Enyo had gone hunting that night Morose stormed away from her. But she didn't go hunting what he had figured she would have. She had actually ended up at the ranchers field and 'borrowed' a rather large cow for a short time. The animal had easily fallen into a trance. She drank what she needed and walked away leaving the animal still standing and once again chewing it's cud.

Now she was back at the cemetary sitting on the ground once more outside the crypt that she resided in during the days. It was about half way through the night. She wasn't hungry for she had again visited the ranchers field when she had first risen. Her eyes were closed and her head resting against the wall of the crypt.

The loneliness was unbearable. She hated it. She hated herself. She hated the one who had turned her into what she is. She hated everything at this very moment. She was actually considering not moving from where she sat come morning. She was seriously considering letting the sun do away with her when it came time for it to rise.

He'd said he'd come back when he felt like it. And he hadn't come back the previous night just to proove a point. This whole Sire being the boss, sired being submissive wasn't working out here. Now he was coming back, for what reason s she just might never know. Truthfully, Morose wasn't a mean guy, and he'd hated her so much that previous night that he'd been spitful. Now he felt guilty and sorry, and as he'd known would happen, his heart couldn't stay angry for long, even if she'd killed him and cursed him. He was still angry, but he wasn't raging anymore. He was past that finally.

He'd cleaned his face of the white cosmetics and the blood and gotten a change of cloths. Yet another pair of pants, all black and completely plain except that the legs were so wide they covered his shoes, that made his unatural height and skininess stand out, a black muscle shirt with a gothic cross cut out of it, leaving a hole in the chest and stomach, the shape of that sharp twisted cross, a purple fishnet beneath it. And that ever present trench coat.

In his hand was a red rose, long stemed, thorny, and sealed in clear wax. He approached in complete silance, his red hair standing out freakishly red aginst his palness. He stopped beside her but said nothing, made no move to let her know he was there except that he'd walked up and stopped. He didn't even look down at her. His blue eyes remained focused on the sky.

She felt his presence and didn't bother to open his eyes. "Come back to taunt me more I see?" She was still very hurt from those three words he had spoken the night he stormed away. She voice thick with hurt as she spoke to him coldly. She hadn't expected him to ever return. So she was surprised that he was here but she didn't let on to that.

He shook his head. "No. But if you don't want me here I understand," half gentle, half flatlined voice. He remained where he'd stopped, unwavering to her icey tone. "I said I'd come back if I felt like it." He looked down at her, anger bubbling again, but he put a lid on it, for now. He could go rage somewhere else later. "I felt like it." He finished.

He twisted the thorny rose in his fingers as usual, then turned and walked down into the crypt, once again fighting the urge to cross himself before entering, he did however once he was inside out of her sigh. His shirt bore a gothic cross and a necklace under the cut out shirt and ontop of the fishnet was a granite cross on a leather strap. You can turn him as many times as you want, it's arguable that Morose won't ever turn awway from his religious ways.

If her eyes were to have been open the confusion would have shown in her eyes at that point. But she kept them closed. She didn't want him to see anything she felt.

"Why?" Simple question really. From the way he had talked she figured he wouldn't ever be back. She had spent the time that he had been gone cursing herself for making this mistake. But she couldn't undo it. That just wasn't possible.

Tonight she was actually wearing pants. Black pants of course. With a black baggy t-shirt. Black sneekers upon her feet. Her hair hung loosely around her messily. She'd actually givin up caring how she looked since she hadn't wandered into the city itself since he had left. What was the point in 'dressing up' for a bunch of cows?

By the time she questioned him, he'd already entered her crypt and crossed himself in blessing. His arms felt heavy every time he did that now. Still, because the door was open, he had heared her. "Maybe because I felt like it," he replied, his voice echoing out to her. He walked further in and started down the steps. "Maybe because I find it amusing to fight with you," his voice sounded further away. "Maybe because I'm not so angry anymore. Though I am still mad." He added so not to have a misunderstanding. He reached the ground floor where she'd taken him the revious night. "Maybe because I was a little sorry." His voice was echoing very distantly by that point. He stood in the room, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

She finally opened her eyes. Way had he gone inside so early? There was still a few hours before sunrise. Not many but enough. She made no move to get up. She listened as his words echo'd out to her. His last words, while sounding the furthest away, stuck in her mind as if he had said it right next to her. 'Maybe because I was a little sorry' he had said. Sorry for what? She was the one that had done this to him. She deserved his anger.

