Here's my first fan-fiction for The Morganville Vampires Series by Rachel Caine. This is a fan-fiction for the pairing of Claire and Myrnin. The idea was inspired by Three Days Grace's new album - Transit of Venus; especially the two songs; Chalk Outline and Give In To Me.
How? No-one really knew. But Claire understood one thing. Bishop was back.
The room was half-full but the only sound echoing off the walls was the ticking of the grandfather clock that stood prideful in the corner. Amelie was sitting at the head of the table and she had her chin resting on her clasped, slim fingers; the nails she'd painted an icy blue colour to match her personality.
However, Claire was more concerned about the males in the room. Shane was sitting next to her looking like he'd rip the head off the first person to even open their mouth, Oliver looked ready for battle, Michael was pacing behind where Eve sat and then there was poor Myrnin who was looking rather glum. She knew why. Myrnin had been the one to kill Bishop and end everyone's nightmares but now the monster was back and that obviously shot a hole through Myrnin's un-beating heart – he'd killed Bishop for nothing, or that's what it felt like to him.
"Now what?" Eve broke the silence with her questioning, and angry, tone of voice. "We just kill him again?"
Amelie lifted her eyes from the table, "If only it was that simple."
"The first thing we need to do is figure out how the Hell he got brought back." Oliver's stern voice inputted. He was always the one to make decisions, Amelie just went along with them most of the time and in this case that was all anyone could do, as there wasn't a clear path mapped out for them.
"Then that is what we shall do." Amelie sat back in her chair. "Myrnin, take Claire and search the area around his grave, Michael, you, Eve and Shane can ask around; someone must have heard something. Hannah, be sure to contact either Oliver or I if they find anything."
Hannah nodded and left the room. Shane glanced over at Claire and she looked at him questioningly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He grumbled and turned away. She figured it had something to do with her and Myrnin venturing out alone to the graveyard, in the dark. His jealousy was beginning to annoy her profusely. Yes, she was jealous of Kim when she'd hung around – no-one's seen her in a while – but she managed to get over it. Shane on the other hand held a grudge against Myrnin, and any man that looked at her for that matter. He'd bust a nerve when he'd seen Michael kiss her, and he'd been possessed by Naomi.
Claire decided not to coddle him like usual and so she turned away and stood up from her place at the table, then made her way over to Myrnin, who was conversing with Oliver.
"…might find some."
"Find what?" Claire asked as she approached, she'd only caught the last few words of the sentence.
Oliver glanced at her, "blood." He stated before shifting off to Amelie's side. He was no longer entranced by the Vamp Founder but he still had a soft side for her.
"Blood?" She questioned, now looking at Myrnin – who scratched his cheek.
"Yes, blood. Oliver thinks that in order for Bishop to have been brought back there will have been a couple of sacrifices, both human and Vampire." Claire cringed and looked up at him, his dark eyes lit up under the light of the room and his hair seemed to have grown another centimetre – it was beginning to freak her out how she'd pick up on these things. But no-one could avoid looking at his extravagant choice of clothing. Today he had on a pair of velvet red trousers and a black silk shirt with a red waistcoat over the top. His shirt hadn't been tucked in and the two top buttons were undone. His feet were covered by some rusty colour boots and a pair of steampunk goggles were strapped to the top of his head.
"We best hurry before the sun begins to rise my dear." He spun on his heel and led her out of the room, she had a funny feeling that Shane was staring at their backs as a shiver leapt up her spine.
"That boy really do not like me." Myrnin commented as he gently shook his head.
Claire sighed, "I know. But I can't do anything about it. No matter what I say or do he always finds a counter argument." Lately, she'd realised just how controlling Shane could be. Yesterday he'd tried to lock her in her room so she couldn't go to work. It was stuff like that that she wasn't fond of and it was starting to get on her nerves.
Myrnin looked at her with concern, "I just hope he's not aggressive about it. I hope he doesn't turn out like his father. If he ever hurts you Claire I…" He never finished the sentence but Claire could guess what he wanted to say. She knew he'd rip Shane to pieces if he ever did anything that would bring harm upon her. He'd already tried to kill Shane before but Oliver had luckily stopped him. "Let's just get to the graveyard." He didn't say another word after that. Until they reached the graveyard…