A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction! I recently had the urge to write one, specifically from Myrnin's—my favorite character—perspective. I love "The Morganville Vampires" series and I can't help, but wonder what Myrnin's thinking during these little events. And so, I decided to make a fanfiction based on the mind of none other than Myrnin himself!(:

P.S.—Keep in mind, some events that may occur, are created from my mind.I'll let you know.

FYI- This one is an event that I created. It takes place after Claire is leaving Myrnin's office on page #60 from "Kiss of Death"—which I must say; I loved the book, but I missed Myrnin. This is my prediction. In my mind, I believe this is inevitable.

Hope you like it!!(:

Disclaimer:

I do not own the rights to "The Morganville Vampires" nor do I own the characters or the story in general. However, Rachel Caine does. I, on the other hand, am just writing a little Fanfiction based on her marvelous series. Don't be mad, please.

Myrnin had his back to Claire as shut left, shutting the door behind her. He did so wish he could leave Morganville with her and her friends—only temporarily of course. He had not been out of Morganville in a long time. Perhaps, not centuries, but decades. Either way, it was still considered quite a while.

Lucky for little Claire, she had received a pass to leave for a week with her friends; The Glass boy—Michael was his name and he was the newest vampire of their little town, Shane . . . Collins was it?—Claire's white knight—her love, her amour, and her lady friend, Miss Eve Rosser—the girl who looked like one of the living dead, just not in the vampire sense of course, but she did dress in dark clothes that made her look awfully depressing most of the time, though she always seemed to be smiling even with her amusing attitude. Lucky them. His lady had been very generous to let them leave.

He was going to miss his dear assistant, Claire, whom he actually enjoyed the company of. She deserved a chance to leave, though. She and her friends had been through so much already and it always seemed to involve the survival of Morganville, the town run by vampires. Claire and her friends could have abandoned the town and escaped, but he knew that deep down, even if it was way deep down, Claire had a soft spot for a few of the vampires; Sam Glass, Michael Glass, himself and Amelie perhaps.

Myrnin was actually surprised by how much Claire was concerned for him when he had been ill. She constantly made sure he was okay, even if it meant putting her life in danger. He could so easily break her fragile body and within seconds kill her. He had done that quite a few times to his past assistants. Sure enough, Claire didn't meet the same fate as them. She was well, living, walking and still caring for him even though he was no longer ill. She seemed protective of him just as he was protective of her. He'd kill to protect her and if harm ever came her way and had it been his fault he would surely hate himself for it.

She would be safe from vampires for at least a week now—Michal, as if he were her older brother, was no threat—while in Dallas, even safe from himself.

Their chaperone on the other hand was an issue. He was very well aware of their chaperone and was very fond of Amelie's decision.

Oliver.

That name made him growl deep in his throat.

He merely tolerated Oliver. Never was he very partial to Oliver who was constantly smug and insisted that Myrnin was nothing, but insane.

Granted, Myrnin believed he was insane as well, but he didn't need to hear it from him. He despised him, very much so. If he could, he would stake him in the heart with a wooden weapon tipped with silver while exposing him to the sun for hours until he died.

That thought made him smile his crooked smile that Claire had accused of meaning that he was "up to no good". And perhaps that was true. . .

Suddenly, Myrnin sensed someone was near. It was a strong presence and as he turned around Amelie stood before, elegant and in a light pastel pink suit with her pale hair pulled up.

"Ah," he said. "Hello, my lady. To what do I owe this pleasure?" He laughed deep in his throat. He adjusted his spectacles that were sliding down his nose.

"Hello old friend. May I have a seat?" Amelie replied coolly.

"I do not see why not," Myrnin smiled.

Amelie placed herself in a chair that was facing his own. She did not smile, but she did not frown. She was completely emotionless which made Myrnin uneasy. Was this a pleasant visit or was she the messenger of bad news.

"So what have you been up to, my dear?" Myrnin cited Claire's modern greeting with a bit of sarcasm. The corners of her mouth twitch a bit, almost making a smile.

"I am not here for a friendly conversation, I'm afraid. I am here to be informed of the issue regarding the barrier, since . . . Ada is longer . . . existing to fulfill her programmed duty." Amelie sighed, holding her head up high showing authority and leadership.

