Chapter 1
Claire's POV
"What the hell are you doing!" "Oh, wait, never mind , I never know what you're doing." Myrnin , my crazy, manic boss may be a genius scientist, but if this type of stuff goes on any longer, I'm going to have a mental breakdown. Myrnin is currently fiddling with what I think is an old, broken washing machine and slowly pouring blood, yes, blood into the detergent drawer. It also seems to be connected to a hoover which is plugged into a laptop.
He turned when he heard my voice and said "I don't know, my dear, I just thought I'd experiment with some of your generation's so-called 'technology'."
"Ok, that does not answer my question but...carry on"
Let me give you a heads-up on Myrnin. He's a vampire. And no, I am not crazy, just honest. Almost everyone in Morganville is. It's a dusty, Texas town in the middle of nowhere, normal enough at a glance. But when you take a closer look, it's not normal at all. Street-lights spaced too far apart, eerie corners and dangerous alley-ways. Just a couple of plasma-sucking vamps lurking in the shadows. Morganville was founded by Amelie, the oldest bloodsucker in the world, with the help of Myrnin and comes complete with a blood bank, (although, to some vampires, we humans are just walking versions of the blood-bank or, as my boyfriend, Shane likes to refer to it, vending machines with legs). She's called the Founder - as in, the Founder of Morganville.
Anyway, back to Myrnin. He's about 24 or 25, frozen that way for about 4oo/5oo years, pale white, almost blue skin, longish hair that falls just above his shoulders, brown and wavy and blue eyes, when they're not red. Oh, what else? He's crazy, he's manic and he's sick. All the vampires are. It's some kind of degenerative disease that robs the vampires of their sanity, very, very slowly. That's why I work for Myrnin. We're trying to find the cure. Since Amelie's father, the evil Bishop, stormed into town, and Myrnin got a bit of his blood, our progress has improved. It turns out that Bishop was the one that started the terrible disease and he alone didn't have it. His blood may hold the key to unlocking the cure.
"Myrnin, shouldn't we be working on the cure...you know, the thing we actually need to experiment on." He's still fiddling with the washing machine.
"Ah, yes, I suppose you're right, child. Wait, there's something not right about you at the moment. You're heartbeat's seems to be a tad fast, I can hear it. Are you feeling well?"
"Yeah, I guess so, I'm just a little tired." In truth, I'm exhausted, but it's never good to show your weak side to Myrnin.
"Are you sure?" Maybe you should rest for a while. I'll be fine here. I'll work on the cure."
"No, no. I'm fine, hones..."
And that's when I collapsed.