"The temptation to rip his head off was very hard to resist," Lazarus snarled and Melissa sighed, tightening the embrace on him a little.

"You didn't have to be kissed by him while he stuck his tongue down your throat." She pointed out, shuddering as the feeling came back.

"No, I think I've had enough of being kissed by unwanted men the last couple of days." She leant round to kiss him firmly and he turned his head to meet her lips.

He kissed her back warmly, but it was distracted. "They're gonna be pissed off with us now," he sighed.

"I’m not giving myself away to the coven master just to make them happy," she growled, not to Lazarus, but absently, to the coven.

"And I'm glad you didn't, but you know that's not what I mean,” She nodded, yeah, she did but...

"I'm not having them drink from you either!" She protested.

"I'd have been quite happy to give away a pint of blood if it stopped him from doing that to you."

"I don't think it would have and once again, I'm not letting you do that."

"Yeah, well let's just try to forget about it, hmm?"

"Yeah," She nodded, setting him down on the same roof as before. "Something's gonna happen, Lazarus. I know it."

"We make enemies too quickly, don't we? The hunter, the coven, the pack, Albert," he sighed, staring out at the suburbs beneath them.

"The hunter... he's a hunter, the coven are nasty people, the pack don't hate you and Albert's an idiot."

“The pack isn’t fond of me though, just walking into town with a vampire and a hunter on my tail like that. And Albert might be an idiot, but he's an influential idiot."

"I'm actually quite scared," she murmured and Lazarus instantly put his arms tightly around her, kissing her softly. “We have so many enemies and no friends. What if everyone finds out and the hunter finds us?”

"I don't think a hunter even that intent on extracting revenge will dare try anything here."

"I don't know..."

"I honestly don't think he would last very long. No one would give him a chance to explain; they'd just see him for what he is and kill him on sight.

"What about the priest? The wolves know all about him. But either way, if he comes asking for you... we're both in for it."

"Melissa, we have to have some kind of faith in our survival, don't we? We've both survived our fair share of hunts and whatever else over the last four hundred years."

"Only because I ran and I don't want to do that again."

"I barely moved from my home in London. I've travelled around some of England, but I stuck to where I was mostly. We can stand and fight."

"I don't know..."

"And I'll be stronger with you by my side than before. Please, Melissa? C'mon, it's the pessimist asking the optimist to be optimistic," he smiled slightly at the irony.

"I just don't know."

"We'll be okay," he promised, kissing her on the cheek.

She shook her head. "Being stuck in crossfire between a coven and a pack, that far outnumbers us and also being hunted by someone who has nothing to lose and just won't give up?"

"We can move further out into the countryside if you like, get away from the pack and the coven..."

"You think that'll make a difference?"

"I don't know. It might do... they'd be less irate about us being on their turf."

"There are no grounds round here, where do you think the pack changes?"

"Depends how tame their wolves are. They might be planning to do it indoors same as I am," he shrugged, "I dunno."

"Albert will never be tame." She sighed, falling back so she laid down on the roof, her legs swinging over the edge.

"How would you know? Have you met his wolf?"

"No, but, you and him are different, he lives for rage, his wolf is always controlling him, making him feral."

"Mmm...I s'pose, perhaps transforming in the apartment would be a bad idea then... I don't want him to come and pick a fight with me in my own home."

"He won't, he wouldn't change anywhere near us. He'd have to be with his pack surely."

"If it was so necessary to be a part of a pack, I'd have one."

"But when you're a beta..."

"Hmm... beta's job is to protect the pack," he murmured thoughtfully, "he might be made to stay with the pack."

"Exactly," Lazarus nodded and she sighed. “I’m not a fighter, just look at when you got captured. I needed someone else’s help. I can’t fight.”

"I am though, and I won't be stupid enough to let myself get caught this time."

"Then I can't stand with you."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to keep fighting. I'm immortal and I can't die by time, but I can still die and I don't think I'm ready to face that."

"Just one more fight, Melissa. Just one, to make our stand against the coven and the pack. I think... I think that if we prove we deserve to live here, they'll leave us be. I can deal with the hunter."

"Just one fight could be all it takes."

"It won't. We'll get through this. We just need to believe we can."

"And I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's impossible! We can't win against them!"

"Melissa, look at me," he murmured, his voice softly commanding. She rolled her eyes and sat up, looking at him with a sigh. "Do you have faith in me that I will keep you safe?"

"Against what?"


She stuttered, her eyes straying from his, "Yeah."

"Then why can't you look me in the eye?" he asked, not showing her how much that stung.

"Because I can't help but be scared, Lazarus, there were over a hundred in the coven alone!"

"And I'll fight them all off single handed if I have to," he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"I don't want you to die."

"I won't."

"I just can't believe that!" She cried, "I don't want you to be a fighter, I don't want you to fight!" Blood red tears ran down her face as she met his eyes again. "I don't."

He sighed and put his arms around her comfortingly, "I love you. I will stay away from fights as much as I can, okay?”

"You can't. They find you and you will fight back, it's your nature and I know I can't change that." He was silent and she broke away from him. “Do you promise to love, honour, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her?" She quoted, breaking away so she could look at him. "I guess I do, I do have faith. It's just hard."

He smiled, "I know it's hard, but if we don't have faith, what do we have?"

"Love," she stated simply.

"What's love without faith?"

"No, you're right. But I'd rather not question my love too thanks." She muttered, turning away from him again.

He sighed and stood up, "I'm sorry. C'mon, let's go back inside."

"Yeah," she mumbled, jumping off the roof and grabbing hold of the window sill as she dropped, pulling herself up and into the apartment. Lazarus followed her in the same way a moment later, going straight to his bag to change his clothes before sitting at the piano.

Melissa however just moved straight to the bedroom, changing her clothes before falling into the sofa. “We’re getting married the night after next and I have no faith.” She mumbled.

The End

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