Chapter 3: His Memories

Mikhol's POV

He had woken up with a sleeping Maey in his arms and a blanket over him. Knowing that Lauron must be up he sat up and looked around. He knew that she must have wandered off since he couldn't see her. So, he gently laid Maey down and walked into the surrounding forest. And even though he had left Maey alone, he wasn't worried. He wasn't going far; he had been able to sense Lauron even from the campsite.

He didn't know what she was doing, but he didn't really care. All he wanted was her back in his sight. He had always hated it when she left without telling him, and even when she did tell him he still hated her being out of his sight. It worried him.

It was cold out and the frost chilled his hands and face. To him it was nothing more than ice on leaves, but he knew Lauron would have thought that the scene was beautiful. He and Lauron knew each other very well. Even when they had just met their minds seemed to be linked.

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Ding. He heard the bell ring as he walked into the old pawn shop. "Can I help you, Sir?" He heard the woman at the counter say. "Yes. Do you happen to have any weaponry here?" She smiled at him and leaned closer. "Who told you to ask that and tell the truth, I don't tolerate liars. Just can't afford 'em anymore, it gets expensive after awhile. "He nodded as he wondered if she was crazy. "A rogue by the name of Sergei, we met for an exchange of weapons." He stopped to pull an envelope out of his shirt pocket. "He said that if you asked that question to show you this and if I was brave enough, to call you Asmay. As t why I'm not really sure." He saw her grip the counter, and the counter cracked! Then she turned and left him there, yelling for someone named Dirk.

"Your lucky that she knows that you had no idea what that means, otherwise you'd be dead." He turned to look at the man behind him. "Really? I'm sure I could hold my own against her." The man standing behind him chuckled, "She's not a human woman, but then again you're not a human either." He stiffened a bit as he asked, "How did you know that?" The man smirked, "Only vampires come here to buy weapons, and only werewolves come here to sell them, those are the rules. Humans are a rarity in here; even then they don't ask the questions like that. Lauron, is it ok for him to come back there now?" He called into the backroom. "I don't care.", The woman, apparently named Lauron, said. The man mentioned for him to follow as he walked into the backroom.

The backroom was filled with weapons from all eras of time. Some of the rarer weapons were banned in every country on earth. "Are these weapons still manufactured? Real naginata's were gone by the time I was born, so how did you get these?" Lauron smirked, "Some I get from very old werewolves, some I steal, and others I forged myself. Half of the weapons in this room were hand forged by me."

He was defiantly impressed, not even his uncle could forge weapons like this. "How old are you? To know how to do it this precisely is impossible unless you've lived since the fourteenth century." Lauron gave him an amused look. "Number one: you're never supposed to ask a lady her age," Dirk snickered as he said, "Like you care how old you are." Lauron elbowed him before continuing. "Number two: skill has nothing to with age; I'm probably younger than you. I'm only a hundred and twenty-five years old. How about you?" His jaw dropped, she was younger than he was. "I'm only a mere twenty-five years older than you."

"Now that you've been surprised enough to last you a century, why don't you go ahead and pick out a weapon." Lauron said. He nodded as he picked up a sword and asked, "Are you a vampire or a werewolf?". She handed him a Tanto as she said, "No one's ever asked that before. Do you think I should answer you? You may hate me when I tell you." He turned and faced her as he said, "Unlike most of my kind, I don't hate others because of species difference." She smiled at him as she leaned over his shoulder and said, "You're a rare one then, but even then you may find me odd and revolting." He raised his eyebrow as he glanced over his shoulder at her. She laughed, "I guess you want me to explain? If you do it'll be the first time I've had to, everyone else already knew who I was when they walked in." He put the tanto down and leaned against a table as he nodded for her to continue.

Lauron sighed, but began, "I am a werewolf, but I'm not an ordinary werewolf. The form that I'm in now is not my usual form. I only take this form for one day every month, other than that I'm just an oversized wolf that has to stay inside or be attacked." Lauron smiled wearily at him as she continued, "I want to get out of this place. I haven't been out of this country in decades and I only get out of this town once a year." He quirked his eyebrow at her as he said, "Then why don't you leave. I'm sure you could take care of yourself." "She sighed." "Dirk, says I shouldn't be out at all. He says its way to dangerous." He knew he was going out on limb when he asked this, but he couldn't help but ask her. "Then why don't you come with me? Who's going to take on a vampire and a werewolf?" Lauron looked at him as if he had asked her to go into the closet and do a quickie with him. "You think I can just pack up and leave everything behind and not tell Dirk?" She cracked a fanged grin when she finished and said, "Let's do it."

