Do you think the ending of Daylighters was boring and not the least what you expected? You're not happy with Morganville Vampires ending at all? Well, me neither. That's why I'm writing this Fanfiction now. It will contain spoiler for Daylighters, so unless you want to spoil it for yourself, you better not read it.
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Claire
She woke up in the middle of the night all sweaty and terrified. She was breathing so hard that her chest burned. The urge to scream was incredibly big, and she didn't think she would be able to resist it for long. She felt the bed move a little when her husband, Shane, sat up and murmured something. 'Hey, are you okay, Claire?' he asked and placed a protective arm around her. She took another deep breath, focusing on her hands. They felt cold and wet, just as the rest of her body. Shane was still looking at her with his worried, chocolate brown eyes and waiting for her to answer his question. 'Yes,' she lied and nodded slightly. He let out a sigh and hugged her. She snuggled up to him placing her hands on his chest, making him flinch. 'Geez, you're cold as ice,' he remarked. She knew she was cold. She felt like a living ice tap. Shane and the sheet's warmth, combined, made her feel a little better though. She hated nightmares. Especially those who made her wake up with the feeling of being chased. Luckily Shane had been in bed with her. If not, she had probably started screaming and woken up all of them anyway. After they had gotten married, they had been sleeping in the same bed almost every night. It was weirdly comfortable to just cuddle up to each other and fall asleep nestled in each other's arms. It took Shane less than 2 minutes to fall asleep again. Being the considerate boyfriend he is, he also started snoring. She didn't want to wake him up to make him stop, because she wasn't going back to sleep anyway. And he was adorable when he slept. Like seriously, the cutest thing on Earth. Searching the room for something to wear, she carefully got out of the bed. She settled with a clean pair of jeans and a pink singlet with a white skull on it. Eve had told her she would suit it.
It was still 3 hours until sunrise, 6 until she had to go to work. She suddenly regretted that she had left her room and Shane. How was she going to spend the time? She was just about to sit down to think about it over a cup of coffee when she heard someone knocking on the door. Hard. Probably some mislead vampire, searching for an easy target. Claire was not an easy target, and tried hard not to take it as an insult. She grabbed a stake and headed for the door. The knocking was getting harder and stronger. 'Who's there?" she asked with a strong, calm and unafraid voice. 'Oh, for goodness sake Claire, let me in,' a known voice demanded. Claire hesitated and looked down at her stake. 'Jesse, is that you?" she held her hand on the first of the door locks. 'Yes. Do open the door. Myrnin has gone crazy again,' she replied. Claire unlocked the door and opened. She expected to see the red-haired, badass vampire that had helped her out so many times, but instead… Someone, something, lunged for her throat. Claire stumbled backwards and tripped over a table. Under the process, she lost her stake. She tried holding back the creature with her hands, but it was strong. She let out a helpless scream. She had no idea what was happening. She had heard Jesse's voice clearly. What the actual hell was this? It had sharp teeth, green neon eyes and it kept screaming at her with Jesse's light voice. She felt one of its claws pass her neck, opening it. Something that looked like a frog-tongue reached down and tasted her blood. If she hadn't been that terrified, she would probably be fascinated. 'Claire!' she heard Shane's voice call for her. He was running, she could tell by the noise of his bare feet hitting the floor upstairs. It sounded like Michael and Eve were on their way too. She just had to distract it… Hold it in place for a few more seconds… She tried screaming when the creature slid down and put its fangs in her neck, drinking. It seemed like it was never going to stop. She was dragged into a dizzy dimension of her old world and everything she saw was one big blur. Shane kicking off the monster, Michael trying hard to stab it with a stake and Eve, she was taking the final shoot. She heard a scream, but it sounded too far away. She couldn't worry… Just drift off to sleep. Ignoring Shane crying for her to not leave him and holding her, feeling like a useless rag doll.
