Please make sure you have read the first two chapters of Daylighters (on the MV website) before reading this as it sort of carries on from there :) Thank you.

Claire really didn't like the fact that she hadn't seen Myrnin. When she'd asked Michael he'd said that Myrnin was in another room with Jess – trying to calm him down. Claire knew why.

There was one thing Myrnin hated above all else and that was being trapped. He'd been trapped most of his life and she'd been the one to finally set him free... then she'd betrayed him. She gulped and shook her head. She'd had to, she hadn't know what else to do. She took a risk and luckily he'd walked away pretty much unscathed... physically anyway. Mentally she figured he was a wreck.

"Home sweet home." Eve declared as they reached the steps up to the Glass house. There was bitterness in her voice and Claire understood why.

"They can't just unmarry you with the click of their fingers." She said and Eve turned to face her with a half-hearted smile.

"I know but... I can't believe this is happening! For once I wish the Vamps were ruling the town again because this is just ridiculous!" Her arms were flailing about beside her as tears yet again streaked down her cheeks.

Shane was stood near them but he hadn't uttered a word since they'd left Vamp prison. He still looked a sickly pale colour and he was scratching at his arm, leaving horrible red marks. "Yeah well, not much we can do about it." He sounded fed-up.

Taking one step forward, Claire reached out her hand, "Shane, maybe you should get that checked out."

He backed off, "no, it's fine. It just itches like hell." That was the same place in which the death hound had bit him and she was starting to think it had some effect on him. He'd been muttering something about killing vampires on their way here and it had started to freak her out. "Maybe it's not as bad as we think." He said and looked at both of them. "I mean, humans... humans have finally taken control of this town and we can change things, make things better."

"What about Michael?!" Eve screamed at him. "You're starting to sound just like Hannah. We don't even know what they're doing to him in there. God Shane, how can you be so selfish at a time like this?" Her sobs became uncontrollable and Claire placed an arm around her shoulder.

"Let's get inside, grab a drink and then talk. It's not doing us any good stood out here shouting at one another." Now that Michael wasn't here Claire figured she was the one who had to keep the two emotional ones under check.

As she guided Eve into the house she glanced back at Shane and saw him rubbing his arm again, he was staring off into the distance and he looked as bored as hell, as though he'd simply given up the fight.

Claire sat Eve down on the sofa and paced into the kitchen where she opened the fridge and grabbed three cans of coke – hopefully still alright to drink – and headed back into the living area. She tossed a can at Shane who caught it out of mid-air with one hand and then she handed the second to Eve who muttered a thank you and started downing it as though she hadn't had a drink in years.

After she'd finished the can she looked at Claire. "Now what?"

Claire bit her lips and stared out of the window. "I don't know." It was the truth. She had absolutely no idea what to do about any of it. One thing was for sure though, tomorrow she'd be storming back over to the place and camping there until they let her see Myrnin. Firstly, she wanted to make sure he was alright and secondly, she really did want to apologise to him and she hoped he'd be able to forgive her; if not now then eventually.

Shane scrunched his can up and threw it on the table; it made a loud clunking noise that echoed throughout the entire house. "We could try talking to Hannah again, she knows us better than the others and we know her better than they do. Maybe we can arrange something."

"Hannah's stubborn, she thinks she's helping them and she'll stick to that theory until it turns round and bites her. Literally." Eve curled up on the end of the sofa and Claire could tell she was missing Michael already.

"Let me speak with them." She heard herself saying. After another swig of coke she looked straight at Eve. "I'm closer to the Vamps than either of you and if I can also get that Fallon guy to trust me then we might be in with a chance."

"A chance to do what?" Shane asked, he didn't sound amused. "Set the Vamps free? Are you mental? What have we spent the past two years doing?" When she looked at him blankly he yelled, "we've been trying to get the Vamps to back off and now we've finally done that you want to unleash them again!"

Shaking her head, Claire stood up, "No Shane, you've been trying to do that. For the past year now I've learnt to work alongside the Vamps... Amelie, Oliver, Myrnin and Michael; we're all in this together whether you like it or not. Eve's right, we can't count on Hannah and we can't just sit around here like pansies." She headed for the stairs, "I'm going to grab a shower and sleep, then tomorrow I'm going to have a chat with Mr. pale eyebrows."

The water in the shower was pleasantly cool and she lost all sense of time; God knows how long she'd spent in the shower just stood there. She hadn't been thinking about much but as she stepped out of the tub her mind focused on Myrnin. She had to see him. She wasn't sure whether Jess would be able to keep him under control by herself and she wasn't entirely sure what was going on between the two of them anyway... they seemed to know one another.

When she exited the bathroom she almost ran straight into Shane who looked to be heading towards his room. "What are you doing?" She asked him and he stared down at her; she couldn't read his face any more, not since they'd arrived back at Morganville.

He shrugged, "I'm heading to bed."

She smiled at him but he didn't take notice. I need to speak with Theo too.

With that note on her mind she strolled to her room and quietly closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it – she wasn't up for visitors tonight, not even the boyfriend type.

As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light-bulb.