Hey Guys! this is my little Story about how the glass House residents deal with a baby!Hope you enjoy it :)
vicky199416 helped me soo much with this chapter she corrected and improved it so much that without her help i would't be able to post it!
As Claire walked around Morganville, she realised, with a sad pang, that she called it home. Morganville was her home. And that was sad because Morganville wasn't a place you wanted to live in and, of course, not a place you wanted to call "home". however, Claire didn't feel that way; she was happy, actually happy for the first time in her life.
Today, she was on her way to Myrnin's lab, not sure what to be expecting today. He had done everything, including have her throw glowsticks at spiders (but not Bob) After the months she had worked there now, the amount of things he could have her do to freak her out had decreased dramatically. There was a chance that, sometime soon, he may actually run out of things to do.
At least this was what she thought.
Slowly, avoiding the holes in the ground, she walked down the alley into Myrnin's lab with one mocha (for her) and one coffee in (for Myrnin) her hand. As she
walked down the stairs, Claire heard Myrnin talking to himself while he held
two test tubes in his had which were the colour of tomato juice. Well, Claire hoped
that that was what was inside, but she knew better.
Myrnin looked up as he heard her enter and turned around to face her. "What are you doing here?" he asked her with confusion.
"I wish I knew that," Claire said. "I mean, I am supposed to be working!"
"Didn't you get my message?" Myrnin asked her, his brow furrowed.
Claire checked her phone but Myrnin said "no, I didn't try to reach you that
way – I sent Hobo to you!" he exclaimed, evidently happy about this.
However, Claire didn't have a clue who Hobo was. "Hobo, who is Hobo?" Claire asked, a feeling of dread coming across her.
"Hobo is my new way to contact you. But he obviously failed," Myrnin sort of explained. However, he seemed dejected and he swore violently.
"HOBO!" he screeched, angry – but Claire was glad the anger was not directed at her. Then, out of the corner, an owl flew to Myrnin's shoulder and sat there as if it was the most normal thing in world. Of course. Normal.
Claire's jaw hit the ground. "You, you trained an owl to contact me? How the hell did you do that?" she questioned, realising Myrnin's intention for the owl instantly.
"Oh never mind," he blew her off, as if she hadn't really spoken. "I'm sure you don't want to know," he continued.
"I want to know! You could have hurt him!" she argued back.
"Don't overact girl. Nobody died while I trained him, I promise. Anyways, I
don't need you today: go home!" he snapped at her. That was really unusual, Claire thought. He always wanted her here if she was scheduled to be – even if it was just to clean the lab.
But Claire didn't mind – she had loads to do – and she was about to swing her backpack in place as she heard somebody cry.
No not somebody, a baby.
And it came out of Myrnin's bedroom. She looked at Myrnin waiting for an explanation but he just looked at her, acting as if he couldn't hear her. "What are you waiting for? I'm not always this generous. Go enjoy your free afternoon."
"Don't you hear the baby?" she asked but didn't wait for an answer - she was on her way to Myrnin's bedroom but he stopped her before she could move more than 2 steps.
"Claire, go," he repeated, his voice steely.
"No! Not until you tell me what's going on!" she retorted.
Myrnin looked really ** and, with a jolt, she realised that ** off Myrnin was not the best idea. Not if she wanted to live past the next three minutes.
"Claire, turn around leave and don't come back until I tell you to. This is
none of your business!" his eyes narrowed and Claire took a step back involuntarily – he was just that scary.
But she was not leaving a baby here alone with Myrnin.
"Did you kidnap a baby?" she blurted out. Shock hit his face, as if he couldn't believe she would think that lowly of him.
"No, of course not, I'm not that wicked!" Myrnin answered.
"Then tell me, why is it in your bedroom?"
"Yes it is a baby," he confirmed and she wanted to dash past him to rescue it. "But I didn't steal it… I bought it!" he said it as if that made it all ok, as if buying a baby was so much better.
"You bought a baby? Like with money? How? Where?"
"Of course with money. What else would you use to pay? Your body? God, Claire, I hope
not; that would be such a shame!" he laughed, as if there was nothing wrong with buying a baby!
