The CrossMature

Lazarus was up first, after only falling to sleep so his body could repair itself properly. He simply lay in bed, pleasantly admiring Melissa as she slept beside her. Her chest rising and falling gently, he moved so his head was no longer resting on her shoulder and she stirred, moving herself closer to him instinctively. Lazarus smiled and wrapped a warm arm around her. “Evening,” he smiled as her eyes flickered open some moments later. “Good evening.” She smiled back, “you did sleep didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

"Good. I was worried." She rubbed her eyes slightly, removing what was left of her tiredness.


"That you had a bad dream or something.

“Oh. No, not really. If I dreamt I don’t remember it."

"That's good." She nodded, sitting herself up slightly.

    "You slept okay?"

 "Yeah," She smiled.

He smiled back, "good.”

"Our last night in Paris tonight," she yawned, the sleep still in her system.

"Yeah, I'm thinking it would be a good idea to find... people that already live here and let them know we're around."

"Tonight?" She asked, sceptical.

   "Is there something wrong with it being tonight? It wouldn't take long.”

"You mean I have to confront the coven tonight?" She moaned.

"Well it's up to you when you do it, but I found marked territory when I was looking for you. I figured we should just do it and get it out of the way."

"Fine," she groaned, forcing herself out of the bed.

"I'd come with you for moral support or whatever, but I don't think they would appreciate that."

"Oh no, I'll visit my lot later, I'm coming with you.”

"And you think that's a good idea?" He arched an eyebrow. "I think my lot would react just as badly to seeing me with a vampire as yours would seeing you with a werewolf."

"Fine I'll go to church." She growled.

   "Sorry. I'd rather you came with me, I really would. I just don't want to run the risk of a fight so soon."

"No. It's fine. Just, keep your thoughts open and I'll be fine. I can watch you from there."

“Sure.” He nodded, sliding over so he sat on the same side of the bed as she got out with. She kissed his cheek softly and pulled on her dress.

"I hope I can find that territory in this form. I might have good senses like this, but they don't really compare to my wolf form." he grumbled.

"Just remember. You owe me." She grinned slyly.

"How would I forget?" He asked, kissing her gently.

She kissed him back. "Lucky I don't leave a scent hmm, I mean I'm gonna have a real hard time explaining myself."

"Have a bath and wear some perfume or something" he laughed

"Hmm, yeah," she let out a long sigh and smiled weakly.

"What's up?"

"I don't do baths."

"Shower then?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm dead and I still have to worry about hygiene." She growled.

"Mmm, my bad."

"It's fine, we should get going. You never know your encounter might take all night."

"It better not."

"Why?" She laughed, already guessing at the answer.

"I don't want to be so worn out tonight."

"You'll be fine. I'm sure." She smiled, "but, there is that chance," She murmured, "just don't expect to be back on time.

"Yeah, well I'll do my best. I'm not here to threaten their dominance, so as long as I prove it quickly, they should be alright. I hope."

She nodded, "shall we go then?"

“Yeah. Okay.”

She took his hand and they took the stairs down to the bottom floor before they left. As they walked down the street to the intersection where Lazarus found the scent marking Melissa paused, then carried on walking again

"Wish me luck."

"Good luck." She mumbled, kissing him firmly. He returned the kiss and held her for a second longer than he needed to before pulling away. He smiled and turned to follow the perimeter of marked territory. Melissa pulled away reluctantly and watched him disappear before she set off toward the direction of the church.

The church’s doors were open and allowed Melissa to walk straight in; the priest gave her a pleasant good evening and watched her as she took her place at the altar again. She was sat there for about half an hour before the priest took a seat on one of the front pews. “Are you going to become a regular here?” He asked, his head tilted slightly to the left. Melissa shook her head, “no, I’m afraid not father. I have recently found myself in need of peace. That’s all.” She sighed, getting up so she could face him. “Peace is a wonderful thing. Have you attained it?” He wondered. Melissa nodded, sitting by his side. “It is very late for a church visit.” He grinned and Melissa got curious. He placed his head beside her ear and whispered. “You are a vampire aren’t you child?” Melissa’s eyes widened with shock and she nodded absently.

The priest smiled softly. “I used to be a hunter before I found God.” Melissa edged away from him, sliding down the pew slightly. He laughed. “Oh no need, I have long since ditched their traditions.” She furrowed her brow. “You’re English.” She queried which made the priest laugh harder. “No, I was born in France; I just spent most of my time in England. I then lost my accent and learned your language.” Melissa nodded, but still stayed her distance. “Oh yes, now the real reason I confronted you.” He grinned, forgetting himself for a moment.

Melissa looked at him curiously as the priest produced a silver cross from his robe. The real silver glinted in the glow of the flickering candles. “Who gave you this?” She asked and the priest shrugged. “He told me not to say, just to give it to you. It’s real silver.” She thought for a moment, thinking of Albert. “No, he’s dead... so am I...” She shook it and allowed the priest to place the cross around her neck. She smiled. “Thank you. Do you mind if I stay here, past closing hours?” She wondered. The priest nodded. “Of course, keep the faith child.” He smiled as he disappeared behind a door. Melissa touched the necklace from round her neck and closed her eyes, letting her mind drift; connecting to Lazarus’ thoughts.

The End

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