She walked in...

And he could think of nothing else. She was beautiful. The way the chiffon graced her hips was perfect. But as much as he wanted to forget why he was here and lose himself in a night of passion, he couldn't. He froze and she walked forward, straddling his lap. She looked down at his face, placing her hands on either side of his face, stroking his cheeks gently.

"No."

"I think you don't get the chance to say no, love."

"Don't call me that."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." She stood and for a moment he just wanted to reach out and pull her back, laying a kiss on her that would make him forget it all... She turned and frowned her golden green eyes scanning him for something.

"Why are you here, Walter? If you're not here to seek forgiveness than i don't see the point to your gas wastage." She had gone from warm and inviting to a cold hearted bitch in under 30 seconds. Walter shook his head letting a small smirk play upon his lips. He stood, and in doing so seemed to aggravate his unwelcoming hostess.

"Trust me, were I seeking forgivness from you I would have gone about it differently. You're not the only one that can push buttons."

"Very funny..."

"I'm here because I need your help."

"Really now?" Her lips turned upward at the edges, watching his movements.

"Yes. I think I've been infected."

"What?" Her face fell. She had always been so careful and he knew that. She was the only vampire he had ever met that more enjoyed toying with their prey. She only drank his blood if he gave it to her willingly and out of a glass. She refused to curse anyone else.

"You heard me." He was gruff purposefully. She was about to find out a series of uncomfortable truths...

"Who else were you with then? Because it sure as hell wasn't me."

"Jake."

"What? He only bites lovers..." She said, her beautiful face falling for a second time that night. She looked at me entirely a different woman. Her heart lay on the floor with her jaw. She collected herself in an excruciatingly long minute and she crossed the room sitting down on the chaise lounge.

"Get out." She said quietly. He stood there as she looked up and looked through me with tear blurred eyes.

"GET OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She shouted and grabbed the end table next to her and chucked it at me. He dodged effortlessly though the wall didn't fair so well. The table itself was stuck in the drywall. It must have weighed damn near 30lbs. He waited as she cried, the first time in years, he wasn't immediately by her side in what felt like a century. He stood while she sighed, looking at me again. Her gaze was blank as she shook her head at me.

"Why?"

"I think... that's a story for another day my dear." Walter turned and walked out the door, knowing in this state she was of no use to me. He needed to know what to do and all she would focus on was the damned affair.

"When you feel like talking, call me."