On the way home, they argued about what dress Melissa would wear, as she didn’t want to wear white and match the colour of her skin. Yet she hated the champagne colours and modern coloured dresses. Then they got into a row about innocence, Melissa thought she had lost everything. She lost her virginity before she got married, she killed and she’s stolen.
"I guess I can't wear white anyway. Innocence is hard to come by in people like me." She sighed.
"You're innocent enough for me," he smiled, kissing her softly before pressing the button to call the lift. She hummed an uncertain ‘mmm’, not liking how he could just forgive her sins so easily. To her, she had killed, she had stolen and she had even gone against her mother and slept with someone before her wedding day. Although, she knew it wasn’t that bad as she had only ever given her body to Lazarus. "What's wrong?" She sighed again, stepping into the lift with a shrug.
"I don't know how you can say that."
"Why?" He asked almost instantly and she turned to him in disbelief.
"After all I've done. How can you see me as innocent?" She questioned, as he pressed their floor’s button. She shook her head and let out a slight growl. “I’m the least innocent thing here. Even you aren’t as bad as I am.”
"I don't think anyone can get through four hundred years as a vampire, and stay perfectly innocent, Melissa." She nodded in an, ‘I see your point,’ sort of way, but still didn’t let up as he let her into the apartment. She stopped, turning to see him.
"But thinking about it, I've lost everything that could make me innocent." She muttered, moving over to the couch, away from the little slivers of light that let themselves through the blinds.
"Well it doesn't bother me that you're not as innocent as you could be, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, slipping off her boots before pulling her knees up to her chest. She felt a little funny, but shrugged it off.
"I love you, for who you are, as you are," he smiled, closing the door and moving over to her.
"I'll try not to change." She smiled back.
"I'm sure I'd love you even if you were to change, don't just stay the same for me." She tilted her head, a little confused as he said he loved her for whom she was, but he didn’t if she changed? Something ticked over in her head she knew somehow it didn’t add up.
"Then what do you love about me?"
"You're kind, funny, forgiving, loving. You have a wonderful personality and a surprising ability to cope with living with a wolf. You love me for who I am and... I'm not explaining this very well, am I?"
"But what if I was to change?"
"Well unless you suddenly discovered you hated wolves, I think I'd cope." He smiled weakly, sitting down beside her.
"I do hate quite a few wolves." She growled, "You’re different," she looked to him with a smile, trying not to think of Albert.
"I'm glad I'm different. I wouldn’t want you to hate me"
"No, nor would I." He smiled and kissed her. She kissed him back, leaning on him slightly so he fell back, his head resting on the side of the couch. She looked down on him and smiled. "I could never hate you."
He grinned up at her. "Good to know." She bent down and placed her lips on his, but her fangs extended slightly and she pulled back. He looked at her questioningly and she sat back, away from him and tapped her fangs. "So?"
"What d'ya mean ‘so’?"
"You know it doesn't bother me."
She sighed, resenting going out in the day. How the sun, even if she was in the shadows, made her so hungry, her stomach called to her at the thought of the sweet, copper taste on her tongue, sliding down her throat and her eyes turned ruby red "It still bothers me though."
He put his arms around her, pulling her down on top of him he linked his hands in the small of her back with a small smile and reached up to kiss her on the cheek. She flinched away, diverting her eyes away from him. But she could hear his gentle heart beat, the blood pumping through his veins and her teeth extended a little more, her eyes turning an even deeper crimson.
Muttering a quiet "sorry", he dropped his hands back down to his sides and sighed slightly. She shook her head, sitting back up again. "It's fine." She mumbled, finding it a little hard to talk. "Blame the sun."
“I will.” He smiled slightly and she lifted her wrist, biting into it. It wouldn’t cure her hunger, but it would shrink her teeth down, “and anyway, it should be I that is sorry.”
"What for? It's not like you can help it."
"No, but I shouldn't get so hungry so easily." She moaned, grasping her stomach, “Blasted sun.” She murmured, walking to the fridge. Of course, no blood, she sighed, she forgot she wasn’t in England anymore. "I don't want you to go hungry just because you're afraid of hurting me," he murmured, watching her sadly. She shook her head, stumbling back over to the couch and sitting down with a plonk.
He held up his hands in a placating gesture, "okay, look, it's up to you what you do. But you know I'd rather you risked giving me a scar than starve."
She sighed, her stomach growling she matched the growl and slowly laid herself on top of him again. But, it wasn’t Melissa anymore; she kissed his cheek softly before letting the animal within take over. Pinning his arms down, it was so, so tempting, she looked into his eyes, her own a little mournful. He lifted his head slightly and kissed her on the cheek again. She bared her teeth at him, not liking the gesture of love and she growled.