Shane
I held the limp body of my Claire and stroke her hair gently. I felt tears pricking in my eyes, threatening to fall. Honestly, I didn't care. I tried checking her pulse, and it was still beating. Slowly and weakly. Michael had gone off to call the cops and everyone that could be called to help. Eve was crouched down next to me, holding something pressed against Claire's wound. 'Let's go into the living room, shall we? It's warmer and more comfortable…' Eve tried. 'I could have saved her. I heard her scream, but I was too slow. I was hesitating. Hesitation doesn't protect,' I mumbled to myself. I felt Eve's eyes on me. She wasn't wearing her Goth make-up, just a bathrobe that she most likely had grabbed on her way downstairs. Claire's eyelids fluttered a little and she moved her finger a little. 'You should stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong in your life,' she said and moved her gaze back on Claire. I hated when people told me that. They always said it like it was easy. It wasn't. It was impossible for me not to blame myself for what happened to Alyssa, my mom, my dad and what was happening with Claire, the only person that I truly loved. I just didn't understand how I could fail to protect her. I was about to tell Eve to go to hell, but Michael came out from the living room with his phone in his hand. 'Is she okay?' he asked and sat down in front of me. I could see the worry in his eyes and feel the tension between the three of us. I wasn't in a proper condition to answer, and I didn't really try either. My mouth felt dry as a desert. 'No, but she will be. She has lost a lot of blood,' I heard someone say. I flinched and looked up to see who the hell had sneaked up on us. It was a vampire nurse. Her name tag said 'Janice Blacke' and she looked like she was in the middle of the thirties. Very uncommon for a vampire. Most of them had been changed in the twenties. 'Please, let me in,' she said. I nodded and she stepped over the threshold. Behind her, two white dressed men came inside with some kind of corpse bag. Luckily, Janice shook her head and told them there was no need for the bag. They took her out of my arms and placed her on some kind of rolling table that they had placed outside. I was about to protest, but Michael placed a hand on my shoulder and shook his head. 'Any of you coming with her, or do you want to wait until visiting time tomorrow?' she asked business like. I stood up to come with her, so did Michael and Eve. 'Only one of you,' Janice said quickly. The three of us looked at each other several seconds. 'I'm her best friend!' Eve said. I dragged a hand through my hair and allowed myself to grin mischievously. 'I'm her husband. Husband trumps bestie. Let me just get dressed,' I said and turned on my heels and ran upstairs.
I had been in the waiting arena of the hospital way too many times. Morganville hospital was like my second home. Of course, you'd have to get behind the fact that it had a weird smell and that it probably contained more dead bodies than an average graveyard, but hey, they had free cokes. The doctors had assured me that Claire was doing all fine, and that I would be allowed to visit her soon. Michael and Eve weren't allowed to come before 5p.m. I wouldn't be either, if we hadn't been married. Mm, another perk of being married to her. Couldn't get enough of them. 'Claire Collins,' a nurse said. I stood up and walked to the door. She pointed at room number 406 and I opened it. Claire was inside, lying in the hospital bed. She looked weak, fragile and vulnerable. I'd seen her worse, though. For an example, I had seen her dead with her neck snapped. Still, I was terribly worried. 'Claire, baby, I'm here,' I said softly and went to sit down by her side. The chair was comfortable, and way better than the chairs they had in the waiting sections. To my surprise, she responded to me. Her head tilted of to the right, where I was sitting and she gave me a lazy smile. 'Hey, handsome,' she giggled. She tried sitting up, but she winced. I placed a hand carefully on her shoulder to keep her down. 'This sucks,' she muttered. 'You're high,' I remarked and brushed some hair out of her face. 'I know,' she sighed. She looked exhausted and drugged down. Still my Claire, though. I placed a small kiss on her forehead, knowing that one of the nurses or doctors would come separate us again soon. 'What happened to me? All I remember is blurs and some kind of weird creature attacking me,' she said and stared up at the ceiling. She sure as hell didn't enjoy being drugged. She'd told me that it makes your brain work slow. 'I don't really know. All I know is that it tried to kill you. And of course, that it didn't,' I smiled a little. It was weird how she could look so terrible, but still as beautiful as ever. 'I have five fingers,' she blurted and showed me her hand. I took it and kissed her fingers. At least she hadn't lost her ability to count. Her common sense, though, was surely gone. 'Can I have a kiss?' she asked with a funny voice. She batted her eyelashes and gave me a weird smile. Probably her version of flirting when she was high. I leant over and gave her a quick kiss, just a stroke of our lips. She let out an annoyed groan. 'That's no kiss. I want a yellow balloon!' she announced. Instead of finding it hilarious, which I totally would if she hadn't been my wife, I felt like it was another reason to worry. 'I think you should get some rest before you say something you shouldn't,' I suggested and gave her another kiss. She tugged onto my arm and looked up at me with confused eyes. 'Why don't you love me anymore?' she asked. I looked at her and tried figuring out if she had lost her mind. She cocked her head a little and stared at me with big eyes, obviously waiting for an answer. 'I do love you. I don't know what kind of drug they gave you, but it seems like it's some pretty strong stuff,' I said and looked at her. She yawned and closed her eyes.
