Welcome to the sequel of New Death New Love. Gosh that was a terrible title. Anywho, this is Old Death New Problems. Any better? Not really! Hahahaha! It is still MyrninxClaire. I'm totally thinking about weird surprises involving dead characters. Ooooo!
Again, Rachel Caine, don't kill me. Lol. Hey, you're the one who said that Myrnin was hot in Ghost Town. People, its at her website. She had a chapter one preview of it. She says it! But she also says that Claire wasn't interested and that even if she was, Myrnin might make a terrible—possibly fatal boyfriend.
HAH! I laugh at you Rachel! Sexy men, according to me, make GOOD boyfriends. Really good… Oh, Jensen Ackles… why must you be married? Same with you Jared Padalecki and Misha Collins!
Sigh.
Welp!
Read on my lovely beautiful fans!
…If I even have fans. Oh, idk. Just read.
"Myrnin, where did you put my i-Pod?" Claire called from under a table. "What? I can't hear you! The music is too loud!" Ugh. Claire stood and walked to Myrnin's empty room. He was putting books into a box. And even though his wavy black hair hung over his ears, Claire could see the headphones cord lead up. She walked over, pulled up his hair, and yanked out a headphone. "Found it," she mused.
"Hey!" he played, "I like this song." Claire kneeled and stuck the headphone in her ear. Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne was playing. "Girlfriend? Really Myrnin?" Myrnin snatched the headphone. "Yes, really. It has a nice beat. Are you done packing yet?" "Yes. Most of my stuff is in a box," Claire looked over to the box of books, "Is that your hundredth box of books?" "No!" Myrnin paused, "It's my eleventh."
"Oh my gosh. We have to sell some of your books," Claire sighed. "What? But I love these! They helped me get through my madness." Claire bent down and picked up one. She read the title out loud. "The Art of Plausible Plumbing?" "I know how to connect two faulty pipes now," Myrnin responded. Claire picked up another. "James and the Giant Peach?" "So much better than Charlotte's Web." "Twilight?" "…That was a suggestion from a girl I used to know."
"We are so selling some of these."
"Only if you can catch them!" Myrnin picked up the probably thirty pound box with ease and was out of the room in a blur. "Oh, don't even start!" Claire called. And she chased after him, also in a blur.
It had been three weeks after she was turned from human to vampire. Frank Collins had come back for revenge. Shane Collins, her boyfriend, and Eve Rosser, her best friend, were gone. The Glass house burned down with them in it. Michael Glass and Claire Danvers were the only survivors. Claire had only left for an hour… Frank had shot her twice in the chest. Myrnin's only option was to turn her. And she asked for it too.
But it was all okay now. Myrnin and Claire were together, he had found a new house, and her addiction to vampire blood was going down fast.
Back when he had turned her, Myrnin had given Claire too much of his blood. So her body became dependent on it. Amelie told Myrnin to give her less and less every time, and now she only needed half a pint every time she got sick. –Along with human blood.
Myrnin had set down the box down and was hiding. Claire searched around and then remembered that she could smell him. Wait. Everything in here smelled like him. –And her. Great.
Claire listened closely. She heard light steps… Claire turned around wicked fast and tackled Myrnin. "Hah!" Myrnin smiled. "You're improving nicely." Myrnin took the collar of her shirt and pulled her into a kiss.
"I thought you two were packing."
Claire lifted her head to see Michael sitting on the steps. Claire stood and then helped Myrnin up. "We are," Claire mused, "He started it." "She wants to sell my books!" Myrnin tattled. Michael walked down the steps. "Well, you do have a lot." "He also owns Twilight." Michael raised an eyebrow. "Come on, man. That book is an insult to vampires." "It was a suggestion!" he retorted, "Fine. We can sell a few." "Good. We need the extra cash."
"I thought Ainsley was paying for it all," Michael said.
"Well," Myrnin began, "after he reunited with Sydney, he sent me a check." "Check? For how much?" Claire asked. "I can't remember exactly, um, 1.5 million?" Both Claire and Michael's mouths dropped. "Just wait. I've saved up over the years as well. You know how long I've been a vampire?"
"No," they said in unison.
"Neither do I! But my money, added to Ainsley's, I think I've got around 6 mill."
Claire put her hand to her forehead. "I think I'm gonna…" Claire fake-fainted into Michael's arms. "Are you serious?" Michael laughed. "Serious as a stake in the heart," Myrnin replied, making an X over his heart. "Myrnin, you're a… a millionaire?" "I guess so," Myrnin chuckled.
"How come you never told me?" Claire whined. "Because I wanted to wait for the right time," Myrnin replied, "See? You fainted into Michael and not the floor." "Right. Just keep packing you butthead," Claire said with a playful shove his way. Myrnin tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Butthead?" "Yeah." He looked to Michael who rolled his eyes.
"Just keep packing."
-Lataaa-
"Ah, you smell that?" Myrnin sighed. "Wax?" Claire guessed. "Nope. New house smell." On the way over, Claire was getting the makings of a headache. But she didn't want to bug Myrnin with it. At least not until they got settled down. They would set up the bed in the master, and sleep there for the night.
