Lazarus sat, looking out of the window; one of his arms lay around her waist the other tussled her hair. She lay with her head on his lap, her feet tucked close to herself. She dreamt of Albert, her memories of him re-kindling because of the cross around her neck. Tears streamed down her face, pooling on his lap. She whimpered slightly in her sleep but she did not wake, still stuck in her dreams. Lazarus looked down, feeling the wet pool his lap. He wondered what the hell it was till he realised his trousers were soaked red. He moved his hand to her side and moved her slightly. "Melissa, Melissa...wake up Melissa." He smiled. Her eyes flickered open gently. "Yeah..." she mumbled sleepily, her tone slightly sorrowful.
"What's wrong? Why were you crying?" He asked, pushing her hair from her face.
"Oh! I'm sorry..." She turned her head slightly, glancing at the blood on his jeans. "Oh dear..."
He couldn't help but laugh at the red stains on his jeans. "I look like I've had a period."
"Oh! I am so, so sorry!" She cursed. "Oh look, stupid tears... sorry...sorry."
He smiled and kissed her forehead gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks with a warm thumb. "It's okay. Why were you crying?"
"Bad dream." She shrugged it off casually.
"What of?" He asked softly. She shook her head softly. "It's just something stupid. It's nothing." She shrugged again allowing a weak smile to form on her lips.
"Can't be nothing to have made you cry that much... but I won't press you for an answer,' he smiled.
"Oh look what I've done." She growled, sitting up. "Sorry."
"The mess of your jeans!"
"It's okay. I'll go change them in a minute in the toilet."
She cursed herself again. "Oh god..." She moaned, rubbing her eyes. "What a curse." Lazarus watched her, wordlessly concerned. She slowly unclipped the cross from her neck and placed it on the table in front of them, looking at it absently; ignoring that Lazarus was staring at her. He winced at the sight of the silver gleaming up at him and unzipped his bag, fishing for a pair of jeans. "I'll be back in a sec," he muttered, holding the clean jeans over the red stain. She nodded, getting up so he could get past.
"He's dead. He's been dead for over four hundred years. He's dead. Ten feet underground." She closed her eyes, balling her fist around the small cross. "Dead. Dead. Dead." She muttered. While she contemplated Albert's passing Lazarus made his way to the little toilet cubicle and locked himself in with a sigh. Though he didn't want to push Melissa for an answer, he was almost desperate to know what had caused her to cry so much as she slept. Stripping off his stained jeans, he balled them up and dropped them to the floor as he pulled on the clean pair.
She couldn't stop the tears as they rolled down her cheeks again and she nestled her head in her arms, hoping no one saw her. The cross hung loosely from her hand. Lazarus picked up the jeans from the floor and opened the door again, making his way back to his seat. Seeing Melissa slumped over the table with her head buried in her arms, he sat opposite her and put a hand out across the table, laying it gently on her arm. She looked up; the blood had stained tiny rivers down her cheeks. "Seriously, what's up?" He asked. She sighed, flinging the cross across the table toward him.
"Albert?" he muttered, moving his hands out of the way as the silver sped towards him. She nodded and rested her head on his arms, still looking at him. "But he's dead."
"Doesn't mean you can't be upset at a reminder of him though."
"Only he would know this. But, he's dead." She repeated, her eyes wandering to the cross on the table sat, shimmering.
"He lives on in you, though,"
She shook her head furiously. "No... He's dead." She growled, refusing to believe it. Lazarus fell silent, not wanting to upset her any further. She tucked her head into her arms again muffling her sobs. "Damn it. I'm worse than you." She laughed weakly.
"I find that hard to believe," he smiled.
She raised a brow, lifting her head. "What do you think?" She asked, moving the cross between them.
"Of the cross?" She nodded, furiously wiping her cheeks clean. "It's very... silver." She slapped his hand and narrowed her eyes. "No. Do you think he... he..." She cursed, not able to finish her sentence.
"Is still alive?"
She closed her eyes and nodded. "Yeah..."
"I dunno. I would say there might have been a chance if it weren't for the fact you said he was shot in front of loads of people... Sorry."
She nodded, "Yeah."
"But I suppose both of us are alive against all the odds. Who knows?"
She shook her head, forcing the tears back. "Just when we thought everything was over!"
"Yeah," he grimaced. She brought one of her hands crashing down on the table and cursed. The bang made Lazarus and about five other people around them jump. She looked at them furiously and shouted, "what!?"
They looked away hastily and went back to whatever it was they had been doing before. Lazarus said nothing
"Why must my past haunt me, hmm? Why me, every time!"
"Life's a bitch like that."
"So is death it seems." She growled, still fuming.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
She turned away from him and sighed. "No. It's just... I finally find peace and serenity and I lose it all!"
Lazarus rested an elbow on the table, supporting his chin on a balled up fist. He found himself lost for words again, so he simply said nothing.
"Great. I bet you're thinking the same as they are; I'm as crazy." She growled, rising from her chair she walked to the joining of the cars, looking out of the door. But not before she picked up the cross, scratching it across the table irritably
"No, I'm just not good with words. Usually it's just better I keep my mouth shut." he shrugged. "I figured this would be one of those times."
