Disclaimer-I own nothing, I often dream of owning Jason, but I always seem to wake up...Damn...

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I had to get accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in this grey, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
-Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Winehouse-

(Sanura's POV)

"Ah mi Dios! You're drunk!" Navaeh ran in and knelt next to me on the couch. She pulled the bottle of whiskey out of my grasp.

I laughed. "I'm not drunk, why would you ever think that?"

She sighed. "Because you're lying on the couch in nothing but a bra and underwear..."

I looked down and sighed. "Yea, well, my clothes smelled like him..."

"Like who miel?" She stood up and walked over the kitchen, I smelt the blood as she poured it into a glass.

I glared at her. "Like I'd tell you..."

She handed me the glass with a sigh. "It was worth a shot."

The front door opened and Zara walked in with a big grin. Navaeh shook her head. "Let me guess...Josef right?"

She smiled again and walked over. "Yes, and for some reason he was really...frustrated tonight..." She looked down at me in confusion. "What the hell are you doing half naked on the couch?"

"She said her clothes smelt like him..."

Zara's eyes lit up. "Really? Where are these clothes?" She turned and started walking towards my room. I jumped up, nearly knocking Navaeh over, she cussed me out in Spanish, but I ignored her.

"No, Zara! Don't! Just leave it alone."

But it was to late, she was already in my room, she saw the small pile of clothes thrown in the corner and walked towards them. She picked up my shirt and put it to her nose. I saw the realization hit and she turned back to look at me.

"It's Josef..."

I shook my head. "No, no it's not him..."

She stood up and walked over to me. "That's why you hate the fact that I'm sleeping with him...you're in love with him."

"No! I'm not...I don't love him..."

"He's your sire isn't he?"

I turned around at the sound of Navaeh's voice, she was standing the doorway, staring me down.

"No, Coraline is my sire, ask her, she'll tell you..."

"It makes sense, you always used to smell like him...but I never realized anything was going on, because you two acted like you hated each other so much..." Zara was staring down at my shirt, as if it was going to spring to life. "Why didn't you tell us? We're your best friends."

I bit my lip. "He didn't want anyone to know, he wanted it to be a secret..."

"So no one knew...not even Mick?"

"Coraline knew...but she was the only one I swear."

"You're still in love with him though aren't you?"

"I wish I wasn't..."

Zara dropped my shirt and pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry...If I would have known..."

I pulled back and shook my head. "No, this doesn't change anything...nothing will ever happen between me and Josef again...we have a history, but that's all it will ever be..."

"Why doesn't Mick know?"

"Are you kidding?! Mick is so overprotective of me...if he even found out me and Josef had a relationship, much less that Josef was my sire, he would kill him..."

"Yea, you're right about that, you always did come first to Mick, even before Josef..." Zara bit her lip and stared at me.

"I don't want this to mess up your relationship with Josef..."

She scoffed. "Relationship? We fuck around, but we don't have a relationship..."

I sighed, Navaeh smiled at me. "I can't believe this...you and Josef...it just doesn't seem right..."

I smiled. "Yea, tell me about it.."

-2 Hours Later-

The rain pounded down on me as I ran into the apartment building, the elevator seemed to move as slow as molasses. I pounded on the door, no one answered. So I pounded harder.

When the door finally opened, realization hit me as to what I was doing.

"Sanura...what are you doing here?"

I stuttered. "I...Um...I'm having one of those 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' moments..."

He smirked. "You have a lot of those."

He was standing in front of me, soaking wet and wrapped in a towel, I could smell the soap on his skin and the shampoo in his hair.

I put my hand out and placed in on his chest, I felt him shiver under my touch.

"You...need...to...get some clothes on..."

He smiled and grabbed my hand, he held it to his chest. "Why, it seems to me that you're enjoying the view."

"You'd have to be blind not to."

He put my hand to his lips and left a kiss. "Why don't you come in, we can get you some dry clothes..."

I smiled. "I don't think your clothes will fit..."

"Who said it would be my clothes...you left some here..."

I bit my lip. "You still have my clothes from 20 years ago?"

He nodded. "Kept them all..."

I shook my head and let him lead me into the apartment.

I was breaking my own rules just by being here, but I couldn't help myself, I was addicted to him. I had been fighting my feelings for over twenty years, and they were still just as strong. No matter what I did, he was still a part of me.

He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me, he buried his face in my hair. I ran my hands down the smooth skin of his back.

"I can't seem to get over you...I've tried everything..."

I nodded. "I'm afraid we're both fighting a losing battle."

He put a finger under my chin and turned my face up to meet his. "We wouldn't be fighting it if you weren't so stubborn.."

I smiled. "And if I wasn't so stubborn you wouldn't be in love with me..."

He laughed. "You wouldn't be you if you weren't so stubborn."

"Exactly..."

He smiled and closed the space between us. The kiss was shorter than I wished, but he pulled back.

"How about we get you out of these clothes?"

I smiled. "Do you even have to ask?"

He smirked and pulled me towards his room.