Shane and Claire have moved out but come back to the glass house regularly. Shane came in from work, tired and sweaty, his new job was not, but it paid. He honestly, he hated it, his boss was a vampire, the hours were, the pay was inadequate and he unappreciated. The only thing to make it worth it was Claire. She had started her masters at Morganville university and still worked for Myrin and Amelia. She was happy and beautiful as ever. She was going to start teaching in a couple more years.
Shane slammed the door as he called "Claire, I'm home baby". Silence answered him. He scanned the empty hall wall, she just had college today so she should have been back hours before him. She was planning on cooking him a "special" romantic dinner tonight from a TV recipe. This was odd, but not suspects alone. Claire may have been working late or in the library or a town "emergency".
However, looking at his phone, he had no messages, missed calls or voice mails. Apart from in the gravest of emergencies, Claire would at least text; she would let someone know, and the majority the time the someone was him. I checked my phone, no new messages.
I started wandering around the house as I dial Claire. No answer and no sign of her anywhere. The house was the same as we had left it this morning, pots sat unwashed in the sink. I send Claire a text to call me. Then I tried rang the glass house, Eve and Michael mobile. All no answer, disappointed, I left voice mails.
I grabbed a anti-vamp kit from under the sink, a small bag of everything needed to fight. The glass house is less than a block away, and I didn't have my own car. So, I decided to run there after trying to phone everyone one more time. Still nothing.
I arrived at the glass house a few minutes later, not even out of breath. I knocked loudly and waited.
No answer. I knocked again. No answer.
I slammed against the door, yelling Eve and Michael name.
I started to panic, sure they were wherever Claire was.
Finally, I heard someone coming down the stairs, and then Michael opened the door in just pyjamas bottoms, no shirt. Eve was just behind, in her dressing gown. "What is it jerk face?" She asked, checks slightly red. "Claire's missing and u weren't answering the phone!" I spilt back. Annoyed and on high alert. "Sorry, we were, err napping" answered Michael "our phone were off." Oh, sure napping I think. "What do u mean missing?" Eve asked she had now gone pale white. I walk in and shut the door. "She wasn't in when I got home from work, she didn't have lab and should have been back hours ago" I explain "no texts or calls, no one been in. No one has been in the house." "Oh" said Michael "we best get looking".