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"Good evening." She smiled.

"Evening?" He looked around to the warm room lit with the bedside lamps."Did you not sleep at all?"

"No. But I'm fine." She smiled.

    He frowned a little. "You're beginning to sound like me"

"I am!" She exclaimed. "Don't worry, trust me."

     "I trust you." He nodded.

She smiled, turning her head to stifle a yawn, before turning back. "I sent for our furniture to be sent to the apartment.

     "When do we need to be back there to let them collect it?"

"In about two day's time." She grinned. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, why would I mind? I was just worried about the timing. Full moon in two weeks," he sighed

She nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Sleep well?"

"Best night's sleep in a long time."

"That's good." She placed a hand over her mouth in an attempt to cover her yawn.

"Your turn to sleep, I think"

She shook her head and frowned. "I don't sleep at night. I don't want to leave you either."

"Why didn't you sleep during the day then?" He asked, concerned.

"Because I had to watch over your dreams, I didn't want you to have another nightmare."

His face fell as he realised he was the reason she wasn't asleep. "You didn't need to do that..."

"No, I didn't. I wanted to."

"I... Thank you."

"You?" She asked, wondering what he was going to say.

"I was just going to complain about how much of a pain I am, but there's no point having that argument again."

"No, there's not. The only time I am pained by you is when you're upset."

He sighed and pulled her close; she joined in his sigh and sat, wrapped in his embrace. "My happiness relies on you as much as yours does me."

"Ah, well maybe I should tell you that if you go to sleep, I'll be happy," he laughed

"Then I'd know you're lying." She smiled, her arms tied to her side by his arms.

"Oh, you would now?"

"Sleep is a menial thing. You must be lying."

"Then why are you so tired?"

"I'm so tired because I've been using my power all night and with no fresh blood." She cursed. "And no, I'm not going to drink from you."

"Promise to me that you'll feed when the sun sets, then?"

She shook her head. "I'm not feeding here; I have no idea who owns this town. Vampires are very touchy about land."

"Would they be touchy if you didn't hurt them still?" he queried thoughtfully.

"I'm still... stealing food."

"Hmm, your rules are so different to mine." He mused

"I know, but they're not my rules. I'll talk to the coven when we settle here for good."

"You know I meant generally. The rules I occasionally live by are just rules that seem to be passed on when you're turned. It's not hard to pick up. Behave a like a territorial dog, even in your human form." he rolled his eyes

"So I should be a beta dog?" She asked a brow raised.

He laughed. "No, you're not a dog. You don't have to act like one. It would be weird. Your rules intrigue me though. You have proper codes and set out society and stuff..." he trailed off, a little embarrassed at his interest

"And it's a lot harder to pick up, but in capital cities." She continued, noticing his interest. "In capital cities many lone vampires roam, but to avoid being killed you must check in with the local coven, give them your name, age and powers." She smiled.

"What about me? Would they not have something to say about your distinctly doggy smell?"

"Probably but if you don't bother them, they won't bother you. They may show their disappointment in my choice of partner though."

"Hmm, do you think this is a vampire capital then? I mean, I know it's been a haven for vampires in fiction, but in real life?"

"It is the capital of France so it will be the capital for French vampires." She shrugged. "Vampires are everywhere. They don't have a specific capital." She laughed slightly.

"I hope there aren't many werewolves around." he bit his lip.

"There will probably be a pack somewhere." She shrugged.

"Somewhere. I think when the sunrises, I might go have a... look. I don't want to run into them in full moon without knowing where they go."

"You may have to join them." She shrugged.

"They'll get over me being here if I'm submissive..." he tensed at the thought; he had been the alpha male of his town for two hundred years. That was going to be hard to give up.

She sighed, getting up from the bed. "Well. It's going to be had for both of us. But there is enough immortality here to kill that hunter and make him go unnoticed."


"You're not still thinking about him like that are you?"

    "Like what?"

"Feeling sorry for him."

"I don't know, I'm just confused about it all, really," he sighed

She nodded; turning from him she bit her own wrist quickly, allowing the taste of blood to calm the beast slightly. "Well it will all be over soon. I hope." He smelt her blood and glanced sharply at her, but said nothing. "What?" She growled.

"Nothing," he said dryly, "nothing at all."

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "You're lying." She shrugged, watching the tiny bite marks heal.

"You're so hungry you're drinking your own blood, yet you won't have mine?"

"I'm stung." he pouted jestingly.

"I won't drink from you again. Not while I can still help it. I have gone against my will so many times before."

"So you'd rather starve and make me watch it?"

"Yes. Yes I would!" She exclaimed.

His eyes narrowed. "You're being ridiculous. Is there really a point in making us both suffer because you don't like to admit what you are, again?"

"I know what I am. I accept that, what I will not accept is drinking from you."

She shrugged. "I don't know. I'll run home."

He sighed. "Okay. I can't sit here all day and watch you suffer, though." He told her, getting up.

"Fine," she sighed, "just don't come back with a knife."

He shook his head. "I won't. I might drag a waiter up here though, if you're not careful."

She growled, "And I might not leave you alive." She muttered, the beast rising in her stomach.

