Note: This is my interpretation of "after the door closed" It's a little rushed, but only because I woke up about an hour ago at 2 in the morning...and I NEEDED to write this. I couldn't get back to sleep until I did. Now it's 3 A.M...and I'm back to sleep. Night...
The Lark
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
[from Romeo and Juliet]
Since the day that Mick rescued me as a child, I’ve had a void in my heart – a longing for connection with the mysterious man who placed me into my mother’s desperate arms and then disappeared from my life and into the dark night. Tonight that void was filled…filled by the loving touch of his hands on my skin, the sweet taste of his lips on my own, and the sound of his voice as he uttered three words that for so long had lingered, unspoken. For the first time, it didn’t matter that we lived in different worlds, separated by eternity. We were but two halves of a single whole, lost in passion – and in love.
I’m lying here, Mick’s arm draped around me, holding me close, and for the first time in twenty-four years I feel happy, complete, and perfectly safe. A sigh escapes my lips, and even though I cannot see Mick’s face through the darkness, I know that he is smiling. Very tenderly he brushes a lock of blonde hair from my eyes and tucks it behind my ear. His touch makes me shiver, and I hold him tighter, nestling into the crook of his arm and resting my head on his chest. It is such a simple gesture of devotion, yet it shatters my perfect bliss, for I hear neither breath nor heartbeat. I know that vampires have no need for such things, but in my happiness, I had forgotten.
Realization is bitter...it’s like the moment in a dream when you first notice that something is wrong – that everything is just too perfect to be true. Your mind begins to search. It needs to understand. And that’s when it happens: your beautiful dream world begins to break away, piece by piece…and then you wake up.
Mick stirs. I open my eyes but quickly shut them, a futile attempt to hide from reality. Dawn has crept up on us. The room is now bathed in a pale golden light, and the birds have begun their morning songs. Mick kisses my hair softly and then starts to rise, but I grab for his hand – I need him to stay. I want to feel his arms wrapped around me if only for another hour…or even a minute. I’m not ready to let go of the night. Mick smiles in understanding at my act of desperation; however, it is a sad smile. He wants to stay, but reality has again driven a wedge between us. I ache for him, body and soul, yet I allow his hand to slip from my grip, and without a word, Mick dresses, walks to the door, and steps outside – the last piece of night in the glory of day.
Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not.
I love it!!!! 
That kind of uncontrollable inspiration usually produces the best fic and this story is no exception. 
They're going to have to work at it...much harder than a normal couple.
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