Sadly I do not own any of the Morganville Vampire characters but only the storyline. Please R&R, this is my first fanfic so any advice would be greatly appreciated :) x
Claire and Shane's happy romance comes screaming to a halt when Claire realises she's falling for someone she knows she can never have...
Claire's P.O.V
I lay in bed playing over and over the argument I'd had with Shane. Everything was fine between us...until tonight.
The delicate rays of sunshine shone down on me with its warm glow. I wished it was sunny all the time, that way you wouldn't need to carry a stake everywhere you went. Even the bathroom! Yes, Vampires are perverts! I speak from experience. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and guess who was hiding behind the shower curtain? No other than my vampire boss, Myrnin! He's lucky he's an older Vampire otherwise the stake I thrust into his chest would have killed him. Serves him right too, his head had made a hollow sound when it smacked off the side of the bath tub. I always knew his head was hollow, he'd probably gone and used his brain for another weird creepy experiment he had failed to tell me about. As long as it was his brain and not mine I wasn't bothered.
The streets of Morganville hid many secrets, to the average person's eye it looked like a normal dull boring town just like it had when I was one of those average people. But now I knew what this town kept hidden, a town of Vampires that's what! Yeah it kind of sucked (Literally!) but you got used to it.
I'd been passing by the third alleyway on my way home when I heard a soft whimper. I froze. Another whimper came from the darkness of the alleyway and an old scabby looking shoe came into view. Someone was either hurt or this was a trap. Rooted to where I stood a mental war went on inside my head, should I leave as if I never saw anything or should I be the nosy person I am and go find out who's it is?
My nosy side won out and I cautiously creeped towards the figure hiding behind the large bins. I scrunched up my nose when the awful pong hit me. Instantly the cliché' It smells like something died here popped into mind as I crept closer.
I gasped when my eyes found where both the shoe and the smell was coming from. Jason Rosser lay on the ground with his eyes closed and his face contorted with pain. He hadn't seemed to notice me yet so I bent down and hesitantly touched his arm. Jason's eyes flew open as he lurched away from me, panic clear in his eyes.
"Jason, it's me...Claire?" I said.
He relaxed, "No shit. Now why don't you go away back to your perfect little life and leave me the hell alone."
Ooft, someone was on their man period.
I shook my head, "No."
He sighed and lay back against the bins, the putrid smell was awful and my stomach was threatening to bring up my lunch but then I noticed the ribbon of blood seeping through his hand which he clutched to his side. "Jason, what happened?" I asked trying to remove his hand from the wound. He didn't put up much of a fight.
Pulling up the black T-shirt there was a bite mark that could only have come from a set of Vampire teeth. I met Jason's eyes noticing for the first time the once thought creepy blue eyes were actually a cloudy grey. I scolded myself mentally for jumping when Jason clamped his hand around my wrist begging me with my eyes to help him. "She forced me to drink it!" He cried.
"What did she force you to drink? Jason?" I said firmly. He was slipping in and out of conciousness.
"Blood..." He whispered before his eyes rolled back into his head and he was out cold.