DISCLAIMER~! I do not own the Morganville Vampires series, nor do I own Claire or Myrnin (Or any other character in this fanfic).

If I owned Myrnin he probably would regret it. ;D

Claire sighed and rolled over, wrinkling her nose as the sun hit her eyes. Oh great, now I'm getting sensitive to light too. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking tentatively at the dresser mirror parallel to her bed. She smirked at the totally awesome bedhead and groaned as another burst of sunlight hit her in the face. She'd been spending too many hours down in that lab, and she knew it! With another sigh she got up, picked a fresh shirt (A nice green would do today, after all, Eve said she needed a little color. Which was slightly embarrassing coming from the brash-but-beautiful Goth Queen.), a new denim skirt, and headed to the bathroom to shower.

"Woah, nice bed-head. You fall into one of those sky diving fan-pits?" Claire smiled, Eve.

"Oh, you know me, I'm full of adventure and fun, but not before coffee.", She said stifling a yawn.

Rolling her eyes, Eve retorted, "I guess that's brainiac for: 'Make me some damn coffee!'", she shared a secret smile with Claire and headed downstairs. It was no secret that Eve could make the most AMAZING coffee in all of Morganville, after all she had worked at Common Grounds most of her adult life. Walking into the bathroom she frowned, thinking of Common Grounds. Well, more like thinking of Oliver, the mean, cold owner of the off-campus coffee shop. She hadn't thought bad of Oliver at first, before he'd turned into the meaner, tougher, non-pretending person he is now. Er...Vampire he is now.

Yeah, that's right, vampires. They're everywhere in Morganville, Texas, and if you were smart, you'd stay away. Because in Morganville, if you decided you wanted to leave... well, you couldn't. Sorry, guys. Anyway, back to the vampires... She even lived with one. Stepping into the shower, she smiled thinking of her best-friend's fiancee, Michael. He was the sweetest guy she knew, and an amazing guitar player. He even had a record label and everything! She counted off on fingers to herself letting the hot water wash away the sleepiness of the night, Let's see...Our coffee shop owner is a vamp, the doctor is a vamp, some of the EMT's are vamps (which, isn't that kinda dangerous? Just asking.), hell even her boss was one!

She smiled as Myrnin's face flooded her mind. Sure, he was slightly- er- mainly insane, and he had almost killed her... what was it? Oh, she couldn't even keep count anymore, but deep down she knew he was just as kind and sweet as Michael. Sometimes it broke her heart he was so.

Woah, slow down, where'd that come from? She shook her head and cut off the water, grabbing for a towel. She shouldn't think of her boss like that, besides, she had Shane. That really made her smile.

Dressing in record time, and slapping on makeup (Which consisted of eyeliner.) she bounced downstairs. "Good morning, housemate, any interesting plans for today?" She didn't expect an answer, but she knew Eve would bounce back with something witt-

"What, you mean like slug some shots for some Prep Frat-Guys, and pour one over the head of the first one that makes a pass? Nah, you must be mistaken by asking me that."

Told you. Claire laughed, a short giggle as she stirred milk in her coffee. She glanced up and saw Shane (with full-on bedhead) shuffle into the room lazily and yawn. "What's up? Why up so early?" She walked over to kiss him on the cheek, which he bent over to take.

"Yeah, I have to work all day today, Day and Night shift. Why can't some people keep their own damn shifts.", Shane grumbled, pouring his own coffee.

"Boo-hoo, at least all you have to do is go all Texas Chainsaw on meat," Eve said, gracefully getting up to warm up Michael's... Juice in the microwave. ", better count your blessings, Collins." She smirked craftily.

Shane abruptly flipped her off.

Yeah, it was a normal morning. Claire smiled and grabbed her phone, shoving it in the pocket of her skirt. "Got to go, Myr-" Claire saw Shane's head twitch her way slightly from behind, as she mentioned her boss. Ugh, boys and their jealousy. Shane's was just worse than normal boys'. "-uh, Boss is texting me. Y'know, work, got to do it sometime." She smiled uncomfortably at Eve as Shane wouldn't turn around. Eve finally waved her off and gave her an encouraging smile. She finally gave up on Shane actually turning around, picked up her backpack and moved to the living room. She furrowed her brow and imagined Myrnin's...lair? Is that what is was? Oh well, she imagined the lab/lair/den, and almost heard the channels tuning to a specific frequence...and pop! She could see it, hazily through the wall. Oh, did I mention that we had portals?