She continued to sit where she was. She could see the skies in the far distance begining to not be so dark. The thoughts still on her mind that had originally crept there when she first sat down where she was. She was tired. Tired of everything. Tired of being who she was. Tired of being the vampire with feelings. Feelings that obviously didn't matter. Wouldn't it have been just as easy to shut off those feelings? Yeah right. And pigs fly too.

Morose noted she hadn’t followed and he took off his trench coat, he lay it out on the floor flat so it woudn’t wrinkle. Then he sat down, his back leaning against the wall, his head back, his legs propped up a little and his arms hanging over his knees. “And you sound so disappointed that I came back,” he leaned his head in the direction of the doorway, as if she were sitting right on the other side of the wall. “Why is that?

He had no clue what was going on in her mind, nor did he guess. But had he known, he would have thrown a fit. Now that he’s thinking about it, he pulled a watch out of the pocket of his coat. It wouldn’t be long before the sun came up. He used to watch it rise every morning, but now he couldn’t. Never again. “Hey, Sun up soon.” He said, his voice echoing down the hall, although he expected she would know that better then he did.

She sat there still. Had she sounded disappointed he came back? She hadn't meant to. She was still feeling quite hurt at those three words he had said. "Did I? I hadn't meant to," she whispered softly. Probably not loud enough for him to hear her but she wasn't sure.

She closed her eyes again and leaned her head against the wall once more. She heard him. Sun up soon. She knew that. It didn't matter at that moment. She hated herself at this very moment more than she had ever hated the one who made her what she is.

"I want to watch...just one more..." Her voice wasn't quiet as she said this. It was indeed loud enough for him to hear her. She didn't care. But yet...she did. He was here. He had come back after all. Shouldn't that have made her feel better? It should have. But she hated being the vampire with feelings.

"I want to watch...just one more..."

Morose shrugged, even though she couldn't see him doing so. "Suit yourself." He replied. He felt his stomach tugging again, he was hungry, he knew he was, but he couldn't let her know that any more then he could let Jex know that. For Jex, he'd have to explain why he couldn't eat, and that would mean revealing the world of magic to the man, and he didn't think that was necissary. To let her see it, that would mean arguing about food again.

Wait.

Watch one more? Watch one more what? The sun? She can't do that. Can she? Again he felt the weight of his lack of knowlege of somthing he'd turned into. He stood up. Why would she do that? Was it me? It had to be. Fourty years alone and she's fine, one night of dealing with me and she wants to fuck herself over.

He climbed the stairs and came out, standing over her. He looked ever thinner, even tall wtihout the trench coat on.

"What are you doing?" He wanted to clear this up, understand what he couldn't understand.

Yes fourty years of being alone. Was she ever fine? No. Never. Not once.

She heard him come up the stairs. She felt him there standing over her. She opened her eyes to look at them. What's that in her eyes? They're glistening. Are those tears? Why yes indeed they are. Remember, she is a vampire with feelings. Probably one of the only one's you will ever run across that really has feelings. 'Fuck your feelings' running through her mind over and over.

"Watching the sun rise one more time..." she whispered. How could she tell him? How could she tell him that she didn't want to do this anymore? How she didn't want to be this anymore?

Oh great. A tear runs down her face as she closes her eyes again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've done this to you." She couldn't even look at him now. She'd fucked up his life. And for what? She just wanted companionship. Not someone to hate her for always.

He reached out but not to brush the tear away. His large hand could nearly wrap around her whole throat, and he pulled upward, lifting her by the throat. Or more so from under the chin while holding her throat. “You aren’t allowed to watch the sun rise If I’m not. You can’t take it from me and then get what you took.” He pulled her towards the crypt door, hand still around her throat.

“You’re sorry? No. I’m fucking sorry.” Sorry for getting myself into this mess, sorry for hating you, sorry for not hating you, sorry for what I said, sorry I can’t watch the sun anymore. “The only way I’ll forgive you for anything is if you walk in there willingly.” He let go of her throat once they were standing in front of the door way. He looked as a father would look, a challenge on his face speaking ‘see what you get if you defy me…go ahead, try me.’ He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

She flinched as she felt his hand enclose her throat. Was he going to choke the life out of her? Uh...that couldn't happen. She didn't have to breathe to 'live'. But no. She felt herself being lifted up off the ground. She gave no sign of a struggle as he pulled her towards the door of the crypt.

She heard his words. He released her throat. The expression on her face was one of being torn between fighting to stay outside and allowing the sun to do whatever to her or to walk into the crypt on her own. Desicions desicions decisions.

Without saying a word she turned and walked through the door and towards the steps. She walked down the steps into the 'basement'. Over to the corner she went. She leaned against the wall and slid down it. She waited...

