"What is your name?" She demanded. The man lifted his head.
"You know my name, Melissa." She shook her head furiously, taking a step back.
"You're dead. You died. I saw you die, you. You got shot in front of me!" she cried.
"Melissa." Lazarus murmured, trying to get her attention, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the blonde wolf. Albert. Lazarus turned to him and glared. "You're a heartless little prick, aren't you? Do you know how much she's hurt because of you?"
He looked at him shocked, and then back at Melissa, "you still love me...?" He wondered, looking at the cross she firmly held in her grasp. "You got my present!" He beamed. Lazarus' fist curled and uncurled as he resisted the urge to punch the guy.
"Yeah, but this begs the question: why'd you abandon her? Why didn't you come back for her and save her becoming a vampire, eh?" Lazarus cut in before anyone else could say anything.
"I didn't want her to see me like this!" He barked. Melissa looked between them, confused.
"You think I cared!?" she asked, incredulously.
"Like this? You mean you didn't want her to see you as a feral dog marking your territory and ripping stuff up just because you don't know how to look after yourself? Like the complete and utter fucking mess that you are?" the words tore out of Lazarus angrily and he couldn't seem to manage his temper as it began to spiral out of control. She pulled at the chain, ripping it off her neck and pressed it into Albert's hand, burning the image into it.
"You keep it, may it remind you of the heart you just lost." She whimpered. Lazarus' eyes met the alpha's and he shook his head. The controlled fury in his dark eyes quelled Lazarus' own temper a little and he glanced at Melissa.
"Let's go. Sorry," he muttered. She looked at Albert, a tear falling from her cheek. She kissed him softly before slapping his cheek.
"Yeah. Let's go." She whispered hoarsely. He took her hand and led her away from the others.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking back over his shoulder occasionally.
"What the hell just happened!?" She cried.
"I'm not sure. But I'm not taking them not following us as a good thing..." I just yelled at the beta. Crap. Crap, crap, crap.
She stopped in the foyer and collapsed onto one of the chairs there, bursting into tears. He sat beside her, hesitantly putting an arm around her.
"He died, he came back. He forgot all about me. He sent me a mysterious gift and thought I didn't love him anymore." She muttered trying to collect her thoughts, trying to understand what had just happened.
"He claimed to love you, yet he abandoned you..." Lazarus didn't understand it. As much as he hated being a werewolf himself, he was sure he would have gone back, had it been him. Wouldn't I?
"I want to go back, hug him, embrace him... I want to rip him apart."
"I'm quite tempted to rip him apart myself, but the alphas won't let us get even close."
"Screw them. In a few seconds I've just been torn apart. Lazarus, what should I do? Everything I thought I knew has just been upturned!"
He shook his head. "I don't know. What do people usually do when someone they thought was dead comes back into their life?" he seemed to be asking the empty room rather than Melissa. "What can a person do when the old love threatens the new love?"
"He's not threatening you Lazarus." She murmured. "I never doubted that. I'm just so confused." A weak smile flickered on his face for a moment.
"I guess I don't feel threatened that way, more like I'm in deep, deep trouble for lying to them..." he trailed off, chewing on his lower lips a little.
"Oh I never even realised. I'm sorry!"
"I'll be fine. My only concern is that they'll go after you rather than me. I can't let them do that." A frown creased his forehead and he glared at the floor, trying to think of a way he could stop them from hurting her.
"They can try." She growled. "Do you think they're still in there?"
"No, I doubt it, there's another door on the other side of the hall." He murmured. "Please don't go picking a fight with them, Melissa."
"I won't but I need... I need..." She whimpered, her mind spinning with all the things she needed, to learn how to fight, gather myself together, go to the coven... "I need you." She decided, finding it the most important.
"I'm right here," he smiled, gripping her hand. She squeezed it back.