Claire
Waking up was a traumatic experience for Claire. Her head was banging and every single bone of her body felt like it had been crushed. She was dizzy and confused. It took a few minutes before she managed to remember where she was and why. A doctor was standing at the end of her hospital bed and writing stuff in his tiny, white notebook. 'She's awake,' he said loudly. A few nurses came inside and started unplugging her from all the machines. 'Where are my clothes?' she asked and looked down at her faded blue hospital gown. Not really fashionable. The t-shirt she wore was Eve's t-shirt. She would get pissed if the hospital had thrown it away. Also, those jeans were her best pair. There was no way she was letting go of them. 'Your husband is coming with some new clothes for you soon,' the doctor answered without looking up from his notebook. Claire felt a weird tickling in her stomach when people called Shane her husband. It sounded so… serious. Like people took their relationship serious. She couldn't ignore that he hadn't answered her question, and that he had just told her that Shane was going to pick out her outfit for the day. She shivered a little of the thought.
'Where are the clothes I came in? That's what I asked about,' Claire said slowly and annoyed.
'They are in that plastic bag over there. They're soaked in blood, but they can still be saved if you wash them when you get home,' the nurse said and gave her a shy smile. Claire smiled a little back. The nurse was a big lady, probably around 56 years old. She seemed nice.
The door opened, and in came the rest of the Glass House gang. Shane first, followed by Eve and then Michael. Eve rushed to her bed and gave her a hard hug. She felt choked, but hugged her back. Eve waved a plastic bag up in her face. 'I brought you clothes. I figured that you probably wouldn't be too happy with Shane's choice. He was about to pick…' Eve started. Shane cleared his throat and cut her off. 'Let's not go into details, Gothica. Do you feel better, Claire?' She nodded and gave him a little smile. Shane came to stand by her side and gave Eve a little push with his shoulder. He bent down and gave her a little kiss on the cheek and the forehead. All she wanted was to kiss him, for real, but she was way too out of shape. Whatever they had put her on last night it had totally knocked her out. She sat up in the hospital bed and leant on Shane when she stood up. He put an arm around her to help. She felt terrible, but she wanted to feel terrible back home and not in the hospital. Eve handed Shane the bag of clothes and he almost carried her to the bathroom. She wondered if she should ask for help to change, but she figured that she didn't feel that bad.
Michael jumped into the driver seat. Shane called of his shotgun to sit in the back with Claire, which she really appreciated. The car trip stayed silent except from a little argument about what they were going to have for dinner. Shane wanted tacos and Eve wanted hamburgers. All Claire wanted was for them to shut up, but she was having a too big hangover to care. 'I vote for hamburgers,' Michael finally said and that got a happy squeal from Eve. 'Nah, come on! Claire, you're with me on tacos, right?' Shane said and looked at her. Her stomach turned and she felt like she would vomit. Her teeth clenched and she tugged on to Shane's arm with all her strength (which wasn't much, considering the state she was in). She felt his arm stroking over her back sending shivers down her spine. She tried focusing on the comfort he gave her, but her stomach was turning around. 'You look pale,' Shane said and looked at her with worried eyes. She leant back in her seat and concentrated on breathing. She didn't want to worry Shane more, not now that he seemed to have gone back to his normal, casual modus. 'Probably just the meds. I feel fine,' she lied and tried to be a little less tense. 'You two okay back there?' Michael asked as he cut off the engine of the car. Claire saw two police cars in their driveway and she suddenly felt worried again. 'Shane, help me out of the car, will you?' she asked faintly and stroke a palm over his arm. He nodded and gave her a peck on the cheek before he got out and walked around to give her a hand.