Morose followed her, shutting the door behinde him, firmly, then followed her down the steps. Instead of sinking against the wall like he did last time and minding his own bussiness, he followed her to the corrner and squat down beside her, he really was taller without that jacket.

"What the hell are you thinking?" He snarled. "You turned me yesterday and now your just leaving me. I know shit about vampires! And you're just going to let me try to figure it out alone? You wanted companionship, you got it, and now your leaving? Much less leaving me alone?"

Hmmm. Time for a wake up call. The other night he'd yelled at her for turning him when she knew how much she'd hated her sire, how much it hurt, but she did it to him anyways, knowing it'd be the same.

"You wanted companionship because you couldn't bear to be alone, but your willing to go off and leave me alone to go through the same thing. Wouldn't you like to prevent that? At all?" He frowned.

"I came back to apologize."

((Night))

She watched him come down the stairs. She had expected him to slink off over to the other wall away from her. But he didn't. He came over to her and squated down beside her. She was feeling very small at that moment. Very small.

"What was I thinking? I was thinking I was going to be spending all of eternity alone once more just like the past 40 years. How was I supposed to know you were going to come back? I'm a vampire not a fuckin mind reader," she hissed back.

She didn't bother to turn her head to look at him. She continued staring straight in front of her. Staring off into the nothingness of the dark.

"You were the one that said you wanted nothing to do with me. You were the one that said you were leaving. You were the one who walked away." Coldness with a touch of hurt.

She cringed at his words. Fuck. Being a vampire with feelings really sucks ass. His words pierced right through her.

"I can't bear to be alone. So yes, I was going to willingly end my aloneness. I didn't think you were ever coming back." Whispered words.

You were the one that said you wanted nothing to do with me. You were the one that said you were leaving. You were the one who walked away

He shook his head, noting her face still turned away from him. Again, the sire vampire is dominat the sired is submissive was once again down the drain. Morose just couldn't seem to grasp the idea. He reached out and took her jaw in his strong hands and forced her face towards him.

"I'm the one who said I might come back," he added to her list of what he was and said and did. "You're the one who wasn't going to wait and see." He let go of her chin and his hand come up to stroke her hair in an almost brotherly fashion, then ran fingertips down her face, then dropped his hand and laced his fingers, hands hanging between his knees.

"I didn't come last night because I was still angry, I still hated you. And I had other business with someone else." He replied. Then he paused, blue eyes fixed on his Sire.

"So," he said slowly. "What are you going to do now? I won't let you bite me and then take off like that."

She didn't resist as he made her turn to look at him. She forced herself not to flinch as he stroked her hair and ran his fingertips down her cold face. Her blank eyes looking at him. Those blue eyes. The thing she had noticed first about him. His blue eyes and red hair. Unlike any she'd ever seen before. Red-heads never came with blue eyes that she had ever seen before.

She listened to everything he said before thinking of her own reply. What are you going to do now? That question rang in her head. What was she going to do now?

"I came inside didn't I?" Tsk tsk. Now she's just being stubborn.

"Yes, but what now?" This wasn't going to be easy for her. He'd delt with the younger kids at the orphanage, having been the oldest for his last five years spent there that gave answers like that. And he'd always made it harder. Always wanted the specific to the point answer, always got his way in the end.

"What now? Now that your stuck with my stubborn ass?" He quoted her there from the previous night, indeed, she'd called him that twice.

"What happens if I don't come back tomorrow night?" He did after all, still need to be with his friend Jex only so often. "Do you just assume I'm never coming back? There are other people out there that I associate with." A vampire who kept his old friend anyways, a friend who knew nothing of magic.

"You are free to come and go as you please. Just tell me that you will at least eventually be back if you're going to be gone for a while."

Her eyes still staring at those blue eyes of his. Why had she picked him just because of his hair and eye color combo? That made no sense. There had to be another reason she had picked him. But what? Who could answer that if she couldn't even answer it herself.

He nodded, then shrugged. “I will if I feel like it.” No dominance for her…that he was going to admit. Actually, he probably would tell her, descretly, in passing during a conversation. ‘oh by the way..’

He rolled his shoulders before standing up, those boney thin shoulders, his tall thin body. He ducked his head out of habbit, slouching his shoulders from habit. Actually, that hadn’t started as a habit, he had scoliosis, badly. He walked to the spot he’d slept the previous night.

She scowled at his words. "Please. Please tell me that you will at least eventually be back if you're going to be gone for a while." Not a demand. Not a command. A gentle request. Her voice sounded almost like she was pleading with him.

