So, first off, this is not a Claire/Myrnin story. I LOVE Shane/Claire, but this is just a plot twist I got a feeling about during Ghost Town.

Second, you all must understand that even though he's not sick anymore, Myrnin is not mentally stable. This is rated T for disturning scenes of insanity, language, possible sexual content, and violence. Not a story for the lighthearted. Even if you don't like Claire/Myrnin, you will find your self sympathetic. Please, please, please review. Even if you absolutely hate it. No ghost readers, please.

The theme song/muse to this story is Miss Murder by AFI, including Prelude 12 21! :D

Claire Danvers entered her boss's lab to find the crazy vampire, Myrnin, curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the room, shattered glass scattered all around his body.

Claire ran to him, and found his body shivering. "Myrnin? Myrnin, are you okay?"

"Wrong. All wrong... No. No, you fool. This is right. This is what is meant to be... NO! It's wrong! Wrong beyond all reson!..." It was as if Claire wasn't even present, and he was having a conversation with someone else. But no one else was there. As he spoke to himself, his voice would change from the normal Myrnin voice Claire knew, to this hissing, terrifying gremlin-like slither.

"Myrnin? Snap out of it! Myrnin!" Just as her fingers made contact with his shoulder, his blood red eyes snapped open, and his hand closed around her fingers.

"Ah... Claire," he said in his slithery voice, "What a pleasant surprise.. I've been needing a little treat.. A pick-me-up if you will."

"Myrnin. Let go of me. Now."

"Feisty. That is something I admire about you. Something so... Seductive."

He stood up, and backed her up against the wall, his body pressed up against hers, still holding her wrist above their heads.

"Myrnin, don't. Don't do this. You know you don't want to do this." Her heart rate was picking up, and she could feel the skin on her neck flush.

"Oh? I don't?" He then very slowly and softly pressed his lips to her top one, so gently, and so lingering. It shocked her at first, that she even kissed back. That is, until she realized what was happening.

She pushed him away with all her might.

The shock of being pushed into a table seemed to snap Myrnin out of it.

"C-Claire? What are you doing here? What's wrong? Why are you holding your lip? Is it hurt?"

Claire slowly drew her hand away from her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

"Claire?" Myrnin said, stepping forward and reaching to touch her hand.

She flinched away from him, "Don't touch me."

"Claire, I-"

"No! Just leave me alone!"

He froze, staring at her as she shoved back the bookcase hiding the portal, and stepped through into the Glass House.

Very short, yes I know. But let me know what you think!