A brand new day in Morganville began, not that it made it any different, but Fridays were taco days and believe me, that earned a whole lot of happiness around at the Glass House, oh, they're just a bunch of kids who happen to be protected by the Founder, who is, by the way, a vampire, hope you don't mind that.
Claire had been in Shane's room all night. How amazing was that? His broad muscular chest relaxed against her back, slow dreaming breath gracing the curve of her neck, it was enough to make any girl go wobbly at the knees.
His fingertips tensed and wandered up the nip of her waist, teasing her. She giggled, flinging a cushion at him, he caught it, obviously.
"Oh, so you want to play pillow fights?" he growled and sat upright, wiggling his fingers in a mock-boogie man impersonation. He'd woken up cute; brown shaggy hair ruffled with full, kissable lips.
She leaned over, smirking "I don't mind going behind enemy lines" Shane blinked in surprise then shrieked like a sorority girl, face-planting her with a cushion.
Eve banged on the wall "Hey, porn stars, keep it down, how about silent movies, eh?" That left Shane and Claire choking on laughter, shushing as they made out, and oh boy was it hot.
Well, until the doorbell rang.
Grumbling as he padded downstairs, he followed after Claire "I swear, if that's Officer Asshole then I'll stake him in the heart, vampire or not" Richard was a good guy, I guess, for a Morrell but he did have a tendency to drop in at exactly the wrong moment, like the real wrong moment.
But as she opened the door and a slither of white light poured through she looked over the beams glare to see a young girl.
Claire couldn't see her very well at all "Um, Hello?" she smiled up at her "Hi, my name's Nancy, may I talk to you?" she just stood there at the door, assessing with mighty suspicion "You are Claire Danvers, right?" a voice sounded from behind her "Let her in, Claire, she isn't fooling us" Michael was stood, topless, by the way.
"Geez man, hold up on the formula one speed factor" punching his arm with a manly gesture they locked gazes. She widened the door, a full Texas morning seeping through in an agonising gust.
As she walked in, everyone's mouths dropped, even Claire's.
The girl was beautiful, and that was not an understatement. More beautiful than Amelie, Ysandre, Gloriana, wow, even Monica.
Her hair was shoulder-length in brunette ringlets which tumbled down her neck; huge brown eyes framed by long, black lashes set on pristine porcelain skin and full, red lips, whoa.
Michael cleared his throat "So, what did you want to talk about?" she leaned slightly on the banister, frowning.
"I need to talk about my Father" Shane rolled his eyes "Counsellors are over the block, go there" he waved at her "C'mon man, not another pity party" he stomped off into the kitchen, slamming the wooden door as he went. Claire put an arm around the girl sympathetically, glaring after Shane.
"Who is he, Nancy?" she fiddled with her palms, her frown deepening as she did so. A creepy eeriness secluded the household as she said one name, and it surprised everyone.
"Myrnin"