At this, a confident grin appeared on his lips. "You wouldn't dare."

"You wanna try it?" She snarled. "Your blood is almost too sweet, almost too sweet to resist." Her eyes flashed red dangerously as she threatened him.

He tilted his head and brushed his hair back, exposing the side of his neck, the skin taut over the veins that lay so very close to the surface.

Her heart beat fast and she snarled, the calm side of Melissa still rooting her to the spot. "Don't." She warned.

He lifted his shoulders and dropped his hand back to his side. Though he straightened his neck, his hair was still pushed back to show off his flesh.

"It's up to you what you do, Melissa, but we know it would be easier and a lot less painful for the both of us if you just did it. It's too long to wait until sundown to feed."

Melissa let out a low, animalistic growl. She pounced, knocking him to the ground. She grabbed Lazarus' neck, plunging her fangs into the pulsing vein. She tore into the vein, lapping up each drop of the precious liquid. He laughed as he fell back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and gazed at the ceiling while she drank. Now that he knew what it felt like, it didn't feel so strange any more. She didn't stop, even when she satiated her hunger. She licked at the blood oozing from his wound and then bit into him again, directly on top of the last bite that was trying to heal.

He felt her bite again, but his smile didn't fade. He knew she was just trying to prove her point to him. Instead of pushing her away, he pushed memories to the front of his mind; Melissa telling him that he was her angel, her reaction when he asked her to marry him. She looked up Lazarus, gazing into his eyes for a moment, her own deep red eyes shining she let out a low growl before she plunged into the other side of his neck. Within the bestial shell Melissa was weeping.

"Stubborn." he muttered quietly. He kept playing the happy memories, though it wasn't in an effort to make her stop. He tightened his arms around her and let his eyes slide closed

Melissa tried to force herself forward, bust she wouldn't stop drinking, she could hear his heart slow and she pleaded with the beast to stop. The happy memories making her cry even more. "Stop it." She growled in her mind.  "Stop this!"

The wolf within Lazarus was not nearly so quiet. It protested against Lazarus simply lying there letting her drain him. As Lazarus' control began to slip, his body began to convulse beneath her. The beast ignored his transformation, elongating her fangs as she felt the threat. She bit into his neck again.

The transformation sent a wave of repair through his body as he sunk into his last reserves of strength. As her fangs lengthened, sinking deeper into him, he moved his head away, pushing himself further into the mattress. It wasn't quite enough to get the teeth out of him, but it gave him room to kick her with his back paws, the claws digging into her. He whined at her, the noise quickly becoming a growl. She rolled back, perching herself on all fours, She pounced at him, sending them rolling onto the floor, her eyes staring into the wolf's.

The wolf freed itself from her grip and backed away, allowing his body to produce enough blood to keep him conscious. The wolf was uncontrolled now, as Lazarus' strength had slipped beyond the ability to command the creature, but this body had a major advantage over his human one: it healed a lot faster. Even as he ducked out of her reach, his heartbeat was already strengthening again.

The beast was at a big disadvantage. Not only did it have the wolf fighting against it so was Melissa from the inside out. She cried constantly, unable to control her movements. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She repeated within her mind, the beast shook its head angrily, snarling back her thoughts. Confident of its recovery, the wolf leapt at the vampire and sent her crashing into the wall behind her. He followed after her, standing on her momentarily crumpled form, lowering his head so his nose pushed into her cheek, their eyes so close.

Behind the deep red eyes Melissa screamed at the beast to leave him alone. But the beast grabbed the wolf's front shoulder blades, digging its nails into it, but Melissa screamed "Let go of him!" She was slightly shocked when the sound echoed from the walls. The wolf whined at the sound, but wasn't fazed by her fingers digging into him. He shifted his head, opening his great maw and clamping it threateningly around her throat. His eyes flicked back at hers and he snarled into her cold skin. She fell limp in his jaws, her stomach convulsing as she spoke the words "I love you..." into its ear.

He shook off her hands on his back, moving his paws so he could hold her arms down. Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes. She gazed back and then moved her head to the side, coughing up a slight amount of blood before she looked back. Her eyes were still crimson red, but a duller shade because she had just drunk.

He watched her spit the blood out and a thought flashed into her mind. "Well don't waste it."

"I can't help it." She mumbled. "I hate blood, I drank too much. It drank too much."

"You're back then," he thought, his eyes seeming to smile.

She furrowed her brow and closed her eyes. "I feel sick." She growled. "Get off me." She warned.

He moved back, jumping onto the bed and curling up, watching her carefully. She ran into the bathroom, losing almost a pint of blood. When she finished she collapsed onto the floor, pushing her back up against the bath.

He sighed as she threw up, trying not to listen. "Sorry." He whispered in his mind, wondering whether she would hear it.

She steadied her breathing and slowly got up, stumbling back into the bedroom. "Not your fault. You're not the only one that has an animalistic side."

He didn't say anything, or move. His thoughts had strayed to his ripped clothes.

"Oh I'm sorry." She mumbled searching through the bag he had brought. "You have no spare?"

"It's okay. I brought some spare, don't worry."

She nodded and fell to the floor, pushing herself against the wall. "Eugh..." She murmured.

