What if Clare came to Morganville 5 months pregnant. Parents died and she's running. Will the Glass house hold help or turn away. Clare & Eve and 18 and Shane & Michael are 20.

I couldn't take him no more. He abused me, he would hit me when I wouldn't give him what he wanted. I wasn't running for me I was running for my child. I Clare Danvers was 4 ½ months pregnant and alone with only the cloth in my bag. I was driving up to some town boarders I've been driving 2 days non-stop. I was tired and scared.

I pulled into this town and it looked like any other town, the sun was high and people wear out cutting there grass, children playing in the street. I pulled outside a small coffee shop. I got out and walked over. There weren't many people in there so I went in.

The coffee shop was very up to date, the walls wear a cream colour covered in paintings of coffee mugs and biscuits. I could feel my mouth water at the sight of food. I walked up to the counter wear a old looking hippy stood. Next to him was a very gothic girl.

'Can I help you miss?' he asked me.

'umm.. Yes could I have a hot chocolate and 3 cookies please' I asked hungry

He looked taken back by my order and my polite attitude 'expecting more?' he said wile pulling shots.

I smiled as I was reminded of my baby 'no just eating for two' I replied.

He turned back and scanned over my body taking in my small but visible bump, he smiled down at me and I smiled back.

'I'll bring it over' he said softly.

'thank you' I said as I walked over to the window, for some reason I felt safe here. Like Mark couldn't get me or my baby. I let the sun poor over me as I stoked my tummy. I couldn't help but smile.

After a few minutes I could here someone approaching me, I opened my eyes expecting but I was face to face with a smiley Goth. She set a tray with two drinks and about 10 cookies and 2 muffins.

'do you mind if I join you, it's my break?' she asked happily.

I smiled up at her, 'of Corse take a seat'

She smiled at me and held out her hand 'hi, I'm Eve and that was my boss Oliver.'

I took her hand and looked over at Oliver who was smiling in this direction. 'hi, I'm Clare.'

3rd person POV:

The girls sat there talking for hours, the coffee shop didn't get busy and Oliver let Eve talk to the new comer. The girls really got to know each other, they shared experiences and had a general laugh. Eve spilled the beans about the vamps, but surprisingly Clare was fine with it. She's met a group before. The one thing Clare didn't talk about was her past with Mark and Eve sore she wasn't up to talking about it.

They ended up having 2 plates of cookies, muffins and coffee. It was good Eve got all this free Clare could never pay for it all.

Eve's POV:

'so you staying with friends or relatives' I asked curious, I wanted to know more about this girl, she was like my new best friend.

'umm.. My parents died a couple of years back, I don't really have any friends anymore' Clare said. She looked down at her bump, tear appearing in her eyes. I took her hand, he big brown eyes locked with mine.

'tell me about it' I smiled at her letting her know I wasn't going to judge her.

She took a big breathe 'when I was 14 my parents died and I fell in with wrong crowd, I used to be smart, A* all my life but I just gave up with school. When I was 16 I met Mark, he was lovely at first, he would bring me flowers and take me out places. But he changed when we first had sex. After that he would demand it, if I said no I fight back he would beat me till I begged. I wasn't aloud out the house, I wasn't aloud to see my friends and soon I had no one. He would come home late at night, drunk. He would tell me I was a slut and nothing more. I loved him but not anymore. When I feel pregnant with his child, I just knew I had to escape. I couldn't have my child growing up around a abuse drunk. When he went off to the pub with his mates, packed everything and through it into the back of the car. I left a note, just telling him I wasn't his personal punch bag and he wasn't to find me or my child. He had his chance and blew it the second his fist came down.' see finished with silent tears running down her face, she wouldn't make eye contact with me and kept looking out the window.

I squeezed her hand and she finally looked at me. The girl before me was destroyed and in a town full of vamps. I couldn't let her rest in some crumby hotel. She's pregnant and in need. She was coming home with me.

Oliver came up behind me and whispering in my ear 'take her home, a motel is no place for someone so fragile, be good to her Eve.' and he walked off.

'Clare?' I said looking directly at her.

She met my eyes, she smiled but it was weak 'yes?'

'you're coming home with me' I said stubbornly as I stood holding her hand even tighter.

'Eve I can't-' I cut her protest short.

'No, you're coming home with me, Michael and Shane will be fine with it. Promise.' I smiled down at her, I could see her thinking over her options, she finally squeezed my hand back and smiled at me.

'well if you insist' she said standing.