Disclaimer-I own nothing, I often dream of owning Jason, but I always seem to wake up...Damn...
In diapers, report cards,
In spoke wheels
In speeding tickets
In contracts
Dollars in funerals and births.
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.
How do you figure our last year on earth.
Figure in love
Figure in love
Figure in love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
-Seasons of Love B from Rent-
(Beth's POV)
"Mick's not here blondie..."
I narrowed my eyes at the smirking Josef and pushed past him into his apartment. "I know, I'm not here for Mick, I'm here for you."
He smirked. "Well, its not that I'm not flattered but you're my best friends girlfriend and frankly, he would kill me."
"That's not what I meant...and you know it.."
He smiled and shrugged. "I know, I just like seeing you pissed off." He walked over to the couch and fell back on it in a lazy way. "So why are you really here?"
I sighed and walked over to his large chair. Once I had made myself comfortable I began to speak. "I had lunch with Sanura yesterday..."
He interrupted me with a laugh. "Lunch? Really? I didn't think Sanura liked blondes..."
I glared at him. "We went to a restaurant and we talked..."
"So what does this have to do with me?"
"She said that you two had a history, but she would elaborate on it..."
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "Your point?"
"What happened that was so awful?"
"What makes you think I would tell you?"
"Well if you don't I can always ask Mick, I mean, I know he doesn't know the whole story, but he has to know something..."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Mick knows nothing, and he wont, because if he did he would hunt me down..."
"What did you do?"
He sat up and rubbed his face with his hands. "It wasn't Coraline that turned Sanura..."
"Then who did?" He gave me a pointed glare and the realization hit me. "Oh my God, you turned her didn't you?"
"Yes, and I've regretted it ever since..."
"But why...why would you turn her?"
He sighed. "I honestly don't know...there was just something about her...there is still something about her, just reaches out and grabs you...There aren't many people like Sanura..."
"She defiantly has a...weird...personality."
He laughed and shook his head. "You should have seen her that night...God she was beautiful...still is...and doesn't even realize it."
"You're still in love with her aren't you?"
He stared at me. "I wish I wasn't, it would be easier to hate her."
"Then why aren't you two together?"
"Because, until Sanura accepts what she is, and stops hating herself, we'll never be able to be together...I, unlike you, am not going to live eternity with a self-loathing vampire, no matter how much I love her."
"She blames you doesn't she..."
He nodded. "Much like Mick blames Coraline..."
"Why did Coraline take the blame for turning Sanura?"
He sighed. "Because I asked her too."
"Funny, Coraline doesn't seem like the type to do a favor for a friend."
He laughed. "Let's just say, she owed me for something."
I put my hands up to stop him. "I don't even want to know, with you two it could be anything..."
He smirked. "Yea it's probably best that you don't ask."
I stared at him, this whole time he had been spilling his heart to me, but yet it never reached his eyes. It amazed me how he could hide such strong emotions. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe the only way for her to stop hating herself is if someone else was to love her?"
"I don't want advice on love from you Beth."
"Well maybe you need it."
He stood up and I did too. He gave me a less than friendly smile. "It was great talking to you, I trust you can find your own way out."
Before I could respond he turned and stormed into one of the other many rooms.
-Mick's Apartment-
When I walked into the room I didn't expect anyone to be home, so seeing Sanura sitting on the couch made me jump.
She laughed. "Aww, sorry love, didn't mean to frighten you."
I gave her a smile. "It's okay, I just wasn't expecting anyone to be here."
I walked further in and placed sat across from her. She stared at me for a moment, then she closed her eyes.
"You went and spoke to Josef didn't you?"
I bit my lip. "Can you blame me? I am after all, a reporter."
She sighed. "What all did he tell you?"
"That Coraline isn't your sire..."
"Well, now I know Josef can't keep a secret.."
I smiled. "Do you still love him?"
"Don't go trying to play match-maker Beth, this is far bigger than you can handle."
She got up and walked over to the bottle of scotch she had taken from Mick's cabinet. She poured herself a big glass.
"I'm not trying to play match-maker..."
"Then mind you're own fucking business!"
Her sudden anger shocked me, she was glaring at me in such a way that it scared me. She took large gulp from the glass. "Je suis désolé...I shouldn't have yelled at you like that..."
I shook my head. "No, I understand, it's a touchy subject for you...understandable."
She walked over and sat on the coffee table so we were eye to eye. "Please, forget about me and Josef...You prying into our history makes it harder for me to get over him."
"It's been twenty years, and you're still not over him, what does that tell you?"
She sighed. "That I'm weak."
"You're not weak..."
She laughed. "Oh, mon jeune, you have no idea how weak I am."
I shook my head. "No, I don't think you are..."
She stood up and walked to the other side of the room, putting some distance between us. "You don't even know me...I'm just another person from Mick's past."
"No you're not, Mick thinks very highly of you, when he talks about you, it's as if he's speaking of his own daughter..."
She scoffed. "Yea, then I guess self-loathing runs in the family huh?"
"You have no reason to hate yourself." I suddenly felt like I had been thrown into an episode of Dr. Phil.
"C'est où vous vous trompez, j'ai beaucoup de raisons de me détester.." She walked past me and out the door.
I just stood there, wishing the French I had taken in high school had stuck.