The house felt like home and she could feel it greeting them when they walked inside. Unfortunately, there were two cops in their hallway and a weird looking dragon thing. It looked dead and it had two legs, a tail and a skinny body. 'I guess you are the victim of this thing? I'm Welma,' a woman greeted. She was about Eve's size but a little older and she was a cop. 'I'm Claire,' she said so weakly that she felt embarrassed about it. She cleansed her throat a little and walked out of Shane's arms to give Welma a handshake. Shane hovered by her side, She found it a little annoying, but she said nothing. 'I know who you are. Anyways, would you like to tell us about the event?' Welma replied and gave her a wry smile.
'I would love to, if you came back later. Maybe tomorrow. I don't feel very well,' Claire said and tried making her vice sound strong and independent, even though she felt like she was about to faint. She wasn't really worried about fainting, because if she fell, she knew Shane was there to catch her. Welma nodded and gave her colleague a head gesture to tell him they were leaving.
When the cops had left, Claire let herself fall back in Shane's arms. She sighed in relief when she felt his strong arms wrapped around her. She usually didn't cling on him, but sometimes it felt good to be a little weak and needy. 'You're going straight to bed,' he murmured with his face buried in her hair. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and she yawned. 'It's only 4p.m and I still have to go to work,' Claire said and tried getting out of his arms. He didn't let her go. 'You wish,' he said and took her hand. She felt his fingers against hers and as ever, she felt tickling in her stomach when he was close. She couldn't see that ever going away. 'Shane, I really have to go. I'd rather be at work for two hours than go straight to bed alone,' she exclaimed and looked him straight in the eyes. 'Who said you were going all alone?' Shane raised his eyebrows and gave her a mischievous smile. She groaned and placed a hand on her forehead. 'I don't know. I just took it for granted, because... Hell. There still a monster in our house,' she said and closed the distance between her and the creature that had caused so much trouble. She thought those stupid cops had figured out that they should remove the beast, then go home. She gave it a small kick in the side. 'You always get angry and frustrated when you're tired. Come, let's get you upstairs. Me and Michael can throw that thing out afterwards,' Shane said and almost dragged her with him. She tried protesting, but he didn't stop.
She undressed herself and crawled up under the sheets. Shane turned off the light and sat down on the bed. He was looking at her with loving eyes. She hadn't really gotten used to the fact that they were married. Like, actually married. Somehow, she'd thought something would change between them, but it never did. They were still the same two persons and they still had the same feelings. They'd been married for about a month, which meant it was Christmas soon. Even though her head was banging and every muscle in her body hurt, she sat up in bed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 'I love you,' she said and gave him a smile. He looked down at his feet, and for a second she thought he wasn't going to say it back. But, he lifted his gaze and gave her a sweet smile. 'I love you too,' He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which made her shiver of pleasure and craving for more. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he just stroke his palm over her cheek. 'Please, Claire. Get some rest, you look terrible,' he said. He probably meant it in a non offensive way, but Claire couldn't help but feeling a little bad about it. Sometimes it felt like he didn't have time for her. She looked away and laid back in the bed. 'I feel terrible. Do you want to make me feel better?' she asked and leant back on her elbows. Shane smiled to himself and crawled up to her. 'I'd even sing you a good night song,' he replied and made himself comfortable next to her. 'Yes, please,' she said and started playing with his hair. He scoot a look over on her and shook his head. 'Come on, you know I'm an awful singer. If your head hurts, me singing would only make it worse,' he said. He was probably right. She placed her arm around his neck and dragged him down so she could kiss him. He didn't protest, but she could feel him hesitating. He didn't hesitate when their lips met, though. Their tongues meeting each other, the known taste of the man she loved... She lost herself in the kiss and relaxed in Shane's strong, protective arms.
She must have fallen asleep during the kissing process, 'cause when she opened her eyes, Shane was gone and her hair was sticking up in different angles. She felt better, and there was no headache anymore. It was 2a.m and it sounded like there were people awake. She didn't bother with her hair, because no matter who was downstairs would probably still love her even though her hair didn't look good.