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Within ten minutes they had been out of there and down the road. Though she hadn't told Dirk that she was leaving she had found a note in her pack that had wished her luck and signed with Dirks signature. It hadn't been to long after that when he had fallen in love with her.

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He guessed it had happened three months into their journey. He had gotten sick due to lack of nourishment, and she had been nervous. She had been running between his needs and Maeys, and was undoubtedly tired. The fourth night of his illness, she was able to came across a deer, and had fed him from its blood. His strength returning, he had slept peacefully the entire day.

When night came around and Lauron put Meay to bed, she came to sit by his side. Having just woken up, he had stayed motionless letting his senses come back to him fully. It was then that he had heard a small sob come from her. " Please stay with me, don't die. Please. I don't know how I'd go on. " As the words were left to ring in his head, he felt a pressure on his temple, it was light and soft. He soon realised it had been her lips. Though he had rationalized in his mind that it was a friendly worrisome kiss, he never denied the hope inside him that it was something more.

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The sound of water snapped him out of his reverie and he was at the watrs edge in seconds. At fisrt all he saw was a basket with their dishes in it, but soon he saw the water begin to bubble. Then with barely a ripple in the water, someone lifted themselves out of the pool and onto a large rock. He couldn't believe his eyes the person sitting on the outcropping was Lauron.

He watched her, captured by the beauty he saw in her form. The woman he loved just sat there, in full veiw of his eyes. He saw how her long dark hair traveled down her back. His eyes fell downward, following the dips and curves of her waist, hips and legs. Then his eyes traveled upward, taking note of how lean yet toned her figure was. How he longed to make that body his!

Then, beneath his fidgeting feet, a twig snapped. He immediatly saw her leap to her feet and face the very spot where he was concealed among the thicket. This action exsposed a certain area that had previously been hidden from view. Then through his haze filled mind he heard her speak. "Who's there! Show your face dammit". She was obviously angry her tendency for profanity was showing, and an angry Lauron was a bad thing to have on your hands. He figured he'd may as well reveal himself, maybe she wouldn't be too angry with him.

"Mikhol?". She said, all anger leaving her voice. He stepped closer, relieved she was no longer angry. She smiled at him and sat down on the outcropping, and patted the ground beside her as she began to wring her hair out. The aforementioned action causing her breasts to bounce ever so slightly. He stared for a moment before tearing his eyes away, blushing furiously. He heard her laugh before she asked, "Whats the matter, Mikhol?". He shook his head at her seemingly cluelessness about her lack of clothing. He simply shook his head and pionted down, mentioning for her look down at herself. His peripheral vision picked up her look of confusion before realization hit her. He expected her to scream, hit him, or something of that sort but all he heard was a light laugh. When he looked again only a small blush graced her cheeks as she said, " Oh, Mikhol! Its just skin! Don't be such a pervert!". He shook his head at her nonchalante answer, and turned to head back to the campsite.

"Where are you going?". He heard her ask. "I'm going to get you some clothes, where else?" He replied, as he turned back to the trail he'd made. He heard her tinkling laughter once more. " No your not Mikhol. Your going to stay and swim with me." She said with conviction. He sighed, already dreading the certainty of those words. " No." He said, as he tried to leave again. Her footstep sounded behind him, telling him that she was walking in his direction. "I can tell you three good reasons why thats a bad idea.". He continued, trying to convince to forget it. She giggled again, god how sweet that sounded. " Well...lets hear them then.". He knew she must get some enjoyment out of doing this, why else would she do it. He groaned, already seeing his chances of getting away shrinking. " Number one: your completely nude. Number two: the water is probably freezing. And number three: I'm not getting my clothes wet. ". She laughed again, before breaking out into a sly smile. " I can fix all three of those reasons. Ready? One, you've already seen me naked. Two, you and I both know we can't feel the cold much. And three, just take your clothes off. See, its really simple!". He inwardly cursed, knowing now that he wasn't getting off the hook.