Myrnin sank down in his chair.

"Very well actually, considering Claire refuses to let me use a biological interface. She finds it morally wrong," Myrnin laughed, trying to remove the uncomfortable seriousness of the conversation.

"I beg your pardon," Amelie said, looking puzzled.

Myrnin leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. She was obviously confused about a biological interface. "She isn't very fond of the idea of having a brain in the machine, though the brain would have to belong to a vampire. A human brain couldn't handle it. Anyhow, she believes that she would be the next candidate."

Amelie nodded not saying a word.

"Anyway," Myrnin continued. "Claire has found an alternative solution to our problem. Actually, little Claire has found a solution involving a computer. I must admit; I am not very fond of the . . . computer. It just seems so very primitive. However, it does indeed get the job done. It is able to detect whether a vampire or human is approaching using heat seeking technology. Vampires have a lower body temperature whereas humans have one that is higher. The system would treat both differently. It also alerts Morganville if there is a possible threat like . . . your father." Myrnin was silent for a second just staring at Amelie, until he shook his head as if he was getting out of a trance. "And very shortly we will be able to operate the portals through the computer." Myrnin grinned, proud of his student's work. She was indeed very bright.

"What about the memory alteration?" Amelie asked as she breathed outward.

Myrnin bit his lip and placed his arms behind his head, leaning on them. That was one flaw in Claire's alternative. It didn't perform memory alteration which was a big problem for Morganville. People could learn the town's secrets and leaving spreading the word of vampires. They couldn't have that, now could they?

Amelie sighed. "Is there any possible way you could do such a thing with the computer?"

Myrnin shook his head, his head of full dark curls bouncing.

"Is the biological interface the only way?" she asked.

Myrnin nodded slowly, gazing at her.

Amelie looked away from Myrnin. When she returned to look at him again, her face was grave.

"Claire had right to worry about being the next 'candidate'." She replied, her voice taking on a darker tone.

That's when it hit Myrnin.

Damn it! How could I not see this coming?! Damn you! You insolent, naïve fool! You've just basically informed Amelie that Claire suffering the same fate as Ada was the only way! Poor Claire. She would forever be trapped in the box Ada had been in not long ago. She would hate me! She would hate everyone! This is my fault! You fool! Stupid! Should have kept your mouth shut!

Myrnin grid his teeth together. "No," he said. "I will not let her suffer the same fate."

He glared at Amelie with hatred that ate away at him like a parasite . . . like the disease Claire had been trying to cure . . . how helpful she had been and this would be how she would be repaid.

"It is the only way. It is a shame, but there is nothing we can do. Morganville cannot go unprotected. You know this. I know you care for young Claire, but it is for the best," Amelie told him, sternly. "When she returns from her trip, you will let her be aware of what is to become of her. We will change her, you and I. There will be no debating this." Her eyes shone bright red, threatening him if he defied her.

Myrnin fought the urge to simply attack her. It would no good, anyhow.

Amelie walked toward the stairs, looking over her shoulder at him. He was sinking down in his chair, leaning his head in his hand. "I am sorry," she said, seeming saddened herself. Could it be true? The Ice Queen actually had a heart for little Claire? Perhaps.

Amelie placed her cool hand on the knob of the door and looked over her shoulder once more. "She will be safe in Dallas. . . with Oliver." Myrnin's head shot up as he looked at her. "He has a deep respect for her, even if he doesn't show it. I do not believe he would hurt her. She has done many things for Morganville and by destroying her, Oliver would lose one of the many assets of Morganville, for we both know Oliver plans to one day overthrow me. Claire would be very beneficial. She is very beneficial. Again . . . I am sorry." And she left.

Myrnin sat in his chair, many thought running through his head.

My poor, dear, brilliant little Claire . . . I am so very sorry. I only wish you will forgive me someday.

A/N: And, I will end it on that note! I must inform you, I do believe I will make multiple fanfictions on Myrnin's POV. I found it fun! Hope you like it!!!(:

P.S.—Please . . .Constructive criticism only.(:

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