So I guess this is kinda like during glass houses but its got a completely different story line cause like I only started reading the MV books and I'm on book 3 just now, so yeah enough about my sad depressing life and on with this!

I will try keep everyone as in character as possible, just as they were intended.

I do not own The Morganville Vampire series of Glass Houses or anything, the fabulous Rachel Caine does J!

~ImAColdOne

And with that … lets begin.

Chapter One

Why?

Why was all Claire could think. She was standing in her dorm room in Howard Hall, one of the dorms on campus at Texas Prairie University. Her room had been ransacked. The dresser was wrecked, all drawers open, her clothes strewn across the floor and hanging from the lampshade. Her desk was ruined too. Her books that she needed for class were missing pages and looked like they had been spat on. A sharpie pen was lying on the table, lid off. Claire turned to take a closer look at the desk and saw there was writing all over it.

Freak.

Go home, crybaby!

Stupid little bitch.

Claire was scared. She wasn't scared they'd do this again. She knew it would happen. She wasn't scared they'd take stuff from her. She knew they would. And she wasn't scared about who it was. She knew who it was. It was Monica Morrell, the mayors daughter. Monica hadn't taken a shining to Claire after she made Monica look stupid in front of her friends, and the group of boys who followed her like sick little puppies. Well it wasn't her fault Monica didn't know about World Wars. And it was only a reflex action, she didn't mean for it to come spilling out and make Monica look dumb. She just couldn't help it.

No, Claire was scared that next time, they'd actually kill her.

Her face was swollen with lumps, and bruises, and cuts. Who had done them. None other than Monica and the Monickettes. The Monickettes being her band of 'friends'. Claire thought of the terms friends loosely, more as they hung out together, intent on hurting her. Jennifer and Gina, Monica's followers. Yes, Claire thought, followers seemed a more appropriate term to describe them.

Claire staggered to the end of her bed. She was tired, nightmares. And in every nightmare, there was fire. Three voices cried out to her.

Help us Claire! Help us!

The voices were pain filled. One belonged to a girl, she could tell that. The other two belonged to boys. They were not little kid cries, they were cries of people around her age. She couldn't see their faces, though all she could hear was their voices. She stood there helpless. All of a sudden, faces. Snarling, angry faces with red eyes. They looked human, but were carved in a way so beautiful, yet deadly. Hands grabbed for her and she stood there, unable to move, though the hands did not touch her. A gleam hit off one of the their smiles. She looked closer, and what she saw shocked her.

Fangs.

Vampire. Fangs.

They snarled, and ripped the air. The fire was still going on in the centre of her vision. The cries were still to be heard. That was until a brighter light shone and someone stepped out from the fire. She was beautiful, majestic is a sense as she walked forward to Claire, right hand held out towards her. The beautiful lady had long flowing hair. Hair the colour of white lilies, her dress seemed like an extravagant dress fit for a queen of the forest. It was ivory, with gold and green lace and ribbon winding through, creating, what Claire thought of, and leaves intertwined with gold. A tiara was placed on her head, and shone on top of her straight hair. Her face was so pale, her eyes were so warm. She reached Claire, and took her hand.

"My child." Her voice was as delicate as silk. "Be gone with you, vile creatures." She said as she turned to the horrific scene behind them. And with a click of her fingers, everything was gone. She turned back to face Claire, who was by now almost out of breath. The corners of her vision became blurry, greyed. A strong hand was placed on both of her shoulders, and as she turned to look, the saw big, pale men in black suits and sunglasses. The beautiful goddess took both her hands and smiled.

"Is it over?" Claire asked, her voice dry, harsh and sore.

"No," Said the lady. "It's only just begun." And with that, her smile widened so Claire could see her teeth, and her fangs.

Claire woke up, startled. It was dark now. She had fallen asleep. Her dreams were nothing but fiction, she thought anyway. How could vampires be real? She got up and locked her door for extra safety. She was not looking forward to tomorrow.