Racking sobs shook her body, the only thing keeping her from falling over was her husband, wrapping her in an embrace that Morganville itself could not break. The stick in her hand displayed one simple bar. Negative. The serum given to Michael Glass to yank him full force from the vampire he once was to his now human form, had made him infertile. The children him and his wife Eve had once dreamt of running the halls, were now nothing but dreams.
Her cries are heard down the block, but no one questions the Glass house, the place where ghost call home and not a day goes by without danger. The danger today was hearing loss. The two lovers sit, planted to the bathroom floor like flowers refusing to grow. As the crying subsides, so does the hope.
"Shame," Claire Collins comments, rocking her own daughter to sleep, under the watchful eye of her husband Shane. "Of all the people who deserve happiness they are on the list."
"Yeah, sucks." Shane grunts from his perch on the arm of the winged chair most used by Michael.
"Really Shane? that is all you have to say?"
"What?" Claire shoots him a glare,
"Your best friends are going through a horrible time and all you have to say is 'sucks'. C'mon they have been there for you for years and years."
"What do you expect me to do Claire? Go up there and say 'hey sorry you can't reproduce but why don't we go look at my child and you guys can mourn something you have never had!' is that what I am supposed to do Claire?" Shane's voice rises, waking up the sleeping baby Alexandria in his wife's arms. Claire rises, eyes on fire, and leaves the room to calm the child. Shane sits where Claire once was, looks to the ceiling and closes his eyes. Crying the only thing he can hear, between Eve and his daughter, he stands, grabs keys from a metal candy dish, walks out the front door, and gets into his car.
The aching inside of the notoriously cheery goth girl is overwhelming, the feeling of anything ever has left her body and has been replaced by numb floating gray area. The space between reality and insanity, the place no one dare go. This was where the corpse of Eve lay. Her physical being was swaddled in countless feather stuffed comforters and downy sheets, topped off with the angel that is Michael Glass, blue eyes that had a contrast like no other to his golden blonde hair, features typically only seen on a super model could be found on him. Eve equally gorgeous with her cute features smothered in maybelline products with chocolate brown eyes was his dream from the beginning, those days in High School seemed like a blur, yet every moment he had shared with her is etched into his memory. Now those memories seem worthless. The one thing these two have wanted is love, and the ultimate testament to one's love is making something together. So far that hasn't worked. In a feeble attempt to pull her mind away from yet another tragedy Michael speaks.
"I heard they are opening some new stores down by the hospital, want to go check them out?" His voice soft, hoping to entice her, but he met only with silence, Eve's face blank, looking at nothing in particular. "We can go see a movie maybe? Or go out to dinner, how does a nice fancy dinner sound?"
Nothing.
Then screeching tires from the street below break the silence.