Melissa allowed the melody to play, then when she recognised the final note she arose from his arms, slipping on her clothes, she smiled softly, sitting down on the bed beside him. “Doesn’t it scare you that I’m stronger than you, that at any moment I could snap?” She thought absently.

"Not really, why?"

"I was just wondering." She paused, lying down next to him. "It’s just strange how gentle I can be one minute, and the next I'm snapping someone’s neck!"

"Well, we're pretty much the same in that respect then, I think."

She shivered and kissed him softly. "Beauty and the beast" she murmured.

"I hope I'm not as hideous as that stupid animated thing from the film, though?"

"Who said you were the beast?" She smiled.

"Well I'm no beauty. I'm just not that... beastly?" he laughed weakly.

"Well, I beg to differ." She laughed with him, placing a hand on his chest she smiled joyously. "You're very handsome, indeed, beautiful."

"I'm...?" he trailed off embarrassed

She nodded, wordlessly kissing him. "Why so red?" She giggled.

"Why d'you think?"

"Oh c'mon." She laughed. "You are!"

“Handsome and beautiful? Flattering, but... hmm."

She giggled, laying her head on his chest softly. "I'll stop complimenting you then."

"I'm only saying it because you're the beautiful one here, Melissa."

She blushed, matching his and was glad she wasn't facing him. "Oh, well, you're the handsome one then."

He laughed and kissed the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair.

She smiled under his touch and let out a short sigh. "I..." She paused, closing her eyes as she felt his fingers brush through her hair.


"I don't want to sound repetitive."

You won't."

"I love you."

He grinned, "I love you too"

"Not too repetitive?"

"Definitely not."

"Oh good." She grinned with him. "I love you." She mouthed again, kissing him passionately.

He returned the kiss with zeal to match hers and hugged her tight to him.

She smiled; happy she didn't have to breathe as he brought her close to his chest, his body crushing hers. She let out a short laugh, kissing him again.

"Sorry," he muttered, realising he was holding her too tight. "I forget how strong I am, sometimes."

"I don't mind." She grinned. "It's not like you're hurting me."

"Just as well you're not human,"

She nodded. "Yeah, there are some perks to undeadness."

"Immortality isn't so bad when you have someone to spend it with," he smiled.

She nodded. "Yeah, then you can really enjoy the joys of life." She grinned.

"The ones you can have anyways. I think I'd probably go nuts if I couldn't eat what I wanted."

"Yeah, I suppose. But, forgive me if I'm being a little strange. But blood is like food. Different people taste differently. I prefer O negative. You taste like chocolate," she smiled weakly and shrugged, "sweet and sour, salty and sugary." She shook her head and sighed. "Sorry, you really didn't want to hear that did you?"

"It's okay. I don't know what blood group I am... W positive?" He laughed.

"W?" She laughed and shook her head. "A positive I believe." She placed her head close to his neck and inhaled his scent before nodding. "Yep. A positive."

"W for werewolf," he shrugged. "So what do O negatives taste of then? If A positive is chocolate, or is that specifically me?"

"Just you." She smiled. "O negatives taste sweet, but only slightly so. A positive normally taste slightly salty but still..." She trailed before shaking her head slightly, her tongue tracing the edges of her plump red lips.

"Snack time?" he asked, noticing her licking her lips

"Do you have to be so vulgar about it?" She sighed, but nodded in answer to his question.

"I was under the impression that chocolate is a snack item." he smiled

"But I can't bite you, not your neck."

"Why not? It only scarred 'cause I pushed my body too hard while it was trying to heal. And you got rid of the scars now anyways."

"But your blood is flowing so slowly there..." She moaned, the beast inside her driving her instincts wild.

He pushed his hair out of the way and tilted his head, tapping a finger on his artery.

She shook her head, slowly undoing his shirt, she pushed it open then crawled on top of him, slowly tracing his skin with her tongue and she could feel the veins and arteries running beneath like tiny rivers.

"What are you doing?"

She looked up, her eyes red with hunger. The beast took over, instinctively trying to seduce him. Melissa took a back seat, allowing the beast to take control. She shrugged elegantly, pulling his shirt from his arms. She caught his frown and kissed him slightly, pushing his hair behind his ears. She ran a finger down his neck, tracing the artery down his chest, past his heart, down to just above his jeans. She pulled them down a little and bit into him. His blood flowed quickly into her mouth as she lapped it up. He tensed and swore the bite too close to sensitive flesh for comfort. Tensing his muscles so quickly forced him into a half sitting position for a moment, before he could relax his body a little. She let up slightly, realising she had bit too hard, her hand delving down into his pants for comfort. She took her fangs out of his flesh and lapped up the few remaining droplets that stained his skin.