"Myrnin! Don't change the subject. What are you going to do with that baby and
where did you get it?" she questioned him harshly, knowing she had to protect this baby from the vampire who could be crazy sometimes!
"Does that matter? I made a deal with a seedy woman who didn't want the child. With enough money, like I have, there is not much that stands in your way."
Claire felt sick. She thought that, after all that happened, there would be less
that would make her feel so bad, but, no, Morganville always had an ace up in
it's sleeve.
Except this wasn't Morganville's fault.
It was the fault of a woman who just sold her baby.
Claire coughed and said, "Myrnin give me the baby. No matter what you are
planning with it. It's wrong. Dead wrong."
"You have no permission to talk to me like that. I'm not insane. I'm trying to
save us all!" he responded, something in his voice suggesting that he was serious. However, Claire ignored Myrnin and went to his bedroom and, on his bed, she saw the baby.
It was a boy Claire though because he was wearing a light blue babygro. Only a
few months old, she approximated, and her heart ached as she thought about how someone sold this baby to Myrnin. It wasn't just that it had been sold; it was that the mother had sold it to Myrnin. He wasn't exactly the most stable vampire in the world.
She took the baby, which was still crying, into her arms and started to rock the baby back and forth. It didn't stop immediately but, after a few seconds, the baby closed it's eyes and stopped crying.
Claire turned around just to see Myrnin leaning against the doorframe, watching her. "I'm going to take it with me" Claire said.
Myrnin erupted and got angry again, amazed that she would dare try and take the baby from him."Claire no! End of discussion!"
"Does Amelie knows about this?" Claire played the trump card: Amelie. "Do you have permission to do some sick experiments with that baby?" Myrnin opened and shut his mouth.
Then he said, "she will be thankful for what I will do with it once everything goes the way I want it to… it will save us all, Claire, I swear."
Something in his face, the way that he was so sure about this baby saving them all from something she didn't even know existed made her relent.
"Let me take the baby just for tonight, Myrnin, he needs someone to look after him. I will bring him back tomorrow, I swear," she tried to appeal to his better side to get him to let her take the baby home with her.
"No way! The baby stays," Myrnin turned angry once again, showing his bipolar state of mind, and shouted so loud that the baby started crying again. Just great, Claire thought wryly.
Claire hushed it to silence again in a few minutes and laid it back on Myrnin's bed, then she went to the table in the corner. On the table, there was a big bag with some baby stuff (at least he had some things for it) and a silver paperknife, one which she picked up instantly.
Myrnin didn't look at her or even register her existence. He was gone, distracted by his feverish writings of something which could destroy them all… but nobody besides him has heard of it. For him, the discussion was over.
Not for Claire, however; she walked slowly across the room to Myrnin. He had his back to her, writing something onto paper – probably his plans for what he could do to the poor baby.
Claire didn't hesitate - with one fast motion, she slammed the knife into Myrnin's back, deep enough to make him fall on the floor, but not deep enough to
kill him… not that you could kill a vampire with a knife. Actually, since it was silver, it would kill him…eventually.
Claire didn't wait to see his reaction; she ran back to his bedroom and grabbed the baby. Once out of the room, she grabbed the bag of baby things and looked down at Myrnin.
"Claire, don't be stupid, help me by pulling this out of my back I won't be mad at you if you pull the knife out now. Not much at least" he said, trying to use his charm to get her to pull it out, but Claire didn't wait around.
She grabbed her backpack and ran up the stairs into sunlight, supporting the wriggling baby on her hips. She ran until her lungs felt like they were on fire: not good. She slowed down a little when she turned into the street where the Glass House was, knowing she was almost safe.
She opened the door closed it behind her and called Amelie, the baby still in her arms. When she answered Claire told her about what happened, what Myrnin wanted to do, and that someone should take care of Myrnin.
Amelie listened quietly and when Claire finished she said nothing and hung up – polite, but that was Amelie for you!
Claire glared at the phone for a second and then walked into the living room. She sat down on the couch with the baby, just as Eve came out of the kitchen.
"Holy **, is that a baby?" Eve exclaimed in shock.
Then she passed out on the floor in shock.
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