mind of their own as they pressed down on a selection of keys, beginning to play something he hadn't played for a while. He frowned as he tried to remember the piece

She tilted her head and looked to him. "A new piece?"

'An old piece. It's not as good as my others, I don't think. But it would still be a shame to forget it,' he said slowly as he concentrated.

She nodded. "Excuse me." She mumbled, getting up from the stool. "I... can't be here." She turned, not wanting to worry him. "Keep playing. It's just..." She cursed herself. "Too many  hearts." She growled as she walked from the restaurant area, the rhythm of the music was but a whisper under the heartbeats of the humans. She wasn’t hungry, but the sound as they beat in time with each other drove the beast crazy.

He nodded and watched her leave with a small sigh.

He finished the piece and stood, muttering 'merci' to the waiter as he left.

She growled to herself and turned to him. "I'm so, so sorry."

'What for?'

"For leaving like that."

'It's not your fault,' he smiled and kissed her softly

"It is my fault for being weak." She whimpered

He wrapped her in his arms. 'No,' he whispered to her. 'No, it's not.'

"It is..."she trailed off, resting her head against his shoulder.

'You can't blame yourself for what you are, Melissa.' he told her firmly.

"No. I blame Logan." She snarled the sound grumbling against his shoulder.

“Shall we go back to our room?” he asked, trying to take her mind off it.

"Yeah..." She agreed absently.

“You can... have something to drink, when we get up there, if you like.” He said in a low voice that he knew only she would hear.

"No." She shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I was just the sound..." She sighed. "The sound of so many hearts beating together as one. It was... deafening."

“Oh, right,” he said, understanding.

"Plus. I don't think your blood would of quite healed by now." She sighed. "I know it hurts, well it feels... weird. I was bitten too you know."

“I'm a werewolf; I heal a lot faster than humans.”

"And the feeling?"

“What about it?”

"Doesn't that put you off?”

“It's a little strange, but it's not bad enough to put me off,” he smiled.

"No. I shan't do it again."

“I don’t mind you know.”

"It's wrong! I want to kiss you. Not eat you." She mumbled.

“I'm quite happy if you do both. I mean I know how you feel about feeding from humans, and I'm edible,” he laughed. “Well, the offer is there.”

She growled. "You are my lover, not my food.”

“Okay,” he raised his hands in surrender.

She kissed his lips firmly, pushing him back so he fell onto the bed. "I win." She growled playfully.

“You usually do.”

She giggled and kissed him again. "I know."

He kissed her back and smiled up at her thoughtfully.

"Hmm?" She wondered, seeing his smile.

“Oh, just thinking about how lucky I am,”

"How so?" She asked tilting her head slightly.

“To have you, of course,” he said, still smiling.

"Mmm." She pondered. "Yeah. I guess so." She agreed in the end.

“You guess?”

"Yeah. I'm not that great." She shrugged, kissing him again.

“You're joking, right?” He laughed, moving back from her slightly.

She looked at him. "People only say you're lucky because of my immortal looks."

But I say I'm lucky because I love you for being you. The looks are a bonus, granted. But I love you.”

"How much?" She giggled kissing him again before leaning close to his ear. "I love you too." She whispered.

“With all my heart and soul.” He smiled.

"I'd say the same but my heart's a little... dead." She laughed dryly.

“S'ok.” He muttered.

She smiled and stood up. "I'm sorry about today." She sighed. "I'll make it up to you one day." She let the weak smile come to her lips once more.

“No need.” He returned the smile and stood in front of her.

"Oh but I want to."

“Okay...” he said uncertainly.

"What's wrong?" She asked sensing the uncertain tone in his voice.

“Nothing, you're just insisting on making up for today when there's no real need,” he laughed.

"I ruined tonight for you and all those other people." She sighed.

“No, you didn't,” he brushed her hair behind her ears and smiled.

"But I did! I heard their heart rates fall, their sighs. I saw their fallen expressions." She shook her head softly sending her curls in a light flurry around her head.

“They'll live. It's just music.”

"But it's your music. Your... beautiful music."

“Would you rather I was still down there playing just because they liked it, or up here with you?”

"My answer would be selfish."

“You are allowed to be selfish sometimes, Melissa. I would rather be up here, too.”

She smiled weakly and nodded. "Okay."

“I'll play for them another time. I'm gonna be around a while.” He laughed.

"Yeah." She nodded, "what would you like to do?" She asked softly. "We still have a few hours of night left."

“I'm quite content to just be with you.”

"Ahh. I forgot." She grinned. "As long as I'm happy, hmm?" He nodded smiling. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “When do we go back?”