"Christ! Stick to my neck next time," he yelped, ignoring her hand in his jeans.

She sighed. "Sorry. Blood flows faster... there." She frowned slightly, stroking the tender skin she had just bit with her free hand.

His eyes were wide and he shook his head. "I would feel a whole lot more comfortable with it if you drank from my neck. Or anywhere that's not there. You wouldn't want to put me out of action, now would you?"

She shook her head, almost forgetting about her other hand. When she followed her arm to his jeans she quickly withdrew it. "Sorry." She exclaimed, "That beast knows only two things blood and lust."

He laughed and slumped back against his pillows. "It's okay..."

She licked the tender skin clean, allowing it to heal. "I must say she is more experienced than I though." She laughed, pulling her head up, she moved herself closer to him. Placing her lips on his.

"You don't try to grope me and literally eat me at the same time, though."

"It's the same thing with her!" She growled. "I shouldn't have sat back so easily."

He put his arms up to hug her. "I'm okay, it doesn't matter. Just... stay away from there next time you drink, 'kay?"

She nodded. "I am so sorry." She whimpered.

As he wrapped her gently in his arms, he smiled. "Don't worry about it. You just... surprised me. That's all."

"And not in a good way either."

"Don't worry about it," he repeated.

She shook her head defiantly. "I can't." She sighed. "I keep thinking about it, every last bit of it and how it hurt you." She mumbled.

"It doesn't matter. You didn't hurt me."

"You're lying." She grumbled.

"It was just the shock of it. Forget about it."

She sat up. "No. I hurt you, I went too far."

As she sat up, Lazarus let his grip break on her to let her move. "Forget it, Melissa."

She sighed shaking her head softly. "You swore. It hurt."

He pushed himself up and hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "I. Am. Fine." he said.

She stared into his eyes, running a hand just above his jeans where she had bit, the memory still fresh. She shook her head her hand resting just below his stomach. "I'm sorry. So. Sorry. Sorry." She mumbled.

"I really will have to ban that word someday soon, you know." He grinned.

She placed her hands on his stomach and kissed him softly. "Then how will I tell you how apologetic I feel?"

"I don't know. You don't need to be apologetic at all."

She nodded. "I do. I hurt you in a very sensitive place."

"It's still working, we're good."

She couldn't help but laugh at his comment and a wide smile spread across her lips. "Lazarus!" She giggled.

He breathed a small, almost imperceptible sigh of relief as she finally smiled. "What?" He asked innocently.

"Plus. How do you know its working?" She asked an eyebrow rose slightly. The smirk still plastered on his face.

"I'd be in a lot more pain if you had damaged it."

"Well. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her take control. I let her play with you like a puppet. Damn it." She growled. He tilted his head a little, his hair slipping over his face a little as he moved. Ignoring it, he gazed at Melissa thoughtfully. She let out a sigh, hanging her head in shame, her eyes still glowing red.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked, noting her red eyes.

She shook her head, her locks dancing in front of her face. “Yes” she thought as she lied to him.

He pushed her hair out of her face and tilted her head up again. "Are you telling the truth?" She nodded.

His eyes narrowed as he tried to discern if she was lying or not.

She looked into his eyes, trying her best to prove to him she wasn't lying, but she knew if she spoke she would betray herself so she shook her head once more.

He sighed and pulled her into a hug so that her head was right next to his neck, and the vein jumping under his skin. "Go for it," he muttered, relaxing.

She shook her head again her mouth firmly closed.

"Why not?"

"I won't hurt you." She mumbled, relaying the images of Gabriel's house before him. "I won't."

"Then drink. A few moments of the weird feeling is much less painful than seeing you suffer."

She shook her head pulling away just slightly so she could look into his eyes. "No." She whispered, staring at him defiantly a flicker of anger in her eyes.

His lips firmed into an unimpressed, hard line and he released her, letting himself fall back onto the bed.

She got up and stared down at him. "What do you want from me!?" She growled.

"For you to not be hungry. Stop making yourself suffer and just do it." he matched her tone, but his face was blank and calm.

She pounced on him, pinning him to the bed with her arms and legs. "This what you want?" She growled, letting her fangs grow to their full length.

"Just try not to kill me this time," he shrugged as much as he could, restrained as he was.

She let her fangs sink into him like needles, sinking further into his flesh in their prolonged form. The blood spilled over, not only into her mouth but down his neck onto the bed.

Closing his eyes, he let his muscles unwind and waited for her to finish.

She grew agitated at his relaxed approach and she pulled back, tearing at his skin. "What are you!?" She growled. "You just sit back and relax while I drain you?"

