This takes place in the middle of Midnight Alley because I was randomly rereading it and saw the perfect opportunity to have some Oliver and Claire confrontation since nobody else has been struck by the idea. (BTW, bold is from the actual story to let you know where I picked up to write my little piece of randomness)

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Anyways...

Current place: The hidden room across the way from Eve's room.

He grabbed her right wrist and ripped away the bandage cover over the cut Jason had made. It broke open, and a red trickle ran from it down the interior of her arm.

Oliver licked it off.

"Okay, that's gross," Claire said faintly. "Let go. Let go!"

"You belong to Amelie," he said, and let her go. "I can taste it. Smell it on you. You're right, I can't touch you, not anymore. But the others, you're wrong about them. While they're in the house they're safe, but not out there, not in my town. Not for long."

"I made a deal!"

"Did you? Did you see in writing that you and your friends would be protected from all attacks? That you are protected from the different kinds of attacks that may have nothing to do with blood?"

Claire was confused. "What are you talking about? You can't-"

"Because I very much doubt that, little Claire. We've been writing agreements for thousands of years, and you're only sixteen years old. I know how Amelie thinks: I know that she indeed did not cover exactly what kind of attacks you are safe from other than those that will lead to your death." Claire saw a dangerous glint enter his eyes and real fear started to spread cold through her body.

"Oliver-"

"And there are so many things, many, many things, of which I could do to you that has nothing to deal with death or blood at all…" He trailed off as he looked her up and down. She immediately felt naked to his eyes: feeling as if he could see through the oversized t-shirt she wore.

Before she could process what was even happening, he threw her over his shoulder and took her up the stairs where he unceremoniously dropped her on the old couch. Her shirt fell around her waist, showing off her newest pair of underwear and she quickly pulled it back down as he advanced. She jumped up from the couch and tried to avoid him. It was hard in the small room.

"Oliver, stop. You said you came here to talk: so let's talk!"

"We will talk, I assure you, but only after I've had a little fun." His eyes were dark and she knew what he meant. She looked for the closest thing that might hurt him and only came up with a dusty candle holder. When he was in striking distance, she threw it at him and ran…or at least tried to. She had only taken a few steps toward the stairs when his body slammed into hers and forced her up against the wall. "I've denied myself the pleasure of women for centuries to help the advancement of my people, Claire. Centuries. Are you going to deny me this little bit of fun?"

"Yes!" She nearly screamed. She could barely breathe against this wall. She couldn't believe that this was happening. That Oliver wanted to…have sex…with her. It was so weird and she struggled pointlessly.

"Well too bad it isn't up to you." She felt, more than heard the sharp smile in his voice.

Her breaths turned into sobs as she felt his lips press to the side of her neck. She could feel the sharp edges of his teeth and her panic worsened. "Please, don't do this! Please!"

"Just think, little Claire. With just the slightest pressure, I could end you. I could end the troublesome effect you have had on this town, and my existence, since arriving. It is such an appealing prospect. Of course it would lead to war: making vampires choose to whom they are loyal, the slaughtering of innocent humans, the untimely death of those you love most…" Claire's eyes filled with tears. "And it would all be over your worthless little human life. If I did not care so much about my people's survival, I would do it. Yet just because I cannot kill you does not mean I cannot make you suffer…" Before his last words even settled in Claire's mind, she found herself on the couch again.

Oliver leaned over her menacingly. "Look into my eyes Claire."

She squeezed her eyes close and shook her head furiously. She could feel his will pushing on the outskirts of her brain and she fought it off easily. "No! I won't!" He was quiet for a minute before he shocked Claire senseless.

He kissed her.

His lips were cold and hard as he pressed them to her unresponsive ones. She did what felt natural: she opened her eyes in shock and disbelief. And with that he had her.

"There. Was that so hard? Young human girls are just so predictable these days." Claire just listened, dazed. He had her under whatever spell vampires could do and she couldn't move. "Now be a good girl and stand up."

She did.

Oliver stepped around her and settled himself into the old couch and crossed his arms, a wicked but deadly smile on his lips. "Wiggle your hips for me."

She did...awkwardly.