    "I didn't mean to provoke you so badly. I should have known better. Sorry"

"No, you knew nothing. Now can't you change back?" She whined.

"My body is repairing itself. I'll change back when it's done."

She hung her head. "Yeah. Sorry"

"No need to look so ashamed. It was my fault." His voice was light and happy as if he was smiling.

She held up her hand signalling him to hush. "Are you in control?"

"I think so. Why?"

"Do you mind coming down here?" She asked politely.

Hesitantly, he rose and jumped onto the floor, making the room shake a little with the impact of his hulking form clumsily landing. He gazed at her for a moment, the wolf trying to gauge what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around its neck and she said nothing, her face portraying the pain she felt her eyes screwed shut, but she did not cry. She simply sat, resting her head against its soft fur, her arms draped around its neck.

 The wolf sat, enduring the contact, its muscles tense. Lazarus smiled, though, and tried to persuade the wolf to relax. She pulled back and bowed her head, murmuring a sorry to the wolf.

 "Don't mind the wolf. It's just being grumpy." he laughed.

She looked at him. "Yeah, maybe I'll just wait till I get you back." She sighed, jumping as someone knocked on the door. Lazarus tensed, and looked up at the door. He bit back a growl, before standing, snatching his torn clothes off the bed and slinking off into the bathroom to hide.

Melissa wiped her mouth, licking her teeth clean. "Yeah?" She mumbled. "Is everything okay?" The man asked in a very strong French accent. She opened the door and nodded, smiling. "Everything's fine. I'm sorry for any noise we caused." She nodded politely and the waiter did the same. "It's okay, some of the neighbours were worried when they hear screaming. Have a good night." The waiter nodded again, scanning the room before closing the door again.

"He's gone." She sighed, falling back onto the bed.   

"What did he want?"

"To make sure we were okay." He tilted his head questioningly. "Hmm, the fight? Me screaming for the beast to let go of you, the noise of you jumping from the bed?"

"I have a feeling things like this are too normal to me these days." He chuckled

"I hope not. I hate the beast. Its evil."

"I meant the arguing." He shrugged.

She nodded. "I'm sorry." She sobbed.

Lazarus pushed the wolf towards her, nudging her gently, slipping his head under her arm.

She pulled away from him. "You shouldn't do that, don't force the wolf."

"He'll live."

She folded her arms tightly across her chest, pulling her knees up. "Yeah, I'm sure he will." He looked at her with baleful eyes as she sat back away from him. With a sigh, he lowered himself to the floor gently, resting his head on his paws. "I just want you back. I want you back, I want you back, I want you back."

She mumbled beneath her breath, her breathing becoming faster. He got up again and walked to his bag, pulling out clean clothes with his teeth. Throwing them up onto the bed, he sat in the middle of the floor, trying to transform back. She rested her arms on her knees, then her head on her arms, gently muffling her sobs.

The transformation back came slowly, reluctantly and he couldn't hold back the agonised cries that escaped him as he forced his body back to its human shape. She still nestled her head downwards on her knees but moved her hands up to her ears, muting the sounds around her.         "Owwww!" he growled as he massaged the last cramp out of his right foot. He leant back against the bed, trying to catch his breath. She looked up, moving her head slightly to the left so she could see him.

His chest heaved and his head was tilted back against the side of the mattress as he steadied his breaths. He didn't notice Melissa glance at him, his eyes were closed. She silently unfolded herself, moving to his side without a noise, she even stopped her breathing.

"Oh man. Remind me not to do that again." He rasped. She collapsed next to him, sitting, looking out to the wall in front of her. She returned to her original position. She nodded, "Sorry" she thought.

He opened his eyes and looked over at her. Wordlessly, he slipped his bare arm around her waist and held her to him. She thrashed her head about on her knees. "I shouldn't have done anything. I should have resisted. I shouldn't have, I just wanted, you..." She cursed.

"I told you, it was my fault, I provoked you." She shook her head, pulling herself into a tighter ball. She looked up at him; her eyes turned back to green but were lined with her tears. "I want you back."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm here..."

"Where?" She mumbled, "All I see is someone who attracts a monster."

     His eyes widened. "Here." he murmured, putting a hand over her heart and then touching his fingers to her head.

She shook her head softly. She touched her head. "This is the Beast's domain." She touched her heart. "This has been dead for years." She said, ice lining her tone.

He pulled away. "Where am I then, I wonder?"

She shook her head, distressed. "I don't know."

"Well if you don't know, then how am I to answer that question?" he shifted, twisting so he could reach his clothes on the bed.

"I suppose, you are in me. Within me. I just don't know where..." He sighed as he pulled his clothes on.

"I'm sorry. I can't even keep my head clear. Sorry."

"It doesn't matter, but I'm feeling pretty light headed. I'm going to go get something to eat." He said as he zipped up the fly on his jeans.

"Yeah. I'm gonna wait here then."

"Okay." He nodded and left the room, so did Melissa. She moved to the window, waiting till Lazarus had left before she jumped from the window, landing gracefully on the low wall that ran around the hotel. She disappeared from the area, "I'm sorry. Lazarus." She mumbled.

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