Stepping through the cold wave of the portal, she was relieved to touch ground on the other side.

On top of a bookcase? She barely caught herself from falling off by pressing close to the wall as the portal snapped shut. The bookcase was dangerously narrow and she didn't understand why the portal had been moved! Unless it was... "Myrnin! Why am I on top of a bookcase?" She frowned and tried to disguise her worry for genuine annoyance...which wasn't hard, she was kind of annoyed. Being on top of a bookcase and all.

Myrnin appeared from his room, holding the Alchemy For Dummies book he'd ordered, throwing it aside. Today's outfit was a little less...garish than usual, he wore a dark blue silk shirt with it half-way tucked into his long black pants (Which were even long on his lanky body, dragging around his feet on the floor in a fashionable way) with his usual leather flip-flops... Oh, and to add a Myrnin twist, there was an obviously fake neon colored flower poking out of his shirt pocket. "Oh, I simply moved the portal so that anyone coming through trespassing would fall and injure themselves greatly.", he said so matter-of-factly Claire had to roll her eyes. "Myrnin, you do understand that the only ones who would get hurt by a ten foot tall bookcase fall would be human, right?"

He considered this for a moment and shook his head defiantly, like a child. "No, because be assured I will set traps down here!", Until he found something that needed his better attention and forgot. "Now, get down from there silly girl, we have plans!" He grinned, which made him even more manic looking than usual, but...some how, it worked. It's just how Myrnin is.

"Uhm, one problem... I can't, I'll get hurt, remember?" She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing she could rub her temple, but as it was she was glued to the wall.

"Then jump.", Myrnin's grin faded to a simple smile. One that didn't make him look crazy, or manic... just handsome. In that 16th century handsome kinda way. "Don't worry, I've caught you before haven't I?" His smile faded a little more, actually starting to look...hurt, because she didn't trust him or something?

With a I-can't-believe-I'm-jumping-off-a-bookcase-to-a-vampire sigh, she jumped.

Myrnin caught her without even having to move, one hand gently behind her back, and the other...

She remembered she had decided to wear a skirt that day, and his hand was dangerously close to her upper-thigh. Claire could feel the color rising to her cheeks, mentally thanking herself that she had shaved her legs that morning.

"My, my, today was my lucky day. It seems your fashion interests have reached further heights.", Myrnin smirked seductively. Claire slightly pushed away from him and he let her down, gently as his hand lingered a little too long against her back. "Uh... so, what plans were you talking about?" She ignored the tingling tracing up her spine and mentally chastised herself, What are you thinking? You're nothing but a little snack to him.

And for the first time she really looked up at him, smirking down at her, and she realized that some poor, unfortunate girl he once preyed on had fallen for that smile... She shook all over again, and he must have felt it, because he dropped his hand at that moment. "Oh, well, I decided that a little field trip was in order." Frank Collin's image flickered in the corner, and she shivered again (Note to self: Don't wear a skirt again, and invest in a jacket.) at the sight of her boyfriend's dead father. Yes, dead. Did I mention that we also have a dead vampire/drunken vampire slayer running the town with his disembodied brain? Oh yeah, that's Morganville for you.

"Myrnin, don't go causin' trouble with my boy's girl.", grumbled Frank with his voice projecting through anything with a speaker, including the many antique radios shoved haphazardly everywhere, trashed TV's, and Claire's phone. Myrnin's eyebrow twitched slightly with impatience, he and Frank didn't get along very well. "I thought we went over this discussion, Frank, and we met at a cross-roads. Now please, drop this nonsense.", Myrnin's smile faded dramatically as he spoke and massaged his temples.

"Oh, yeah? That I'd stop talkin' about Shane and Claire anymore if you didn't pull the plug on me?", Frank chuckled, low and menacing as Claire looked from Frank to Myrnin. "You should know by now I'm not afraid of you pulling the plug. You've threatened me enough." He grinned more as Myrnin whipped around smiling evily.

"I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate it if I kept your brain in alcohol for an hour, now would you my dear friend.", Myrnin frowned again, grabbing Claire's hand. "Come, I can't stand him any longer. Let's go play." Claire could barely keep up as Myrnin dragged her by the hand upstairs and through the doorway that led to the ally beside the Day house.

And so began Claire and Myrnin's...Date?

So, this is my first fan fic, please review! I appreciate it guys!