Shane can't get used to the fact that his best friend is a bloodsucker. One day, in a fight with him he gets introduced to his new worst nightmare. He cant fight it; he cant win, and it may just tear him away from Claire forever.

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"Michael!" Eve's voice rang out through the house. "Michael, where are you?!" She torpedoed down the stairs, braking at the bottom step, looking at Shane as he slaughtered virtual zombies. "Have you seen Micheal?"

Shane paused his game with a sigh. "Eve," he started, "It's nighttime. He is allowed to have a life." He said it as though it were obvious, but he himself disliked the fact that Michael, as a vampire, had free reign of the city. Eve scowled at him and went back upstairs to check Michael's room once again, her black hair bouncing. Shane shut off his game, for it had begun to bore him. He was tired. He stood and stretched before following Eve's footsteps upstairs, looking for Claire.

He stopped in front of her closed door and tapped on it with his knuckles. She didn't come. He tried the door; it was unlocked. As always, Claire's room was impeccably neat. Her bed was made; her books were all lined up on her shelf. On the bed, Shane spotted a scrap of paper that seemed out of place. Walking over, he eyed it apprehensively. Maybe it was a letter from Amelie that Claire didn't want him to read. In the end, however, his curiosity overcame him and he picked up the paper. There, in her bubbly font, was a note:

Shane and Eve:

Not Shane and Eve and Michael, he noticed.

Michael and I are out. Be back before morning—hopefully.

Love:

Claire

"Eve!" he couldn't help yelling. "Eve! EVE! Get over here, now!" He was having a hard time breathing. Eve skidded into the doorway, face red.

"What is it, your highness?" she asked with a sneer. Shane threw the letter at her. She read it, her face turning relieved. Then after a quick once-over, scared. "Uh-oh." she whispered.

"Yeah." Shane was fuming. "Your boyfriend—who's a vampire—took my girlfriend out. At night. And he's a vampire. It's night!"

"Thank you, Agent Obvious. I know that. I get it." She paused, breathing deep. "But Michael wouldn't. Would he?"

"I'm sure as hell not taking a chance." Shane ran past her and down the stairs. Eve followed, screaming at him the whole time.

"Shane! Shane, he wouldn't! You know that! C'mon Shane! SHANE!" He had her keys in hand now and was out the front door. She pulled on shoes and ran after him. She jumped in the car just as he revved the engine.

Before he hit the gas, he turned to her. "I swear Eve, if he hurts her, I'm going to stake him, and you're not going to stop me."

She met his glare with level, impassive eyes. "He wouldn't do that. You know that, and I know that. Besides, Claire has Protection. Try breathing. I promise it'll help." He growled and pulled away from the curve.