A/N: I do not own or claim to own anything! Just writing FanFic about my favorite series! Enjoy! Don't forget to tell me what ya like and what ya don't!


I stood at the kitchen counter and continued to chop the lettuce. It was my turn to make dinner and I wanted tacos. Usually Shane would chop the vegetables but he was still at work. I finished off the lettuce and went to grab an onion, when the kitchen door swung open. My best friend and housemate Eve Glass stood there in her Goth glory.

Today she was wearing black combat boots, tan cargo pants, and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. Her makeup was the same as usual, white rice powder, heavy eyeliner and mascara, with dark blue lipstick, she had taken a sudden liking to the color blue. Her short hair was down, it looked like she had straightened it, it was a good look on her. I thought there was something different about her, and then I realized what it was. Her usually dyed black hair was…blue and white.

"Eve!" I exclaimed.

"What?" she asked.

"What the hell happened to your hair?"

"Oh," she said. "I dyed it. Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it, but why?"

"I didn't like the black anymore."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Do you think Michael will like it?" she asked.

"Of course! And if he doesn't, I'll kick his ass." I winked at her.

Eve laughed. "You could try too."

"Well he isn't- ya know." I mimed fangs in the neck.

"Oh right," she sighed. "I forget sometimes, that he isn't a vampire anymore. It just seems like it's too good to be true, like any moment he'll turn back into one of those bloodsucking monsters."

"Oh, Eve," I walked away from the counter and toward her. I wrapped her up in a hug. I pulled back and kept her at arm's length. "But it is true, and he will never go back to being one of them. And it's been four years since he was turned back into a human, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know. So what's for dinner?" Eve asked.

"Tacos." I said and moved back to the counter and grabbed an onion.

"Yum. Is there anyway I can help?"

"Yes, actually. Can you stick the taco shells in the oven?"

"Sure." she said and turned on the oven.

"Thanks." I turned back to the counter and peeled the onion skin off. I started chopping the onion when suddenly nausea washed over me. I dropped the knife, covered my mouth and ran to the back door. I quickly unlocked the door, opened it, and ran outside onto the back deck, not caring that it was dark outside. I grabbed the porch banister, leaned over and threw up.

"Claire!" Eve yelled.

"I'm okay! I just-" I gagged and started throwing up again.

"Claire," Eve said, I looked up and see her standing in the back door. "Come on, CB."

She held out her hand and I took it. Eve led me back into the house, closes the back door and locks it. I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. A few seconds later a glass over water is set down in front of me. I looked up at Eve gratefully and drank some water. After a few sips, I sat the glass down on the table and wiped my mouth with a paper towel Eve handed to me. She sat in the chair next to me and took my hands in hers.

"Claire, what happened?" Eve asked.

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I was just cutting the onions and then all of a sudden I felt sick."

Eve gasped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The onions." she said.

"What about them?"

"I read online once that the smell or taste of onions can cause an pregnant person sick."

"Eve, you don't really think I'm pregnant? Do you?"

"I do, Claire. I think you are."

"No," I said and get out of my chair. "No. I am not pregnant."

"Claire, it's just a possibility."

"I am not pregnant." I said again.

"I'm not saying you are. I'm just saying you should take a pregnancy test, just to make sure you're not."

"Eve, I'm not pregnant."

"Just please-"

"Fine!" I interrupted her. "I'll take the damn test."

I stalked out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the stairs. I ran up the stairs and down the hall into the bathroom. I slammed the door and locked it. I crouched down to the cabinet underneath the sink and reached into the back until I found one of the two boxes Eve kept back there. I pulled out the box and stood up. I opened the box and shook the little test stick out into my hand.

I take in a deep breath and take the pregnancy test. I have to wait a few minutes to get the results. It takes exactly two minutes. I looked down at the test and started to cry.

It was positive.