The Beast WithinMature

Ignoring this, he simply turned his head to the side and gave her access to his neck, exposing his throbbing artery as his heart sped up a little. "I hate you for this, Lazarus." She whispered before ducking down, her teeth piercing his neck. He fell silent and even as she felt his heart slow and labour its beats she didn’t stop. It was like an addiction, his blood was so sweet and hot as it slid down her throat.

His eyes slid closed and his arms began to twitch slightly as the wolf begged to surface. The presence of the wolf only made her growl, but she didn't stop, her grip on his arms tightening. Lazarus began to snarl, pushing his head backward into the cushions away from her. She pulled back as he moved, switching to a vein in his shoulder instead. The flow wasn't as good but she made do, then he began to fight back, so he pulled his arms from her grip, putting one hand flat in the middle of her chest, pushing hard. She snarled tearing upwards as her pushed her back. For a moment she laid there, her eyes staring into his a snarl on her lips as she licked them clean.

The holes in his skin began to heal, though his eyes stayed closed, his other arm still spasming as he held her off.  “Hands off me wolf!" She growled, her breathing hard, but he ignored her and she moved her hands to his chest, her hands clawing through his shirt.

He pushed her back again, holding her up so she couldn't reach him. In a desperate attempt to get back at the vein she knocked his hand away with her last reserves of energy. She landed with a crash on his chest and had to take a moment to recover, elongating her fangs again.

His eyes snapped back open at the impact looking up at her as her fangs grew. "Melissa, you can stop now," he told her in an even, commanding tone as he reached up, pinning her arms to her sides and holding her away again.

She shook her head, repeating herself, "hands off me Wolf!" She growled again, Melissa was listening, the animal was not. Ignoring her words again, he shifted into a sitting position, pushing her down onto the sofa until their positions were reversed. "You can't keep me here." She snarled, thrashing from side to side.

His grip tightened on her. "Listen to me, Melissa my love. You've had enough now."

"Your love? I'm not your love! You are a wolf!" She growled, but her eyes told a different story. They looked into his, daring, but soft. You could clearly see Melissa hidden behind them.

"Yes, I am a wolf. I'm your wolf, but you're not supposed to nearly kill me when you drink from me."

"My wolf... I warned you wolf!" She growled, flicking between a soft and harsh tone.

"I know you did," he smiled.

"What're you smiling at... you monster, you flea-bag!"

"If I had fleas, you would know about it."

"What are you on about now dog?"

"You called me a flea-bag, but I can assure you, I don't have fleas. Now are you going to calm down, or am I going to have to restrain you all night?"

“You mean you're going to stay? You have no right! This is my place!"

"It's signed in my name, Melissa."

She snarled, flicking her head from left to right, "why am I living with a wolf!?"

“Why don't you ask yourself that?"

“Because!" She paused, "because I love you." Her eyes swirled from red to green and she took a deep breath.

"And I love you." He smiled and she soon realised where she was, she was led beneath a man. A wolf-man that was sat on me, she sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist but she couldn't look into his eyes. He asked her if she had calmed down and she nodded, so he sat back pulling her up with him.

"You didn't have to sit on me." She murmured, rubbing her stomach. "It feels funny."

"You were being rather stubborn and I'm not that heavy."

"Not the point! Why'd you have to sit on me!? Flea-bag," she laughed.

"It's been a very, very long time since I last had fleas, thank you."

"Humph. Now I have an insult that will get to you. Good." She smirked. "And you can't do anything about it."

"If you start calling me flea-bag, I will start calling you leech," he looked at her seriously, "I'm not joking."

"You sound like a hunter."

"I sound like a wolf, actually."

"Fine, but you don't sound like my wolf!" She snarled, pushing him off her.

He sighed, leaning back into the sofa. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Course you are," she stated simply. She didn’t like being called a leech; it’s nothing like being called a flea-bag to her. After nearly draining the one she loved so much she didn’t exactly like being called a leech.

"I am. Really, we're getting married next week and all we can seem to do is argue. I don't want to start our marriage bickering over a couple of words."

"I nearly drained you dry and you called me a leech!"

"I'm sorry that near death experiences don't put me in brilliant moods."

"I'm sorry for almost killing you but I warned you, I warned you didn't I?"

"I said I don't mind a couple of scars, not heart failure."

"It's not like I could have done anything! One, I'm not meant to be in the sun, two, when I get hungry, I KILL THINGS!" She shouted, her hand resting on her ring. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d last.

"You don't always kill the person you're feeding from."

"It's kinda hard when you're fighting the instinct to feed because you'll die from it. I'm sorry I'm not perfect and I can't satisfy my hunger any other way!"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Damn straight you will be!" She growled, punching his chest firmly. He winced, but took the punch and she balled her hands into fists, looking at him. "You will be. It's not like putting you on death row isn't hurting me too."

He put his hands gently on her waist, meeting her eyes firmly as he spoke, "I'm sorry that I over reacted, Melissa. I love you, and you know I'd die for you. But I'll live for you too. I know my limit, that’s why I pushed you off. Can you forgive me for being snappish?"

"I don't want you to die for me, Lazarus. I want you to live... not for me, but with me. You know I have no choice but to feed off you because we live here. I love you Lazarus and you know I don't like feeding off you." She paused, breaking eye contact with him. "I love you and I don't want to have to... leech off of you."

He reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling. "I love you too, and it's because I love you that I'm willing to let you anywhere near my neck. If it bothers you that much, I'll go to the hospital tomorrow and get you some blood bags, okay?"

She whimpered slightly but looked up at him. "Lazarus... I'm sorry."

"No need," he murmured with a smile.

"You don't mean that. I just nearly killed you then bit your head off because of that."

"I do mean it, I wasn't exactly nice about it either, but hey. Let's not argue anymore, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded. He hugged her gently, kissing her on the lips just as softly. She broke from the kiss; resting her head on his shoulder she kissed his neck instead. "I'm sorry." She whispered again before dropping her arms to his waist. "I am."

"Mmm... I know."

“Lazarus?”

“Yes?”

She moved her head back so she could look at him, then she put her left hand on his cheek, before remembering the silver on her finger she dropped it, "I love you."

He smiled warmly. "I love you too."

She smiled, laughing slightly."You know, it really was a bad idea getting me a silver ring."

"I don't mind, but I can replace it if you want."

"I like to touch you, you know." She laughed. "But, it was the ring you chose to give me. I'm keeping it."

He grimaced slightly, "it was the ring I chose on a stupidly tight budget."

"On a beautiful spontaneous moment!" She reminded him. "It's okay!" Nodding slightly, he tightened his embrace a little, the smile returning to his lips. She smiled, kissing him firmly, "I still have the flowers too!"

He kissed her back, "I'm impressed. I didn't expect them to last longer than a couple of days."

"You know my little trick. I love to give life to things."

"Just as well you found me then. I thought I was reaching the end of my tether and then you came into my world and gave me new life," he beamed at her.

She just smiled back, pushing him over again. "And I'm not about to take that away."

"Good."

"Heh, way to ruin the moment, Melissa." She blushed.

"Hmm?"

"A wonderful moment, we're so close to each other and I mention killing you again." Dismissing the comment, Lazarus reached up and put his lips on hers firmly. She closed her eyes, kissing him back with a smile then the moment caught with her and her hands strayed for a moment and she pulled back, "Oh! I'm sorry."

The End

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