She watched him get up and walk across the room. She just realized he didn't have his trench on. He looked so thin. Like a bean stalk in a sense.

“I’ll….” He looked like he was considering this. “Mention it too you.” He replied finally. He leaned back against the wall and slid down into a sitting position, his long legs pulled almost against them.

“So…what do you do in here?” He was an insomniac before he’d been bitten and now after the previous night, it was obvious that being turned hadn’t changed that at all. “What am I supposed to do for the next six hours?” That’s right, he wouldn’t go to sleep for another six hours.

"Thank you," she replied to him. Much gratatude in her voice. That's all she asked for.

"I usually sleep from sun up till sun down. I sleep out of boredom." It was true. She was alwasy so bored the only thing there was for her to do was sleep. She didn't have to sleep. She could get just a couple hours of sleep and feel as fresh as the crisp night air.

"What do you want to do for the next 6 hours?" Answering a question with a question.

He shrugged his boney shoulders. “What do people do for six hours in an empty room?” Male, female, alone, that should be obvious but Morose was a virgin and it was the last thought in his mind, as well as the fact that, if he thought about it, he’d wonder if he’d be able to get erect anyways. But he didn’t want that, especially not now, never had. “I usually spend that time in the cemeteries.” Blessing souls and looking for Zach.

She smirked in the dark at his question. The thought did cross her mind but she knew he probably hadn't eaten anything. As a result of that she knew that nothing would be able to happen anyway so she passed the thought from her mind. But not before remembering that he's a virgin.

"Well...you are still technically spending six hours in a cemetary," she replied to him. It's true too. They are in a cemetary after all. She didn't know what else to say.

“Not out there.”

He sighed and hung his head as he so often did, bobbing almost between his knees. After a moment he leaned forward enough to let his forehead rest on his left knee. One finger traced the outside of the cut out cross design in his shirt. He lifted his head slightly.

“I can’t be this.” He said. “I just can’t. I don’t know how to.” Be a vampire? Or sit in a crypt for more then six hours? “Tell me. Tell me about us, what are we, what can we, can’t we do? Why are we what we are?” The questions rolled off his tongue.

She heard him sigh and resisted the urge to go to him. It wouldn't do her any good to try to comfort him she knew. She's the one who did this to him. She was the last one he'd want comfort from.

She listened as the questions kept coming from him. "Slow down," she whispered to him from across the room. "I can only try to answer one at a time."

"We are vampires. Creatures of the night. We must hide in the darkness while the sun is in the sky. I am not sure of what happens when we are caught in it. I would have found out as the sun rose but would not have been able to tell you about it." If it weren't for him coming back when he did. But she left that out.

"We must feed or we begin to 'die' a 'death' that is even worse than the process one goes through when they are turning into a vampire. I know this because for the longest time I refused to feed on anything. Including critters of any kind."

She became silent. She wasn't sure at all how to answer his last question. For it was a question she, herself, asked many, many times but only received punishment for even asking.

He frowned. He ignored her feeding comment. He could defy death, he knew he could, who needs to feed? Ha! So he’s a dreamer...

He lowered his head to his knee again, the finger tracing the cross cut out on his shirt found the granite cross hanging from a leather strap. “And God? Why do Vampires shy from that subject?” Yeah yeah…if vampires shy from the subject she obviously did but he wasn’t going to let her. “And this?” He touched the cross that lay on the fishnet against his chest. “Why can I touch it if God is so terrible?” He’d not been wearing it when he was turned, so he’d put it on more or less as an experiment to see if it would burn. It did not. Stung a little for a moment, but nothing more.

She flinched just at the mention of the word. If she wasn't already against the wall she'd have crept backwards more.

"At first a new vampire has no problem with it. It starts out as a slight stinging but it grows until you feel like you're on fire. I can not explain it for it was never explained to me. I only know this is true. I watched hidden in the shadows as the one who made me was attacked by a mortal. The mortal had shoved a..." A pause and gagging sound. Could she even bring herself to say it? "You know..." Nope. She couldn't. "Onto his face. I saw the sizzling of it as it burned into his flesh. The stentch was horrible."

She stopped. She couldn't continue. While she hated him still and how he treated her, he was the one who had created her. He was the one who made sure she had fed. He was the only one in her life for so long. And then it came to an end. Just like that.

He frowned, fingering his own cross. He came to a decision then. If he could live without feeding, he could live with his cross without it burning him. So naive. He closed his hand around the black granite of the cross and leaned his head back against the wall. She’d answered the cross question. What about the other?

