Hello, Merry Christmas. This is a new story, one of my other theories about Myrnin and his past. It may not be one of my best but plez read. xxx

Claire's POV.

Claire was helping Myrnin clean, as always. I could be with Shane, watching a film ; eating hot dogs; Anything! It would still be better than cleaning the lab, on a Saturday! She was storing out one of his cupboards. She was trying to put all the documents and test results into one pile and other stuff into another. She tried to retrieve a stack of sheets from underneath a cardboard box. She stood on her tiptoes to reach them. She slowly pulled them from under, but even with Claire being super careful, it was inevitable that the box would fall. It crashed to the floor and burst open. Claire sighed and put the papers down. Well that was stupid. She mentally kick herself for making more mess to clean up. Myrnin peered over from where he was storing his bookshelf.

"Need any help?" He asked. Claire ignored him and kneeled by the box. She picked it up and set it the right way up. She started to pick up the things that had fell out. She jumped as Myrnin was suddenly next to her. She pulled herself together and carried on gathering things together. She picked up a piece of paper, but it wasn't ,it felt rubbery. Like a picture. She turned it over and it was a photo of a portrait. Strange, it was of a girl she looked about Claire's age. Maybe older. Underneath it said "Alice". She had long curly black hair, her eye's were a deep blue. She was wearing a deep red corset dress, it suited her well with her curves.

"Who's this?" Claire asked, showing him the picture. He snatched it from her hand and looked at it intently. His face turned blank, like he was thinking of a fond memory. He sighed and scrunched up his eye's. He quickly composed himself and carried on looking at the photo.

"No one." He said, pocketing the photo. Claire let it drop because she knew very well that looking into Myrnin's past was near certain death. Mainly because of how secretive he is. She carried on packing things. She picked up a piece of paper, she saw that underneath was a ring. It was gold and plain, it looked very old. It was defiantly made for a man. It was nearly completely plain except for what she saw as writing on the side. She checked behind her to see Myrnin once again looking at the picture. She turned back and picked up the ring. The ring was dirty and she couldn't make out the words. She pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and started to clean away the dirt. She slowly made out the words. Her eye's widened as she read the word "Father."

Oh My God. Myrnin was a father. Claire turned around and looked at him again. He was leaning against the bookcase, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked as if he was trying not to cry. He looked over to her, noticing she was watching him. She got up slowly with the ring in her fist. When she was a few steppes away she held out her hand to him. He firstly looked confused at the ring in her hand, his mouth slowly started to widen as he recognised it. He slowly reached out and picked it up, he turned it around to find the engraving, as if he was checking to make sure it was there. He soon said quietly,

"You can leave now Claire."

"Myrnin, are you sure your alright."

"I'm fine Claire! Just leave!" He said harshly. He quickly started pushing Claire towards the door. Claire could barely keep up with the force Myrnin was pushing her. She quickly grabbed her bag before Myrnin shoved he out the door. He slammed the door hard in her face. She stood there for a while ,listening to the other side of the door. After a while she could hear Myrnin's silent sobbing. Like a lost boy. She heard crashing and smashing of glass. I'm gonna have to clean that tomorrow. Claire thought. She wanted to run in there and comfort him. Claire knew it wouldn't do much good, probably just get her shouted at. Claire walked home, luckily it was still light so there was more chance of her actually making it home without bite marks. When she arrived home she was met by the smell of chilli and the sound of Shane's familiar whistle, it was out of tune but she didn't care. She dropped her bag next to the stairs and walked towards the kitchen.

"Honey I'm home." She shouted, she peeked through the door and was met by Shane's beautiful smile. He was leaning against the counter, his white shirt covered in chilli. He was wearing his favourite faded jeans, which were frayed at the ends. He was barefoot as always. Claire walked up to him and gave him a big hug, it felt lovely and warm in his embrace. She pulled away quickly so she could give him a gentle kiss. He tasted of chilli but she didn't care, after that he just tasted of Shane. Sweet and warm. Their lips moved together like they were made to be together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

"Your early." Shane stated, millimetres away from her lips. He smiled, clearly happy to see his girlfriend back so much earlier than usual. He held her by the waist ,holding her close.

"Yeah there was this thing at the lab and he made me leave." He eyed her suspiciously.

"What thing?"

"Well we was cleaning the lab-"

"He made you clean. On a Saturday!"

"That's not the point. I found a picture of this girl and-"

"Oh please don't tell me it was his mistress or something." He pulled a face of disgust at the thought.

"If you would let me finish I will tell you." Shane mimed zipping his mouth and locking it.

"Ok. Well I highly doubt it was his mistress considering she looked younger than me." Shane opened his mouth like he was going to say some smart comment but closed it quickly. Smart move. Claire carried on, "He snatched the picture off me and didn't tell me who it was. But then I found this ring and-"

"He was married?" Blurted out Shane, Claire gave him a dirty look and carried on.

"No. It said 'father' on it. I think that girl in the photo was his daughter. And then he made me leave."

"She must've died when he was still flaunting his fangs." Claire hit him on the shoulder, it was feeble but it got the point across.

"He was crying Shane. It's not something to joke about."

"Sorry. Forgive me?" He asked ,completely innocently. She reached up onto her tiptoes and kissed him. They would've carried on for way longer but then came the familiar slam of the door and the stomping of heavy boots. Soon Eve was standing in the doorway, in all her goth glory. She was wearing a short tartan skirt with chains, a t-shirt with the 'Metallica' logo on it. Underneath her skirt was her fishnets and she was wearing her favourite red Doc Martens.

"Stop snogging ,you're gonna burn my dinner." They hadn't noticed that the chilli was starting to burn until Eve said that. Shane quickly stirred it. After a while the chilli was done and they all started tucking in.

"Where's Michael?" Asked Shane.

"Late shift at work. What about you Claire? I thought you wasn't gonna be joining us for dinner today?"

"Myrnin let me go early." Said Claire.

"What did you do this time?" She asked.

"Nothing." Claire once again explained the whole Myrnin-being-a-father thing.

"Wow, could you really imagine your crazy ass boss actually having children. I'm sorry but I find it slightly weird and amusing trying to think of him sending a kid to their room." Said Eve.

"True, imagine him saying 'Your grounded!'" Shane joked. Claire rolled her eye's at her weird friends.