Lazarus

16

I woke up with a massive headache. I was in bed with Lazarus's arm wrapped around me, I wasn't in my wedding dress anymore, but my pajamas Stella.

I attempted to lift his arm off of me but it didn't work he just tightened it. I tried to lift myself, but still he refused to move. I flopped back onto the bed letting a sigh escape my lips.

"Well good evening to you too," Lazarus mumbled.

"Why are you wrapped around me?" I asked. He took back his arm and shrugged.

"You are cuddly like a bear," he smirked. "Were also married, so I guess we should act like it," he smirked.

"We only are pretending to be married," I told him.

"Did you lose part of your memory during your turning?"

"No, why?" I snapped.

"Cause I'm pretty sure we are married," he pushed the blankets off of him to reveal he was only wearing boxers that showed everything.

"I know legally we are, but emotionally we aren't. You are still my boss, and I'm just your maid," I sneered.

That could change," I thought I heard him mumble. I ignored him and grabbed a uniform out of my bag.

"We have to stay here," he demanded.

"Why?"

"Tradition. Once you're mated you spend the first few days feeding and fucking, so unless you want people to think we aren't following tradition be my guest and walk out the door."

"Well, what are we supposed to do? There is nothing in this bedroom to do other than watch the fire and sleep," I whined.

"I'll get Stella to bring you something to do when she comes in to bring us breakfast," he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Thank goodness!" I flopped back down on the bed.

"You know we could follow tradition," he winked. I grabbed my pillow and hit him with it.

"I'm not fucking my boss," I snapped. "Why are you acting like this all the sudden? One minute you hate me, next you are being nice and flirty," he shrugged again.

"Guess it is just the bonding hormones," he mumbled.

"But you were acting like this before," I argued if looks could kill I would have been 6ft under. He brushed back some of his hair before he adjusted his pillow and tried to sleep, "aren't you going to answer me?" He flipped me the bird. "Lazarus," I snapped. I felt my blood start to boil as I grabbed the pillow again to whack him, but he grabbed my hands and flipped me, so I was straddling him.

"Don't even think about it," he grumbled.

"Then tell me why you've changed all of a sudden!" His eyes snapped open, he grabbed both my hands in one of his before he used the other to lift himself up. We were then face to face. His warm breath fanned my face.

"Don't you ever use your pretty little noggin of yours?" He stared straight into my eyes. "Don't you fucking realize that I don't hate you. Maybe the reason I've changed is that I fell in love with you?" He spoke in a low voice; I didn't know what to say.

"How do you know?" Was all I could sputter out.

"Really?" He laughed, I nodded.

"The moment you walked into this castle, I knew I had to keep you. I didn't know why I just did. Then when you stayed, I realized I slowly started wanting you. I didn't have a desire to pin you down, and suck every drop of blood you had, no. Biting you repulsed me, not because you don't taste divine, but because it hurt you. I, a monster, hurt one of God's angels," I sat breathless for a moment. He just had admitted his feelings for me. "You don't have to say you want me back. When they leave we can pretend this marriage never happened if that is what you want," he frowned. I felt torn, I had feelings for Lazarus, but I didn't want to sleep with him; not anytime soon at least.