"If it wasn't daylight I'd be out of here." She murmured, watching the scenery pass.
"We're nearly there," Lazarus muttered.
She turned to him, her mournful eyes meeting his. "This is stupid. I'm sorry."
"It's not stupid at all,"
She stood unblinking, gazing into his eyes. "Yeah..." She murmured, lost for words herself.
The train came to a shuddering halt and the doors hissed open. Lazarus stood and held out his hand. "C'mon," he muttered. She took it hesitantly and did her best to smile at him. "Thank you."
He squeezed her hand comfortingly and smiled at her as they exited the train. "Ah, bollocks. I didn't call a cab." he grumbled and headed in the direction of a pay phone.
She shook her head, "we could walk." A small grin appearing on her lips.
He considered her for a moment and nodded. "That we could."
"You sure?" She asked.
"Well it's up to you. You would have to carry me," he laughed.
She walked out into the shadow of the building and sighed, picking Lazarus up in her arms, "comfy?"
"I'm not too heavy am I!?"
She shook her head, leaning down so she could kiss him. "Not at all."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm tiny." he laughed.
She rolled her eyes and set off. "You know, you're not that small."
"Huh, you didn't see the alpha's body guard! I felt like... a Poodle next to a Great Dane..."
"Yes I did." She murmured. "He had too much muscle and yeah, okay so you have hardly any muscle at all but still. Size isn't everything." She grinned.
"No, but I still felt very, very small."
"Why? I'm smaller than you!"
"Next to that guy, I think most people would feel small."
She shrugged, setting him down next to the apartment blocks. "There." She smiled, looking at her arm as the shade healed her burns.
"Thanks." He eyed her healing burns awkwardly, wishing she didn't have to hurt so much just to go outside for a few minutes.
She followed his gaze and shrugged it off. "Its fine," she laughed, "really."
"Hmm. When are the removal people getting here?"
"I'm losing track of days," he chuckled.
She shrugged. "I never really cared for days." She sighed, walking up the stairs.
He followed her up the stairs quietly, his mind whirring. "Could Albert still be alive? Or was it just a silver cross from someone who admired her from afar?"
"Hey, it's bad enough it's in mind. I don't want you worrying too." She sighed.
"Don't be." She stopped as she reached the top of the stairs. "And stop worrying okay? That'll be my job."
She smoothed his hair behind his ear and smiled, kissing him softly. "I'll bear this burden. You, you worry far too much." She smiled.
He returned the kiss and hugged her tight for a moment.
She smiled wider at his embrace and she wrapped her arms around him. "Come on, I need a drink." She whispered into his ear as she pulled away regretfully.
"Okay" he nodded.
She waited for him to unlock the door before she stepped in, opening the fridge door. "Oh! How are the marks on your neck?" She inquired, casually tearing into a blood bag.
"Just another scar to add to the collection, no biggie," he shrugged.
She stopped drinking for a moment, her pupils dilating and her eyes turning red as she frowned. "Oh I'm sorry." She sighed. "Well, I won't have to drink from you again. Hopefully."
"It doesn't matter. I've always believed scars define who you are or were as a person. Like a time line kinda." he smiled and lifted his fingers to the marks on his neck. "I'd miss them if they went," he paused. "Now I just sound weird. I'll shut up."
"You think of them as a happy thing?" She paused. "Well if I do ever bite you again it will have to be somewhere less visible."
"I never said they were happy, just a point in life. I wouldn't call the silver burns on my wrists happy, but they're still a part of me."
She nodded. "If there is ever a next time, I'll try to make it better for you, as much as I can."
"It wasn't painful, I just lost a lot of blood," he shrugged again.
"But it wasn't a pleasurable feeling either." She sighed. "I'm still working on it."
"It doesn't have to be."
She shook her head softly; finishing the blood bag she placed it in the bin. "No. I want it to be, it's not right that I get all the pleasure out of it."
"It's enough knowing it makes you stronger."
She grimaced slightly. "I don't deserve you." She laughed.
"Well I gotta make up for my somewhat flawed personality somehow"
"Oh you more than make up for it." She smiled, moving into the bedroom. "You may be small but you have a big heart."
"You disagree?" She wondered, getting undressed before she began flicking through the bag of new clothes.
"I'm still getting my head around the fact you can stand being in the same room as me let alone love me," he laughed.
She stood up, pausing her browsing as she looked at him, a frown upon her face. She crossed her arms and huffed, "how many times?" She shook her head softly. "Why do you think you're such a bad person?"
"Four hundred years of low self esteem does that to a guy," he smiled.
She dropped her arms to her side and sighed again. "Oh Lazarus..." she smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at him.
She ran into his arms, throwing her own around his neck. "I love you." She grinned.
He smiled and wrapped his arms firmly around her, "I love you too."
She kissed him firmly and shuddered at the feeling of his arms wrapped around her bare skin. "Your hands are warm." She giggled.
"I would be worried if they weren't," he replied, following her firm kiss with another, gentler one.
She nodded. "Me too. I'd be afraid you'd be becoming too much like me."
