Chapter 1:
*Claire/Michael* - that's the pairing… don't like, don't read.
I don't own anything.
*written for katieeblaah*
This is the fourth time I have tried to write a Claire/Michael fic in two days, btu the other three haven't worked yet… I will try and make them work in the future, but for now this is enough, I think.
Claire's POV:
His hands, smooth without bumps or calluses, run over my arms and I shiver at his touch, the delight that he is with me almost making my head explode with the anticipation. We're standing in the middle of a beautiful field, the sun shining and the birds chirping, but I don't see any of it.
All I see is Michael.
"You're the most beautiful and perfect thing that I have ever seen," he whispers into my ear, making me blush at the lack of truth in his words. I look up into his face and see only sincerity, no lies or extensions of the truth evident. He believes in what he has said – he truly does. "I love you," he whispers as I become transfixed in his brilliant blue eyes, the exact opposite almost of my chocolate brown ones.
"I love you," I respond and he smiles before lowering his head to my own. His lips move slowly to meet my own, taunting me almost at the excruciatingly long time it takes for us to join together. My breathing increases as the anticipation hits me before, finally, we meet and a bunch of fireworks set off.
It's truly perfect – the kiss, that is. It begins slow, deep, increasing in intensity as we get further into it. My body twists into his to be as close to him as possible, his arms pulling me into him from behind whilst I lock my fingers into his golden locks. The hair spikes up in a mess and I laugh into his mouth at him looking so dishevelled, but never hotter.
"I love you," I repeat as his tongue forces its way into my mouth, but not really forcing because I want it there. I kiss him back harder and harder and he does the same before suddenly we are falling and lying on the grass, the moment entirely perfect.
His hands move down to my top and begin to move it up after I give permission…
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I wake up with a start, a heavy blush over my cheeks as I process what I was dreaming. I was dreaming of Michael and me… doing things. But more than that – I dreamt that we were in love. I mean, that's impossible, right? I love Shane and Michael loves Eve… it's a dream. That's all it was.
I look over at Shane, embarrassment and guilt at what I was dreaming about hitting me ever more so as I look at his sleeping figure. He is so innocent and knows nothing of what his girlfriend was just thinking… I can only thank my subconscious that it stopped before it went any further because, lets face it, that would make it impossible to look at Michael again.
I snuggle into Shane's side, deciding that whatever that dream was, I can ignore it. It has no bearing on what I want in life – I love Shane and I don't see how my subconscious telling me something different can change it.
Michael's POV:
I lie awake in my bed, unable to sleep for longing. Eve lies in my arms, in a deep slumber, but all I can think of is Claire – the girl I want. She is the girl who is exactly what I want.
I have loved Claire ever since she came to this godforsaken town as a sixteen year old, although she insisted on labelling herself as almost seventeen. Her innocence, the way she needed to be protected but vehemently denied it, lured me to her and I realised then I could see her with me for the rest of my life. She was the first one I revealed my status as a ghost to, and I even let her stay in the house even though she would only bring trouble. I was right about that: I don't actually think this entire town's residents have faced as much trouble in their long lives.
The only couple I can think that break this pattern would be my Grandad and Amelie, the Founder who has had rather a lot of trouble in her life, especially since she almost lost Sam because her father almost killed him. god, I can't thank Claire enough (her and Myrnin) for bringing him back… to have lost my only relative in this town would have been worse than anything else I can think of.
She awakens – Claire, that is – and I instantly stiffen; what if there is something wrong. She never wakes up during the night, ever! So why is she awake now?
Her breathing increases and she fidgets around – my hearing is entirely focused on her, so I can hear her every movement, her every heartbeat as if it is right next to me. I love her so much… it hurts for her to be with Shane and me being with Eve – it isn't right. I love her… I need her… I want her…
She settles back down with Shane and I know she thinks she is happy right now – but I know she would be so much happier with me. That sounds so self assured, doesn't it? As if I know that she would be at the epitome of her happiness if she is with me, rather than Shane. But I know it is true – we would both be happy as we both compliment each other. She could accept me as a vampire much easier than the other two could; perhaps it's because Amelie 'owns her' or that she enjoys her time working with Myrnin (both vampires, obviously) I don't know, but I know that I love the way that she accepted me as if I were the old Michael still.
"Hey, you're awake," Eve's sleepy voice reverts me back to reality and away from Claire. I look down at her from my position leaning against the headboard and smile, pressing my lips to her forehead in a meaningless gesture.
"Yeah, go back to sleep, Eve," I whisper, tightening my grip on her to pretend that she is Claire.
She does as I suggest, dropping back into the world of the unconscious within less than a minute. I shut my eyes and breathe deeply before falling asleep myself. But I don't dream of Eve or music or whether or not I'll make it through the day tomorrow – normal things.
I dream of Claire…
Well… this chapter is the first one! Sorry it's a little short… I was going to make it longer but I thought the dream would have been longer than it was.
So, yeah… please review!
Vicky xx