Ok. Well here's the next chapter, and in a way the start of Act II of this tragic story as Nathan would have lovingly put it. He affects me so. Any way, own with the SHOW!

CHAPTER ELEVEN: "Perhaps I like Dramatic."

Germany, Oldenburg, 1833

Your passing holds no interestfor again I carry onempty on the insideI await another searching for another,a substitute at best,someone I pretend is youin hopes that I may arms offer no comfortno solace in their touchI pretend they all are youthe one I miss so much.

The winter winds and snow fluttered about their ankles, causing them to pull their coats tighter about their necks and ears as they hurried this way and that to shops, homes and taverns.

"Did you hear that fifty students attacked the soldiers and policemen of the Frankfurt Police offices, Hauptwache and Konstablerwache in order to gain control over the treasure of the German Confederation to start a revolution?" Her voice was high and chipper, and a cloud of mist formed about her pink lips as they walked side by side through the snow.

"Yes. From what I heard it didn't go over to well." She shook her head.

"It didn't. But besides that bad news of the day, I was wondering if perhaps we could go and maybe have dinner, there's this nice little…" He paused and turned to her causing her to falter and gaze up at him. His face was grim as he gazed at her. She had short black hair that rested neatly beneath her black fur hat.

"Something wrong?" He sighed and shook his head before gazing at her.

"Elizabetta, we have spent four wonderful months together, and I enjoy working with you very much but, I'm afraid I just can't keep up this façade. I'm afraid I'm just not interested in you." Her eyes widened and she gazed at him.

"W-what are you saying? There's some one else isn't there. Who is she?" She asked her eyes narrowing slightly as she gazed up at him.

"No, there is no one else…but if there was, I could assure you, it would not be a she." Her eyes widened and she took a step back gazing at him.

"W-what?"

"You would have found out eventually."

"You were leading me on!" She snapped angrily before turning and walking away.

"Ugh! Why are all men in theater homosexual!?" She growled as she walked away. He sighed before shaking his head and continuing on his way. He hated to have to turn her away, it was evident she'd doted upon him, fawned over him, though, a lot of women fawned over him. They simply took one look at him and then fell at his feet. And yet, he felt nothing for them, no attraction, they were just beings, nothing more. There remained nothing sexual about them, nothing that attracted him. He entered a near by tavern and took a seat at the bar leaning against it, requesting a beer, knowing only to well they had no wine, something he'd taken a liking towards.

"Here you go." He nodded in thanks as he held the mug of bitter liquid. He glanced over to see a couple of bar maids giggling and whispering to themselves while eyeing him, he sighed knowing why they were giggling, they found him, attractive. Sure, they where not, ugly, or unattractive, he just held no thought towards them. He'd tried, he'd tried many times to feel, and had bedded a handful of women, and yet, nothing, nothing came of it, at all. He found no pleasure in it, nothing filled the void. And so, as to let them off a little more lightly he'd taken up the guise of being homosexual, which saddened them greatly, but they accepted the fact they were barking up the wrong tree. He'd spent time with a number of young men, and though he felt no sexual attraction towards them, he found it easier to be around them then women.

"You left so suddenly I thought perhaps something was wrong." A young man took a seat next to him. His hair was brown and dotted with snow as where his eyelashes. He had beautiful chocolate brown eyes and a kind heart.

"I needed to tell her alone."

"Ah. How did that go?" He questioned removing his scarf from about his neck and asking for a beer as well, which he got a few moments later.

"Let's just say she won't wish to work with me again."

"Boy, what a snob." Nathan glanced at the younger, much younger man who took a sip of his beer. His name was John, and Nathan and he where what you could call…a couple. And even though Nathan felt no love towards him, he did care about him.

"Well it's about time you told her, after all seeing her fawn all over you was rather disgusting." John stated rolling his eyes. John knew Nathan felt no love towards him, and accepted it, he simply enjoyed the company, as did Nathan. Nathan downed his beer before setting a piece of gold upon the counter and standing up.

"Lets go."

"Wah?" John looked up at him.

"But, I haven't." Nathan gently grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet before heading out. Once out side Nathan released his arm, and let John pull on his scarf.

"What a waste of beer." He muttered before following Nathan down the road.

'It's been over a hundred years…to think how much has changed,' Nathan glanced over his shoulder at John who was gazing this way and that, no doubt thinking.

'how the people have changed…'

They arrived at the small two roomed apartment they shared. It was small, dark and drafty, but it was home…kind of. John entered the house talking about a fellow co-worker and his family while Nathan removed his coat and hung it on a hook near the door before entering the house farther, John had vanished but he could still be heard. Nathan sat down upon the sofa and leaned back hanging his arms over the back lazily listening to the rambling of his roommate. John reentered, coat and scarf no longer upon him. Nathan leaned forward quickly grabbing John's arm and pulling him forward causing him to fall onto the sofa, Nathan caging him down wit his arms and knees. John gazed wide eyed up at the blond.

"You talk to much." Nathan stated gently pressing his lips to the younger. John yielded, he always did. He didn't know what it was about Nathan but, he seemed to easily push his dominance upon others, even if he seemed quiet and more feminine than masculine. Once the kiss was broken John was blushing slightly. Nathan smirked as a slight shiver rippled over the younger. He leaned down and gently kissed John's ear.

"Cold?"

"A little."

"Let me warm you up." He whispered nibbling upon the tender earlobe causing the other to shiver again.

"O..okay…" Nathan had been tempted on more then one occasion to sink his teeth into John's pretty neck, it was so lean and tempting, and so willingly unguarded. But, he respected John, and cared for him, and enjoyed his companionship, and so would not. John always took a nap after evening's like this, giving Nathan a perfect chance to leave him sleeping and go and find something to quench his hunger.

Uh. Yeah. I might write a yaoi scene between the two I might not. I actually came up with John because he was in a dream I had involving Nathan, I believe Nathan had a couple of so called 'lovers' after Saya, after all Nathan my not be falling in love/not physically attracted, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about people.