Hey you guys! I am writing this new fanfiction for one of my other obsessions, The Morganville Vampires Series. This series is an awesome series and it's a bit long, 15 books so far if I remember correctly. So if it's hard for you to read long series then this book might not be for you, but I personally love the books. Also, if you read them, just to be clear I'm Team Shane Collins! Hope you guys like this new story. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Morganville Vampires- By:Rachel Caine
Eve watches Shane and Michael from the window as they load the pitch black car with heavy suitcases in the dead of night. A tear runs down her cheek, landing silently on the windowsill.
"They won't be gone forever," I whisper to her, trying to make her feel less miserable. She continues looking out the window, sad and alone. I wish I could make her feel better, but shouldn't I be sad too? I am not going to see my boyfriend for three months, and neither is Eve.
Michael and Shane turn to look at us through the window. Michael looks like he's about to cry, his eyes are watery. Shane looks at me, with those eyes filled with questions, the one in his eyes right now says: Come with me? I shake my head. We've learned to read each other pretty well in the last few years I have spent with him.
He nods his head, agreeing with me. This road trip is for him and Michael to spend some time together. Michael is going to go on tours for his amazing guitar playing, with Shane as his partner on the road. I will miss both of them, but Michael has to come out of Morganville and show everyone he is a star. Something Morganville cannot do for him.
Amelie, she is the (I guess you could say) leader of Morganville. She is the oldest vampire alive, well not really alive, technically. Michael was one of them, a vampire, on the outside of course. On the inside he was a sweet kind boy that wouldn't hurt a fly, unless the fly touched his friends, then he would rip the fly to shreds. But he would never hurt anyone without motive, if that makes it better.
Shane and Michael return into the glass house from packing up the van with their arms open wide. I hug Michael quickly first, and then Shane. I stay cradled in Shane's arms for a minute, his hands stroking my back softly. My hands ruffling the back of his brown hair, our bodies pieced together like a missing piece of a puzzle. He is my other half, he's my other puzzle piece.
We separate our bodies just enough for me to look up and kiss him. His lips feel so good against mine, warm and wet. I smell his cologne, it's the one I got him for his last birthday. We tear our lips apart not by choice, but for breath. He smiles at me as I look into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes. . .
As Michael and Shane get into the car, they wave at us one more time. As they start to drive away Eve runs to the door trying to open it and run out. I catch her arm before she can get out. She's crying hysterically now, hear face is red and her eyes are puffy.
"Calm the hell down Eve," I yell at her. She looks at me, not crying as much now. Her face is shocked and in pain.
"How are you not crying?" she asks. Her goth makeup bleeding down her face.
"I know I'll see them when they get back," I reassure her. "And anyways, this is kind of a break for us too, isn't it?" She thinks for a minute and then nods.
"C'mon, let's go get ready and then we can go to Common Grounds," I tell her.
"I'll go redo my makeup," she says quickly and runs up the stairs to her room.
I play one of Shane's many video games for twenty minutes. When Eve finally comes back down her makeup is completely redone, her outfit changed, and her gothic neck bracelet has been traded for her neck bracelet with golden spikes. I get up and she stops in her tracks. She eyes my outfit, shaking her head from side to side. An evil grin comes onto her face and I get a bad feeling that my best friend might be going crazy.
"Oh no, Claire. That outfit will just not do! Let me help. . ."