When Troy asked if she wasn't going to leave him, Amber gave an exasperated roll of her eyes.
"If I intended to leave, I would have been long gone. In fact, the situation would be much different by now," she told him with a sighed, but then he looked away. The stubborn man who never turned away, actually was the one to look away. Ambrose swallowed hard when he spoke, and she looked away from him as well. "Don't say that!" she cried suddenly. "Don't you dare talk like that. There has to be a way! A means for you to live longer. You can't freaking leave me alone, not after everything." She glared at him, almost fiercely.

But then he mentioned Twilight, and she rolled her eyes again, but couldn't help but also crack a smile, despite the heaviness of the moment before.
"Heavens, no! Didn't you hear me when I said that we usually keep up with vampire lore? I've seen that garbage people call a franchise," she replied to his comment, and waited for him to stop coughing from how much he was laughing.

"I would miss your heartbeat, and your warmth... but it wouldn't matter if I would be missing them, because I wouldn't be missing you," she told him solemnly. And again rolled her eyes. He seemed to be making comments to have that effect on her lately. "She could have been jealous, but I think I am someone protective of what's mine. And yes, I'll straight up say it. You're mind. Happy?"

"Hm... make them think you're wounded worst than you are? I don't know about you, but wouldn't that mean dead, considering your current state?" it was her turn to give a sarcastic comment. "Oh, really, listening to what you want to listen to? I say driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole. Though we haven't had the best of luck lately, the streak has to break sometime," Ambrose told him, idly twirling a strand of fiery colored hair around a finger.

She froze though at the mention of the company and what they do to people. She looked down at her chest. She knew under her cloths that the scars were still there. Vampires never scar, the wounds always healed. But then, this was different. It was like the scientist knew exactly how to make her scar. A shiver ran down her spine and she closed her eyes against the memories of being tortured.
"Honestly, I wasn't concerned about you. Call me selfish, but I was more worried about getting away from the rising sun at that point. Ah, but... at the company... " she shook her head, gritting her teeth, almost wincing. "I still don't feel right. Not just physically, but I swear that really messed with my head... You're lucky you had that scientist with you when you opened my cell. I hadn't had a drop to drink that whole time I was there. But I was glad you had him, because the whole time I imagined sinking my teeth into his wretched neck..." as she spoke her voice had grown hard and she tensed up, but then she trailed off and blinked, almost pulling herself out of a dark place in her mind. "Nevermind, I'm just rambling."

Amber looked at his eyes as they talked about hearts, and she gave him a smile, if only for his benefit.
"Well, I'll take your word for it," was all she could think of to say before they were kissing. She pulled away, and watched as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and attempted to talk. She didn't make out a word he said, but laughed at him, eyeing the tongue almost yearning. For her the smell of fresh blood filled the room again, stronger. Since all his blood from his wounds was old and dried by now. When he pulled her back for another one, she pulled away.
"I think if I had a choice, I would choose you getting better faster," she told him, very lightly patting his chest and she pushed herself fully away to stand up.
"I'm not burning that picture of you. You are very much puppy like in the picture. So little and cute. You on the other hand, are still like a puppy. Hyper and don't stop till you crash. But I better go get Brutus if you want to mess with him any," she said, and before he could say anything, walked off.

Amber went to the door, and peaked out of it, the sun set on the other side of the building, and there was still darkness on this side. Everything was damp from dew now, and she looked around, but found nothing. Though she did find the chains she had used on him on the ground. They had been cut somehow, and there were multiple footprints in the dirt, leading off in the distance. Ambrose looked out, and swore she saw a cloud of dusting, small against the horizon and getting smaller.

She hurried inside. "You're going to hate me," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose in an annoyed fashion. "He's gone. Brutus is gone... and he apparently had help getting gone... and they are long gone," she told him, watching him for his reaction...