“And god?” He asked. Please, say that one is all psychological, it’s all in the vampires head to Hate God.

That was another sad tragedy. Morose was such a religious man with such strong religious beliefs, such powerful thoughts of life and death, such a high regard for the higher power that was god. And now this?

Her frown deepened. She didn't know how to answer that really. 'He' was associated with the *gags* cross thus the two things go hand in hand. She had not grown up in a religious home so it didn't bother her at all. But she could clearly sense that it was bothering him.

"They go hand in hand. It destroys us. They are associated together. We can not step foot into one of 'their' buildings. We can not step foot upon their grounds. Burst into flames we do."

He frowned again. “Why?” His voice sounded stressed, almost lost. “Why is God an enemy? Why would it be so bad? Why can’t I go to one of His buildings? His land? I can still pray? Will it kill me just because I pray, just because I believe or I say his name?”

He sounded as if he were panicing. Being turned into a vampire had angered him, being told these things hurt him. He felt his whole world, everything he’d based his world on, he found it crumbling, just because he’d been bitten by one woman and been willing to take his own blood back.

He cursed himself silently.

Gagging sound again at the mere mention of the name. She didn't do it on purpose. It really was making her feel like she was going to just puke all over. It was giving her a stomach ache. And it was starting to give her a headache as well. It would have all been much worse if she had been a vampire for more than 40 years.

Her eyes grew dark. Anger. "Stop it! Just stop it! We are the creatures of the night. We are damned for all eternity." Touchy touchy.

“No!” He shouted back at her. He didn’t even pause to think of the idea of calm discussion. Defensive. And maybe just as touchy as she. He stood up. “I’m not damned. You are! Not me!” He stood up now, towering again, with a mind to walk out the door and leave. No wait. He can’t. He’s trapped there.

“God have Mercy on you.” He turned and walked up the steps and threw himself down on the floor, back against the door. He lifted his head to pray. Stubborn asshole he was.


(they just arn't getting off to a good start are they.)

And she threw up as he said that. God have mercy on you. Gagging. Puking. Puking everything that might have been in her stomach. She didn't know which to hold more. Her stomach or her pounding head. More gagging. Now dry heeves. Nothing left to throw up but she couldn't stop it. "Asshole," she muttered between heeves.

He groaned. Would he turn into that? A god hating creature who was really damned for eternity? One single tear on his cheek and he leaned forward. He slammed himself back as hard as he could, slaming his body against the door. He groand and did it again, then again.

Then his fists met the floor, then again, a combonation of his back against the door and his fists on the floor. It echoed horribly. His head against the door. He was throwing a childish fit, and he didn't care. His world was dead, he was dead, his world was crumbling.

By the time she finally managed to get the puking and heeving to stop she was incredibly pissed off. Her bright green eyes dark with her anger. Oh yes he'd done it. He pissed her off good finally.

She heard him up on the main floor throwing a tantrum. She got to her feet and walked up the stairs. Her eyes oh so dark with her anger.

"Are you trying to kill me you little fucker? Do you really want to end up having to learn about vampires on your own? A mouthly asshole such as yourself wouldn't get very far at all." She hissed this out at him. Her voice dripping with anger.

He growled without pausing in his tantrum of attempting to harm himself. What would make her angrier then she was now? The only thing he knew of was right there in his grasp, and they’d just discussed it too. He reached up, stopping his tantrum and closed his hand around his cross on the necklace. He made a point of letting her see it.

“It seems to me,” his tone sarcastically conversational. “that your already dead dear.”

It seemed to him he’d tried to stop her from killing herself only moments ago. He leaned forward and threw himself against the door again, not one sign that that tear had rolled down his cheek, he’d wiped it away.

She was to angry to flinch. "As are you asshole. I will be the first to laugh when your 'precious' cross burns into you because of your stupidness." No she wouldn't but right now she's pissed off so...yeah.

"Came back to apologize my ass. Sadistic fucker."

With that she turned quickly and retreated back down the steps. She went as far back into the depths of the darkness as she could.

He groaned and leaned to one side, falling against the stone floor, his head against the cold, he lay on his side. This was going nowhere. He continued to hold his cross tightly in his hand, bringing it to his lips and praying, eyes squeezed shut, his words coming as soft, teary murmers.

He had come back to apologize. He'd not meant what he'd said, he'd not meant to hurt her. Only two days in this situation was unbearable, what about fourty years? He tried to step into her shoes and put up with an amiture punk like himself. How annoying it must be to try making conversation with someone who hates to talk, how anoying to teach someone whoes unwilling to learn.