Michael carried in the final box. "Okay. That's it. And it is-" he checked his phone "-5:56 p.m. I gotta go." "Why? Where do you have to go?" Claire asked. "I got a job at-" "You got a job? That's great!"
"It's at the Common Grounds." "Not great," Claire responded, completely depleted of enthusiasm, "Why are you working there?"
"It's temporary! I just need some extra money to pay for the apartment."
Michael had gotten a small apartment somewhere in the middle of town. Previously, he had been staying with Amelie. [What a joy it must've been…] Claire didn't even know Morganville had an apartment complex.
"Oh. Concert money isn't cutting it?" "Nope," Michael sighed, "I gotta go." As Michael walked out the door, Claire called, "Good luck with Oliver!" Claire sighed. "Okay Myrnin, you go put- Myrnin?"
Claire looked around. Great. "Myrnin, if you're trying to freak me out… it's working. Where are you?" Claire remembered from memory the layout of the house. A half wall divided the living room and the kitchen. Several windows on the front door wall. A stair case on the back wall. Claire planned on putting a couch against it. The basement is where Myrnin would have his lab.
And his extensive library.
Claire listened for him, and finally heard footsteps upstairs. She walked up stairs to find Myrnin assembling a bookshelf. "I never could figure these things out," he sighed. "Here," Claire chuckled, "You need to connect it like this." Claire took the shelf piece and clicked it to the base. "Oh," Myrnin responded.
After fixing the shelf, the two began to build a new bed. That took a little bit longer. [And by little bit, I mean a lot longer.] When they were done with the frame, Myrnin plopped on the mattress. Claire collapsed on the partly made bed. Her headache had worsened. And other symptoms were also coming. She would get a bad stomach ache and she would start to feel really weak.
"Can't wait for sheets," Claire sighed.
Myrnin sensed something was up. "You feeling okay?" "Not really," she replied, "heh." Claire still felt kind of weird about taking blood from Myrnin.
"Well, come here," Myrnin sat down on the bed and pulled a pocket knife from his jacket. Claire scooted over next to Myrnin. He flipped open the knife and ran it across his wrist. A red line formed on the cut. Myrnin brought his arm over to Claire who took it and brought his wrist to her mouth.
Myrnin's blood was definitely different from human blood. It wasn't as sweet as a human's, but not bitter. She could understand why Ada liked it, now. It, honestly, was addictive. She didn't want to stop sometimes. Myrnin was always the one to pull away.
As she sucked the blood out of the small cut, she couldn't help but wonder how Myrnin must feel while she drained the life out of him. He had told her he was fine with it, but there was always a hint of doubt.
Claire pressed her tongue to Myrnin's wrist to force more blood out. Feeding gave her body a weird weak and tingly feeling. Like kissing someone you love, only in liquid form. There was only about 3 minutes of bliss after that. Myrnin pulled his arm away. Claire didn't want to, but she complied.
He body buzzed with energy. She cleared the rest of the blood out of her mouth before speaking. "Huh," she sighed. "Feeling better?" Myrnin asked rolling his wrist to get feeling back. The cut had healed quickly. "Much," Claire assured, "You?" "Dizzy," Myrnin chuckled. "Sorry." "You say that too much," Myrnin wrapped an arm around Claire to pull her close, "I'm fine."
"I know. It's just I feel weird when you say your okay with it."
"Well, of course it's weird but there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
Claire smiled softly.
"Now c'mon," Myrnin said, getting up, "We've got a bed to make."
Their first night in the new house, Claire dreamt about Morganville being controlled by someone different. A man with long brown hair. It looked like Ainsley for a moment, but it wasn't. He had an army. Vampires? They were well dressed and definitely not from Morganville. Then there was so much fire. Flames flew everywhere. Then a distressed scream. It sounded like… Eve?
Claire woke up, jolting up into a sitting position. She was all sweaty. Wonderful. Claire turned her head. Myrnin was still asleep. He was so cute when he slept. Claire soundlessly climbed out of bed and walked down stairs. She opened the fridge and grabbed one of the blood bags. She didn't feel like warming it up. She felt a sharp pinch that told Claire her fangs had extended from her canines and she bit into the bag.
She never did understand how the whole fang thing worked. One minute she has normal looking canines and the next, they were razor sharp. As the cool sweet syrupy liquid ran down her throat, she wondered why she had heard Eve scream. Odd. She has been dead for almost four months now.
Then she saw a light come from the basement door. Claire put down the half empty bag and walked barefoot to the door. All she had on was pajama shorts that went to her knees and a tank top. Claire put her ear to the door and listened. Nothing. But the light was still there. "What the…?" Claire whispered. She slowly turned the knob to open the door. It creaked open and Claire saw that the light was coming from the basement floor.
She slowly made her way down the steps, ready to fight anything that was down there.
Then she saw the source of the blue glow.
"Claire?" her dead best friend said with a scared tone, "What's going on? Where am I?"