Writer's note: The story begins in Shane's P.O.V, just to clarify and I hope you enjoy this new Fanfic! Please R&R. Thanks xxx

DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Rachel Caine.

It happened again. I'm so confused and I have no idea what it means. However, I finally have an answer. It was hard. Oh, it was very difficult, but I succeeded.

I won.

Although it came at a price.

A terrible one.

I died.

Claire

Claire sighed as she walked up the front steps to her home; she was exhausted. Myrnin had been extra crazy today and it was slowly driving her insane. She pities him, though. Its just, he is so lonely and Claire thinks that maybe if he actually had some company,he wouldn't be so crazy. Myrnin was fun to be around and Claire loved him dearly. She never admitted it but she did have a soft spot for him. A bit like he is her guilty pleasure. Myrnin is fun to be around, Claire thought, but he is tiring. No,he is very tiring.

Claire dug into her backpack for her set of keys; she found them and slot them into the keyhole. She entered the house and, instantly, felt the protective warmth float around her. She smiled and walked down the hallway towards the was standing by the coffee machine and smiled when Claire walked in.

" Eve? What are you doing?" Claire asked as she lowered her backpack to the floor.

"Hello would be nice. Hey CB! Whatcha up to? How was that crazy boss of yours?" Eve joked

"Normal. You know, the crazy normal. It doesn't get better than that," Claire replied.

"I see."

Eve smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes like it usually did.

"Eve, Are you okay? What's wrong? Is it Michael? Oh God, did Shane- did something happen?" Claire said, concern etched over her face.

"Now, why would you say that? I'm not always in trouble, you know." A new voice pitched in.

Shane.

He looked tired and was supporting a case of seriously bad bed hair. Claire laughed.

"Ever heard of a brush?" Eve asked

" Yes, but men like me have no need for things like those" Shane replied walking over to kiss Claire

" Oh well, I'm sorry that you're too delusional to realise that a brush can actually help your image, not reduce your manliness, as if you have any" Eve muttered

"Oh, Eve. Too bad your goth look doesn't have the same idea." Shane said

If she was completely honest, Claire admired Eve's look. Today, she was wearing a black lace top and a long velvet purple maxi skirt which covered her heavy black doc martens. She was also wearing the silver cross necklace around her neck which Michael had given to her. Her thick black hair was tied up in a ponytail and she had the same makeup; white powder, Black eyeliner and black lipstick.

Normal goth Eve.

"Bite me!" Eve shouted as she walked out of the kitchen. Shane looked at Claire, she shrugged.

"Where's Michael?" Claire asked

" I dunno. I think he went to get pizza" Shane replied "Claire. I need to ask you something. Something important."

" Sure. What is it, Shane?"

" I-"

BANG!

Claire and Shane looked at eachother then rushed out of the kitchen towards the sound.

Trouble was on its way.