When she came downstairs, the smell of tacos hit her like a wave of deliciousness. She found Michael cleaning the kitchen while humming on a song melody that she barely recognized as one of his own. 'Shane got it his way, I see. Did you guys leave anything for me?' she asked. Michael didn't seem to have noticed her before, so he almost jumped half a meter in shock. 'Geez, Claire! Get a bell. And yes, of course we left you some. Shane was about to eat'em but I saved them in the last second,' he said and looked at her with big eyes. Claire scanned the kitchen until she saw a little bag from Taco Bell. She grabbed it and ripped it open. Inside, there were three tacos. Yum. 'I'm starving,' she blurted and took the plate Michael handed her and threw the tacos on it. When the hot sauce hit her tongue, she almost moaned of pleasure.
After finishing the plate of tacos, Michael was done with the kitchen. It looked shiny and clean. 'Do you feel better?' he asked and sat down in the chair above her. She nodded and held in a burp. 'Yep. Much better. Did you throw the dragon thingy out?' she asked and took a sip from her coke.
'Yes, Hannah came while you were asleep. It's in a lab somewhere now,' he shrugged. Claire noticed that something was bothering him. He had that tense attitude that made everything he did look like a robot motion. 'Michel, what's wrong?' she asked and looked at him. He didn't meet her eyes. 'You know you can tell me,' Michael lifted his gaze, but he still didn't meet her eyes. 'I can't. I promised Eve I wouldn't tell you or Shane anything,' he said and finally met her eyes. She raised her eyebrow at him. 'I won't tell on you,' she said. She felt like she was back in pre-school. When you knew someone had a secret that they didn't want to tell, you hovered around the person until he/she finally told you what it was. Why? Because you wanted to be the first person to know. 'I'll tell you if you promise to give me some advice,' he said with a serious voice. 'Sure,' Claire said businesslike. She put on a casual face that gave her a 'whatever' kind of look. At the inside, she was jumping like a little girl, begging for him to tell her. 'Oh, and promise not to tell Shane,' he continued, This made Claire even more eager to know what was going on. She nodded and made a promise to herself that she wasn't going to tell anyone – unless it was about life and death. 'Eve's pregnant,' he sighed. Claire almost choked her coke. 'She' what? Are you serious?' she blurted. She wanted to ask him a thousand questions, but she noticed to see that he didn't look happy about it. 'Dead serious. She wanted to wait with breaking the news, and I really didn't want to ruin it for her,' he said. 'I'll put up a surprised look on my face when she tells us. Now, what's the problem? This should be a happy-thing, but you just sit there looking like you just lost your wallet,' she said. Michael looked like he wanted to cry, and she really wanted to avoid that. Honestly, she had no idea what to do if a guy started crying. It was sweet and all when they showed they had feelings too, but she didn't know how to sooth anybody but Shane. Actually, not even him. 'I love her and all, but... I really wanted to wait. We're young and I don't think I'm ready,' he said with an afraid, small voice. She placed her hand on his arm and patted it. 'You'll have enough time to get ready. How many weeks?' she replied. She knew she should sooth him, give him some advice, but her curiosity got the better of her. 'One month. She told me two weeks ago,' he almost whispered. Wow. Eve keeping big news like that secret for one month? 'Eight to go, then. Don't worry, Michael. You always wanted to start a family with Eve. Now that you're not a vampire anymore, you finally have the chance,' she encouraged. 'I know that. I just wanted us to live a little first... It's all going too fast for me. She really does rush things. I'm not going anywhere, but it feels like she's desperate to make me stay,' he said. Claire thought about it for a while. She wasn't sure if she was doing the same thing with Shane, but she didn't think so.
'You know Michael, there's a million ways she could loose you. When you were a vampire, you had to stay in Morganville. Now that you're human again, you can leave town. You can be a musician and forget about her, not that I think you would, or should, but she may think so. Also, you have girls hovering around you all the time. You're kind of a local celebrity. Maybe she wants the child because that if you are a family, you're bound to each other,' she said. Michael looked down again. 'Should I just tag along and be happy for her?' he asked. Claire rolled her eyes. 'No. You should be happy for both of you. A relationship doesn't work out if it's only what one of you want. Just talk to her, and try to see things from both point of views,' she said and gave him a smile. 'Sounds like the right thing to do,' he nodded. Claire yawned and walked upstairs. She realized how tired she was, and decided she wouldn't make it all down the hallway, so she just walked inside Shane's room. She found him under the sheets, snoring. She undressed herself again and slipped down under the sheets. Shane had a smaller bed than her, but it was room for them both. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and wandered off to sleep.