“Well I need to go to see that... lovely woman tomorrow,” he grimaced as he remembered the snappish woman, “to sign stuff and get the apartment keys. After that, I guess.”

"Well, might as well make the most of our first night in Paris hmm?" She winked. "It is the city of love after all.”

He laughed and kissed her. “Your wish is my command,” he said, bowing mockingly.

She kissed him passionately and smiled. “Is it not your wish as well?” She wondered.

 “It depends what you want.”

"Take a wild guess." She smiled.

He gave her an innocent look. “No idea.”

She shrugged and slowly unlaced her dress allowing it to fall to the ground. "You sure?"

A crooked grin replaced the innocent look and he pulled Melissa back into his arms, kissing her firmly.

“Of course, I have no idea what you're talking about,” he laughed and winked.


She rolled her eyes and began to pull at his shirt, fumbling as she began taking apart the buttons. "Well, does that mean I'm going to have to show you?"

“You might just have to,” he replied, trying - and failing - to make his tone serious as he pulled his shirt off when she was done with the buttons.

She laughed noticing his falter before she began fumbling with his trouser buttons. He smiled at her laughter and slid his jeans down his legs, letting his desire for her grow. She smiled and slowly undone her underwear, sliding the lacy bra and pants over her slender form. She laid on the bed and held out her arms for him. He stripped off his boxers and lowered himself into her arms. “Still have no idea what I’m on about?” She asked, tightening her arms around him, kissing his shoulder softly.

“Not at all,” he grinned and chuckled, kissing her on the lips warmly. She raised an eyebrow, kissed him back and smiled. “I hope it goes alright.” She thought as she pulled him down on top of her.

He sunk into her slowly and smiled. “I remember now,” he winked again.

She gasped and giggled softly. "Good." She whispered her hands clutching his back. He groaned and rolled them over so that she was on top, smiling up at her as he moved.

She smiled back, ignoring his heart beat thumping in her ear. "Oh God, I love you so much." She gasped. “I love you too,” he replied, moving faster inside her as his desire pushed him on.

Her cheeks flushed as her body began to warm up, his heartbeat moving faster as they did. She continued smiling, battling her eyes from turning red.

“Just let go,” he said, feeling her tense. “I don't mind, you know that.”

She shook her head firmly her body close to his as she bit down on her tongue, fighting the urge, cursing herself in her head for what she was.

His motions became more forceful as he edged closer to his climax and his breaths more ragged. “Why... fight it?”

"I...I" She gasped. "I won't hurt you."

“It didn't hurt last time,”

She shook her head solemnly. "No." She moaned.

“Pleasure's a two way thing, and you're not really letting me know if I'm pleasing you right,” he said between breaths and small kisses.

She relaxed against him and nodded. "You are. I don't need blood for that."

“Mmm. You don't have to be so quiet you know,” he grinned as he gazed at her

She rolled over again so he was on top of her. "Sorry."

“Don't be,”

"I just put most of my energy into fighting it. I... I don't really think about... speaking." She stuttered.

“You don't need to use words to let me know what feels good, Melissa,” he chuckled and slowed his pace again, making himself last longer

She tightened their embrace and smiled. "Well, you're doing fine." She moaned close to his ear.

“Good.” He mumbled, enjoying his ache for release as he did his best to give Melissa a proper climax.

Melissa placed her hands on his back and tightened her grip as she let out a low moan, her body trembling slightly while she let go.

He smiled as he felt her convulse and let himself go, too, bathing in the sensation.

"Wow." She smiled, letting her arms fall from his waist, her breaths laboured.

He rolled on his side next to her, collapsing into the bed, 'I'm out of practice,' he groaned

"You mean it gets better?" She muttered.

He laughed. “I love your innocence.”

She rose an eyebrow but quickly let it fall. "That's a good thing?" She giggled, laying still on the bed, her breathing slowing slightly.

“You have no idea just how cute it is.”

"Because you have none?" She jested quickly silencing herself.

He grinned crookedly. “Probably.”

She yawned slightly. "I am also very tired now." She said letting out a soft growl.

“Sleep,” he whispered, pulling the duvet out from under him and wrapping it over her.

She lifted the duvet, allowing him under as well before she held her arms round him, listening to his heartbeat slow. The urge slowly disappearing as she fell asleep. "Love you." She murmured her eyes closed.

He put an arm around her waist. “Love you, too.” He said softly, watching her fall asleep.

"You...tire... me out too easily." She yawned between soft, laboured breaths.

He laughed gently and said nothing, simply caressing her hair.

The End

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