"And that would be a bad thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing wrong with you," he muttered
"I meant what I am." She sighed.
"Now that is a scary thought. A vampiric werewolf." he chuckled
She thought about it for a moment and pulled away. "Yeah, it would." She shook her head again and pulled out a pair of jeans and a blouse. She threw them on the bed and sighed. "An abomination," she thought, "you can't have kids anyway. Stop it." She turned to him and smiled. "So you have a job in Paris then, as a pianist?" She asked curiously.
"Though I guess if said hybrid could control both parts of its bloodline..."
She shook her head firmly. "It's too much trouble." She smiled, "now that job." She pressed, dying to change the subject.
"Umm, I think I would have to get you to have a word with that waiter guy for me, not like I can get myself a job by asking for a coffee."
"Sure." She lay down on the bed, not bothering to get dressed. She placed her hands on her stomach and stared up at the ceiling. "A lifetime goes so fast." She mumbled to herself.
"Only if you let it." He mumbled, sitting on the bed beside her. She looked at him questioningly.
"The last four centuries would have gone a lot slower if we had actually stopped to enjoy them!"
"If there was anything to enjoy about them." She growled.
"Guess that's why we let them go so fast, then."
She nodded, "do you think forever, will actually be forever?" She wondered.
"I guess it has the potential to be, but I guess things catch up with you one day. I can't say I've met the first werewolf ever, mainly because he or she is probably dead." he shrugged.
She nodded. "I used to be terrified of death when I was human. I still am I suppose." She shrugged. "I kept thinking that death was the end, nothing left after that..." She paused. "Oh I'm sorry. This is such a horrible topic!"
He smiled. "I don't mind."
She held her arms out beckoning him to lay with her. "I suppose I shouldn't worry hmm? I have you to protect me now."
He obliged, wrapping his arms around her as he settled on the bed next to her. "You put too much faith in me." he murmured.
She frowned slightly. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I suppose death beats us all."
"No, I'm flattered, I just don't know if I'm able to protect you as fully as you think,"
She nodded. "Then help me. Help me fight my demons." She smiled, "anything or anybody else we fight together as well."
"I'll do my best,"
"As will I."
He smiled. "So where do I start with these demons of yours, then?" he asked
"Where do you think?" She replied.
"Finding whoever gave you that cross?"
"The priest wouldn't tell me."
"Well then we find them ourselves."
"We'll think of something," he said.
"I'm not so sure." She sighed. "Thank you though."
Lazarus kissed her softly on the cheek and stayed quiet.
She nestled herself among his warm arms and smiled. "I'm sorry. You tried so hard and I just cut you down!" She sighed, taking one of his hands she laid it on her cheek, after kissing it slowly.
He smiled. "It's okay."
She smiled, resting with him there for a moment. Her head resting on his chest. "Do I feel cold to you?" She murmured
"not too cold. Why?"
"Because I feel really warm, hot even."
"Is that a good thing?" he asked, a little bemused
"I don't know I can't really feel my body temperature all that well. Ever since I met you I have felt... really, really warm. But I'm so used to being freezing cold."
"Shared body heat?" he wondered aloud.
She nodded. "I guess since I have none, but..." she fanned herself."But as long as you think I'm not that hot."
"Sorry, do you want me to move away a bit?" he asked as she tried to cool herself
She shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed. "No. Don't." She smiled.
He smiled and kissed her firmly, pulling her a little closer against him.
She kissed him back firmly and then moved down to his neck, kissing the two pinpricks softly.
He tilted his head to the side almost automatically, granting her easier access.
She moved her head up. "Why'd you move?"
"Making it easier to reach. I dunno... didn't even think about it," he laughed.
She kissed his neck again, smiling. "Well, that is a very bad instinct." She laughed, biting into his neck again, on top of the previous scars. "Keep still."She soothed within his head.
"I wasn't planning on moving," He thought.
She only bit into him for a few seconds before she withdrew. Carefully, before they healed again she pricked her finger and then placed a drop of her own blood on each hole. "I don't want you burdened with that scar." She sighed. Her own blood would dispel the poison within the bite making it heal again.
"I wanted those scars," he smiled.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry."
He laughed. "It's okay." He kissed her and hugged her again. "I love you."
She kissed him back firmly. "I love you too. More than even those words can mean." She smiled, curling herself closer to him.
"Mmm," he murmured in agreement, "words aren't strong enough."
She nodded and kissed him passionately. "I agree."
He allowed himself to get lost in the kiss, savouring every second it lasted.
"Does that show how much I love you?" She whispered, taking her lips from his slowly. He nodded dumbly and smiled up at her.
She giggled and leant in to kiss him again. "I finally left you breathless hmm?"
"You don't need to try to make me breathless. You make me breathless every day, I just don't show it," he winked.
She smiled, closing her eyes as she deepened the kiss. "Good." As they kept the close contact, he played their song over in his mind. When she broke away she smiled, laying her head on his chest a warm blush appearing on her cheeks.
He grinned, but didn't interrupt the melody that played in their minds.
"I love you." She smiled, his heart beat providing a bass line for their song.
"I love you too."