"Interesting, well, then maybe once this is all over, you'll just have to sit me down with all the good movies to watch. Cuddle up with some popcorn for you, and a bag of donated blood for me," Ambrose replied sarcastically. "But no, didn't do much movie watching. Though we did keep up with the Hollywood vampires, and what became the lore on us. That was about it. Though you must understand, I grew up in an era where movies were strictly in theaters. I had never seen a movie until some time after I became a vampire. Even then, I much preferred books. I'm not saying I was into reading a whole lot. There were more... active ways to spend the time."

When he said how he wasn't the type to sit quietly, she shook her head with an exasperated sigh.
"Well, maybe some time you should try it. Just sit and listen. Close your eyes and let your mind wander with whats going on around you. Hear the heart beating in your chest, take in the moment. Sometimes silence can calm the mind and body. A moment of silence can do wonders sometimes. Especially when there are no words to be said... or when words don't need to be said."

"And sex is the best time to let actions take over instead of words. Though it depends on what you say, if you think about it," Ambrose replied, noticing how his cheeks turned a bit more red at the mention of it. But she made no reaction to it. If she weren't a vampire, she might've been blushing too. Though she partly wondered why as a vampire, she couldn't blush.

Then Troy started talking about Brutus and formulating what might happen if he escaped and brought the enemy back. Why she hadn't killed him. What if that Beta woman came back? And then he spoke about talking like they were a team. Ambrose raised an eyebrow, giving a light chuckle. "Dawn is not too far away, so we're safe from vampires for at least a day. If anything, traps can be made against them. Though with what we have, they wouldn't be too effective, especially with only one of us in the physical condition to set them up. As for Beta? I think I would honestly be no match against her. Even if I were my best, and she tired out. All we can do is hope that luck is on our side and we can be given enough time to flee this place. Perhaps tomorrow night I'll find a way to get a vehicle to get us out of here. Maybe a truck with a covered bed. Cover the windows to the bed. You can sleep while I drive at night, and I can hide from the sun while you drive during the day. But, Troy, we are a team now. We have been for quite some time. I don't think you would have rescued me from the company if we weren't."

"For all you know that simple man wasn't the one who caught the beast. It could have been an ancestor who used magic, and the seal passed down in the bloodline. I don't know, I didn't exactly think it was important to look into the weaknesses of one of the strongest beings on earth. He's not going to die easily, and you very well may need the proper tools. He won't be something you can take down with your bare hands. An army of jugernaughts would be a walk in the park for him," Ambrose told him, but shook her head. "But enough of talking about that. We'll come to that milestone when it comes to us. We have hell to reign down on more practical enemies. We'll work our way up to him. He can be the final boss, if you want to relate it to something. Just as long as he doesn't show up for a death match before we finish the rest of our plans."

She was silent as he held her close, closing her eyes tight when he spoke. About if she didn't have a heart, then why was she here.
"Brutus did give me a way out, an easier path to walk. But I'm done with him. I'm not going back to that coven unless it's to kill my sire..." she trailed off as he continued speaking. Ambrose ran her tongue over her teeth, and lifted herself up. She looked down into his eyes, her hair draping around her face, as if making a tunnel between their heads. With one hand holding her up, she lifted her other and clutched her shirt. Her chest, to the left side, just above her breast. "I do have a heart. It's right in here. But it doesn't beat. He hasn't beat for a long time. Out of commission. When it stopped beating, so too did the guilt stop coming. But... if someone were to fall in love. A live human, mind you, and had to have a heart transplant... would they loose that love with their original heart? Wouldn't love be more precisely in the mind? My heart, my physical heart is dead. It beats for no one, not even myself."

As they kissed, being so close, his heart beat became so loud to her ears. It was like she could feel his blood pulsing through him. How it seemed to be faster as they touched, kissing. Then she felt his tongue, and tasted his blood. Her eyes snapped open to look at his closed eyes. Tasting the delicious life giving fluid, she deepened the kiss, closing her eyes again. She would have lost herself if the kiss hadn't ended, pulling away. Suddenly she realized how hungry she really was. She kept her eyes closed, sitting up completely to pull away. She gave a half-smile at his comment of making her drink and smacking her butt. Then she looked back down at him.
"No... don't do that," she told him. "I would prefer you didn't. I may be hungry, but that's not the way to do it. Not since you need every drop of your blood to heal. I will survive for a bit longer. I'll feed when I need to. So do not worry about me, at least for right now. It's time to worry about yourself and get yourself healed up, alright?"

"What do you think? Do you think this heart... this mind, has the ability to love? Though so far it might very well be true, right? Aside from the couple of times when I've almost ran away, strayed away," Ambrose told him. "Or maybe instead of bribing me with rewards, you could make me say it by other means."