Information: A series of linked one-shots focusing on a character- each leading to the next.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mrs Rachel Caine, who is amazing and wonderful, even if she hasn't got Myrnin and Claire together yet and still insists on Shane staying alive. I simply wish I owned the Morganville Vampires.
Myrnin: I wish you owned me too *winks*
Me: *blushes*
Myrnin: *gets hungry and literally eats my face*
Me: Myrnin, stop eating those damned bath salts! *dies* *sadface*
Myrnin: *sadface* I'm bored now... Forgive the spelling mistakes and general crappiness? Thank you.
Snapping the links.
Myrnin.
Blood. Fire. Blood. Thirst.
His fangs snap down, and his eyes flash a million shades of red as he quickly contemplates his options. Hunt, Warm or Call.
Hunting humans would supposedly quench both his thirst and his 'needs', although since Claire showed her utter disgust at that habbit, Myrnin has been trying to cut down his hunting periods. He could walk to the freezer, take out a bloodbag and warm it in the microwave Amelie had installed... but thats so boring, so human, and Myrnin doesn't feel in a paticulary human mood today. If he did, he wouldn't be even be considering the next option- calling Claire, and draining her as soon as she walks down the stairs (well, after he'd had some fun).
But every ounce of Myrnin's being forces itself to push away the thought, and the consequencing images flashing through his mind- Claire being at his mercy again, pushed up against the wall, kissing her, mesmerising her until she forgets her boy and his minions, biting her and consuming her life force.
No, Myrnin! Stop that!
All his options and the rather-thrilling-in-a-perverse-way images replaying subconsciencly flash through his mind in the time it would take a human to blink, and he visibly forces himself to snap out of the catatonic manner in which he is stood, not that there's anyone there to see.
Except Bob. Bob sees everything. Unlucky bugger.
Two minutes later, Myrnin has finished his microwaved blood (Claire's opinion matters to him more than anything else, even fulfilling his needs, you see) and is now wandering around the lab. Ever since the Draug were massacred two weeks, five days and one hour ago, there has been no emergancies that science could solve, no sudden meetings with Amelie, no experiments to conduct with Claire smiling by his side, no panicked phone calls to or from Claire, no visits from Claire, no shifts for Claire to take on in the lab-
No Claire, who has been point blank ignoring him since thier encounter in the parlour. The last words she had said to him were constently rewinding at full volume in the cramped space called his mind.
*FLASHBACK*
"I never want to talk to you again. In the past two weeks, you've tried to kill Shane twice, you've tied me up, you've kidnapped me- I mean, seriously?- and you have, in all essance made my life hell!" Claire shouted/whispered, trying to not draw the attention of Shane in the room next door, who was still attending to Hannah.
Sadness overtook Myrnin's face and made it crumple, for the mere thought of Claire being mad at him again when she hadn't even forgiven him for his last stunt made his heart chill even further, because- well, neither of them fully wanted to discuss that topic.
"I'v also saved your life numerous times, and brought you back to life at great risk to my own personal safety..." Myrnin said in a way that made him sound like he was asking a question, which in a way, he was- will you forgive me? Will you continue to be my friend, as much as we could ever be friends, an insane 958-year-old vampire and a stunning seventeen year old girl?
Claire's mouth opened and closed a few times, and Myrnin was overcome with a powerful urge to kiss her, to cover his mouth with his, to take away all the pain and anger and the sense of and replace it with a blinding rush of love.
"I mean it, Myrnin. Unless its mine, Shane's, Eve's or Michael's life in danger, do not talk to me." Claire croaked, and stormed upstairs, determined to let no-one (be it Myrnin, Michael, or someone of a more human disposition) see her tears of anguish.
*END FLASHBACK*
Myrnin stops in the middle of one of his steps, with his right foot indefinatly unbalanced, which would have caused him to fall and embarress himself in front of Bob had he have been human. But he wasn't, he was a Vampire, and had been for almost thousand years. Instead, he reaches for his phone, and replays Claire's exact words in his head- "Do not talk to me", she said, Myrnin was sure of it. Therfore, this infuriating device that Claire herself insisted that he kept among his persons could prove itself very useful- very useful indead.
Myrnin smiled impishly as he typed a text out with a careful ferocity, determined to see his little bird again.
Claire, before you go moaning at me, I am not talking to you, I am writing to you over the airwaves, which is a whole different type of communication!
Myrnin could almost imagine the begrudging smile that would light up her face as she became aware once again that Myrnin possessed the only brain in the hole of Morganville, and one of the few in the entire world, that was on an even paring to hers (Myrnin sometimes suspected that Claire was much more intelligent actually, as he was several centuries older than her and she never really struggled to either understand or improve what he was teaching her). Myrnin laughed at himself in both pity and craziness in his silent lab and continued typing.
Please visit the lab. I have an idea for an excellent experiment that would benefit from your participation... and I miss you. Please? Myrnin, you sad, insane, and hopefully beloved friend.
Myrnin sent the text before he could chane his mind.
So... do you like it? I know I'v got like three other stories half-written, but I'v updated most of them in the past two days, so yanoo, I thought it was acceptable to jot this one down whilst I still had the inspiration. I'm planning for this to have six more chapters, so it wont last forever, unlike my others 0.0 Please review, if you want Claire's chapter up! (And yes, Olli-pop shall be getting a chpter later on!)
Chloe xxx