A/N - Hey guys, been planning a ClairexMyrnin for a while now, so I FINALLY GOT OFF MY BUTT AND WROTE IT UP! Just letting you know, my chapters are gonna be short, mostly. Well, for the start, anyway. So far I've only written one A4 for each chapter... so just enjoy it while it lasts, a'ight? XD Imma stop rambling now, and letcha readit. Hope you enjoy :3
p.s. - I may be caught up in coursework, homework or exam revision at some points, so don't yell at me if I don't update sometimes. I'll try m'damn best!
p.p.s. - Yes, I am from England. So yes, there may be British terminology in here somewhere.
Claire arrived at the lab and groggily threw her backpack down onto the floor. Unfortunately, the zip had been open and she hadn't noticed (as she was still half asleep, due to her boss calling her in the middle of the night to come over). Her books and pens and other such junk flew out and spread across the floor. She cursed under her breath and crouched down to pack everything back up. As she was throwing her final couple of pens into her backpack, she felt suddenly aware that someone was behind her. She whipped around as quick as she could, and came face to face with a pale-faced, black shoulder-length haired crazy vampire. Myrnin. Her boss. Her incredibly insane, often adorable, protective, possessive and bloodthirsty boss. And he was only a couple of centimetres away from Claire. She felt... weird. She didn't know why, exactly. She was usually so used to Myrnin working this closely with her. Then she figured it out - it was because usually, this type of closeness involved breath tickling her face. Myrnin was a vampire - he didn't need any damned breath. Maybe that's why her spine was tingling.
"Okay, you're forgetting a couple of things, Myrnin." Claire said, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was attempting to keep her voice calm but she couldn't help lacing it with a bit of venom. She didn't exactly want to be stood yelling her head off at an insane vamp who was, to be honest, already looking a little bloodthirsty.
"One, I'm not s'posed to be coming in for a couple of days, remember? You told me to get out because you were in one of your moods. And two, I'M A HUMAN. I need sleep, unlike you." Myrnin started to look slightly guilty and sheepish, with his hands clasped together in front of him, head bowed but looking up. Looking through his feathery eyelashes. Looking into her eyes.
"I must apologise, Little Claire," he began. "But you know how I act - you should know better than to assume that I mean what I say when in one of my 'moods', as you called it." He flashed her a small smile. He looked like... a gentleman. Yet seductively dangerous, even with his fangs considerately folded away.
"Hmph." Claire huffed. Her brief exhalation ruffled Myrnin's bouncy curls slightly. He lifted his head and tilted it to the side. He grinned again.
"What?" Claire snapped. She was already annoyed that she had been dragged out of her lovely, warm bed so early. It just built up when somebody stared at her. Especially as she couldn't always tell what Myrnin was thinking. No-one could.
"Oh, nothing..." Myrnin said, in a dreamlike state. His eyes had lowered to her lips, and were slowly making their way down to her neck, to her beating artery...
"You're rather humorous whilst agitated, you know." he muttered, letting a small breath of a laugh escape his pale lips. Claire shivered as he reached out and traced her skin very lightly with the very tip of his long finger.
"Myrnin... you're creepy in this mood. I don't like it. I have no idea if you're lucid or if you're about to snap."
"Oh, about to snap, definitely." he replied in a serious tone, an air of innocence about him. The innocent look increased with his once again clasped hands, wide eyes focused on Claire.
Studying her. Wishing to read her mind... he wanted to reach out and feel the longed-for warmth of her skin again, but resisted. He was being truthful - he was about to snap. But in a completely different way than Claire could have imagined.
"Claire..." he whispered, and lunged forward, knocking the petite girl from her feet, causing them to both land in a heap on the cold lab floor.