Well what do you want me to do? Fight you off, even though I'm the one that suggested this in the first place?"

"Why do you even suggest it?"

"You won't see me hurt, I won't see you hungry."

"Not the same thing! Being hungry is not at all the same thing as seeing me hurt you!"

"The only thing hurting right now is that you're arguing with me!" he snapped, his pale blue eyes glaring up at the ceiling.

"Because I don't see why you do this!"

"And I don't see why you fight me so much for it!"

"Because I hate tearing myself apart like this!"

"Why can't you just stop battling with what you are?! I'm giving you an alternative to drinking from humans, because I know you hate it so much, but you can't make up your mind if you want it or not!"

"Sure, I hate drinking from humans!" She stopped. "But I don't love them."

"They're not willing, either. I am. Perhaps it is a misguided attempt to help, but I can only do my best."

She relaxed her grip allowing herself to collapse onto him. "I can't accept this. I can't I want to. I have told myself a thousand times. I want to, I really do, but I'm not completely sure that you are not being hurt by me."

"Stick to drinking from upstairs and its fine."

She nodded. "I think I will always stay upstairs" She looked at her hand strangely. "Just to be safe."

"Then you won't hurt me. It's not painful at all, it just feels odd." He smiled and kissed her gently, she parted her lips slightly, kissing him deeper as she nodded slightly.

He smiled as he pulled away. "No more arguments about this, please?" he pleaded quietly

She sighed, letting her head fall on his chest. "I'll try."

"Thank you," he murmured.

"You're really really warm. Are you okay?" She muttered, placing a cool hand on his forehead.

"I'm always warm to you," he muttered.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm probably just getting colder. But you are always hot."

"Why would you get colder?"

"The closer I get to my death-day, the colder I get." She mumbled. "So you might want to stay away from me on that day."


"Like our birthday, but for vampires." She laughed. "The day I died.”

"Oh, right. I'll leave you alone that day, if you like."

She shook her head softly. "It's for your own good. You don't have to leave me alone. Just don't touch me."

"Okay," he mumbled, wrapping an arm around her comfortably, as if to share body heat.

She rested her chin on his chest so she could stare down at him. "I love you." She mumbled, as she kick-started her heart again so she could fake her breathing. She placed a slender, cold finger on his lips, not allowing him to say anything back.

Not being allowed to use words to tell her he loved her, he spoke with his eyes, letting the eye contact do the talking for him.

She smiled; taking her finger away she replaced it with her lips. She kissed him softly and quickly, then longer and firmer. She closed her eyes, letting his warm lips take over her.

He moved his lips against hers gently, yielding at her touch.

She pulled back her fangs as far as she could and allowed her tongue just to grace his lips slightly. “I love you.” She thought.

“I love you too, Melissa.” He replied in his mind, the thought echoing loudly.

She smiled, slowly withdrawing her mouth from his. She lay there, staring down at him. “I hope it becomes night time soon.” She mumbled.

"Any particular reason?"

She nodded. "I hate feeling like this in day time. So sleepy and...dead."

"Why don't you just sleep and then it'll be night again before you know it."

"Looking at you now I don't want to. You're not as real in my dreams." He smiled and kissed her lightly.

She smiled and looked out the window. "Are you tired?"

"A little, but not enough to want to sleep yet."

She yawned slightly, but not from tiredness. "How boring this is. I almost miss all the action."


"Yeah the danger, the excitement." She paused, wondering how that sentence could have been taken. "Oh, that sounded wrong." She giggled.

He arched an eyebrow. "Danger an excitement of what exactly? We're in a council flat in a crappy London suburb. What's supposed to be exciting?"

She sighed. "Well our lives together so far haven’t exactly been boring have they? What with James and all."

He laughed a little. "I was kinda looking forward to the boring moments where we could just relax together like this. I'm sure we'll have plenty to deal with when we move, with the coven and the pack and the hunter and all that lot baying for our blood."

"Then we have a night and the rest of this day to enjoy." She smiled, resting her head back on his chest.

He smiled and relaxed into his pillow, ignoring the wet, sticky patch of blood that clung to his neck on the material.

She sighed, noticing the red pool. "Oh..." She moaned. "I should clean that up before the moving men come."

"I'll do it later, it’s okay."

"You must have done so much cleaning up since I came here."

"I'm sorry."

"I've had worse."

She raised an eyebrow curiously "You've had...worse?"

"Vomit. Blood is much easier to deal with than that."

"Ahh..." She nodded, wishing she had never asked. "I see..."

"Bet you wish you hadn't asked now," he said, the laughter underlining his voice.

She nodded. "Yeah, I really didn't want to know now that I think about it." She grimaced, a shudder running down her spine.

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