"I'm sorry I said it," he muttered, his fingers finding their own way across the piano keys, filling the apartment with their song.
"It's true though," she muttered, her arms tightly wrapped around herself.
"I know it's hard to have faith, Melissa, especially with as much pressure as we have on us."
"I'm meant to be getting married, when you say. ‘Do you have faith in me?’ I'm meant to nod, stare into your eyes and say ‘yes, because I love you.’"
"No," he shook his head slightly, "I prefer the truth. At least if I know you have less faith in me than I'd like I can try and do something about it."
"No, it's not right though! You were right, what is love without faith? Our vows say that I am meant to love you, protect you and always be with you. Have faith in you so that we will be together, death do us part."
"No!" he snapped, slamming the piano lid shut, "I've had enough of living a lie! Honestly, Melissa, why can't you just accept that I prefer knowing?"
"What do you mean, 'living a lie,’ you mean, this has all been a lie before this?"
"That's not what I meant!" he growled, banging his head on the piano in frustration, "I just meant I'm tired of not knowing the full truth. I thought you had faith in me, just like I have faith in you. People have lied to me my whole goddamn life and I'm glad I know the truth, sure, but excuse me for being just a little bit hurt."
"I did have faith in you, but with a situation this big I don't think we'll be strong enough!"
"You're right, we won't be if we keep fighting like this," he sighed.
Melissa took a moment before moving to sit beside him. "Lazarus, I'm not lying to you. I had faith in you. No. I have faith in you. I don’t have faith in me. I don't have faith that I can fight without hindering you." She paused again, but didn't break eye-contact. "I just want some faith in me, a little faith that I can fight and still come out of it alive. I've been fighting everything my whole life. I’m getting tired Lazarus, I’m getting weary.”
"I do have faith in you, Melissa; I've always had faith in you."
"Well I don't, life is a fight for survival, but I've always fought my class, I've always wanted to be like the common people on the street. Then, I became a leech and I always fought who I was and I fought my father, my sire. Then I finally found someone I could relax with and now I'm fighting my kind, yours, hunters, my instinct, my beast and...my humanity."
"Yeah and you wouldn't be here if you couldn't stand up for yourself."
"I know, but I don't know if I want to."
"I trust you to protect me, I just don't want you to fall and end up dead in my arms because I didn't fight beside you."
"I know I've made stupid mistakes before, but can you trust me not to make any more mistakes? Trust me not to die?"
"Is that all you ask?"
"Trust, faith and love? It's a pretty tall order to be asking from anyone."
"And you have it all from me. You have my trust that you'll always protect me. Faith that you'll be able to overcome everything and love that my heart is always yours."
"Thank you," he murmured, pulling her into a firm embrace.
"There is no need to thank me for that," He simply smiled and kissed her. She kissed him back, before pulling back with a smile. "So, do you have your suit yet?" She mumbled, reaching round his neck to take off the collar she had forgotten about.
"Mhmm, I'll warn you now, I don't look any good in suits. I look like even more of a short-arse than I already am."
"Now you know you're not short,"
"Not for an average man four hundred years ago, no, but people get very tall these days."
"I'm smaller than you, shut up." She mumbled.
He smiled softly, "You're a normal height, it’s okay."
"But you're still taller than me, you'll be okay. But if you don't want to wear a suit, I'm not forcing you."
"I've got the suit now, don't worry about it."
"Sneaky," she laughed, “when’d you get that?”
"When you disappeared off all day, I didn't have much else to be doing."
"Oh, fair enough, I have my dress too. Looks like tomorrow will just be a relax day then."
"Mmm, I might look at buying shutters of some kind. I want to consumate the marriage, but I won't be able to do it if I'm worrying about being perved on," he scowled, remembering Albert's words.
"We have perfectly good blinds; we just never close them at night. I don't think you have to go out and spend money on shutters."
"Yeah well we're five storeys up; we shouldn't be worrying about people being able to look in at all!"
"So how d'ya think he gets to look in?"
"I dunno, hanging off the window sill probably, knowing him. He's so determined to screw us over."
"But, maybe it's because he spiked my blood? I mean, I have a vampiric mind so I know he would be able to read my mind if I’ve been drinking his blood for years, just like you can talk to me in mine after these months."
His eyes widened slightly, "I hadn't even considered that one. Eugh, Isn't there some way of shutting him out?"
"Heh," She laughed somewhat hysterically. "Bleeding me till I'm nearly dead and feeding me new blood but, then that would just give me a new connection to someone else."
"I'd say my blood, but I'm not exactly willing to try that method."
"It's the only option I guess."
"I don't want to risk it, Melissa."
"It'll be okay... you'll know when to feed me," she mumbled and then it all fit together for her.
"No, c'mon... you're not seriously going to bleed yourself to the edge of death, are you?"
"He did it, because he didn't think I would. He doesn't know how much I want him out of my head."
"I can only give you six pints of blood without the wolf reacting, though. You need more than that."
"I can live with that much, but it just means I'll be asleep for a while."
"I'm not keen, Melissa. I'm not sure having you half dead the day before we get married is such a brilliant idea."
"Then we wait, but it will happen, your blood or not." He looked at her a moment longer before nodding reluctantly. "Till then, I dunno, let's just stop arguing hmm?"
"Yeah," he smiled slightly.