"Now…take off your shirt." Tears filled her eyes as her hands moved without her command and began stripping off her shirt. When it was gone, a different light shone in Oliver's eyes, close to the one that was in Shane's whenever they fooled around. "Hm, now the rest of your clothes." She shook her head furiously, but her bra and underwear dropped to the floor in seconds of each other. This was the first time she'd ever been naked in front of someone and she felt mortified. She was standing completely nude in front of one of the oldest, ruthless vampires in the whole world who had every intention of defiling her.

"Come here." Claire tried to drag her feet so it would take longer, but she was in front of him in record time. He looked over her more and a new found hunger, none that had to do with red stuff, came over him, she could see it. "Look at me." She did again.

His cold hands started at her ankles and slowly ran up her legs, giving her chills. "You want this." He purred, a low seductive and persuasive sound that made Claire's heart race a little bit more. "You want it so much you can't wait for me to push inside of you. And, when I do, you'll scream: you'll scream as loud as you can, knowing that no one can hear you. That no one is coming to your rescue. Then, after you finish screaming, you'll cry and beg for me to come inside of you, to let my seed flow within you. And when I do, you'll come shouting my name. You want this badly." Her tears came faster as she felt her body actually start to respond to his commands. She started to shiver from pleasure as his hands moved up her legs and to her hips. "You want it so much that you'll love how it feels when I do this…" He trailed off his hands angled away from her hips and toward where her legs met.

"Ah, little Claire, less of a girl than I thought…" He mumbled as his fingers slipped over her and she jumped at the sudden contact, feeling his coldness down there. "So hot, so wet, so ready. More of a woman." One of his cold fingers slipped in and she gasped then moaned. "And not quite a woman yet." He said in surprise and looked up at her. "It's very rare that even a girl your age still has her maidenhead. Tell me, were you saving it for the Collins boy?" She nodded. "Too bad I shall claim it for myself tonight." With that he slowly worked two of his fingers in her, pulled them out, and then repeated the process.

Claire froze at the invasion and felt as if he had set her on fire. Every inch of her skin felt hot and she grabbed onto Oliver's shoulders as her knees went weak. "What are you doing to me?" She asked nervously as heat started to gather in her stomach and where his hands currently were.

"I'm showing you what real pleasure is, you stupid little girl." He stroked and pumped, pumped and stroked. The muscles in her lower body started to tighten and she didn't know why. Using his unnatural speed, he sped up and Claire felt something burst inside her body. It was a feeling she had never experienced and it felt so…good that she couldn't stop sounds from escaping her throat.

"See?" Oliver said as he removed his hands from her. "I can pleasure you more than any idiot human boy could ever even dream to try. Now come, straddle me." She did so and settled her weight on top of him.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Claire asked his hands settled on her waist. "I've never done anything to you!"

"You chose Amelie over me, even after I so nicely offered first. You wounded me Claire." He laughed mockingly. "And now that you belong to Amelie I will be harming her by harming something close to her. You may hate me even more after this, but remember that this has only happened to you because you are her property and I seek a way to wound my enemy. Amelie has a chain of allies and underlings and you, my dear, are the weakest link." He said and showed her his teeth and leaned forward. Claire shook and braced herself for the bite but it never came. Instead, he licked her neck where her pulse was then took his mouth lower.

"You don't even like humans!" Claire tried again, desperate for whatever straws she could grasp to stop him. "Why are you intent on…kissing me and doing…this with me? I'm nothing but a dirty, stupid human, remember?"

"Of course I remember child, but this all works out to the same end. I was coming here to torture you, but I see that this is more effective and not as physically detectable as what my first intentions were. I've done much more disgusting things in my past that I can surely stomach bedding a walking blood bag for just one night." He said, not slowing his mouth as he laid multiple kisses across her collarbone. "I know how you think, Claire. It is basically how every woman thinks in this position. Every kiss, every touch, and every word will haunt you for the rest of your life. You will be unable to focus on anything other than the fact that I have taken your virginity against your will and you will become useless to Amelie. Therefore she will have no one to do whatever service that you are providing for her and it will be a loss for her and a win for me. Yet all I had to do was bed you for such a reward." With this, his mouth latched onto her nipple.

Claire jumped. She wanted to move away, she really did, but her body wanted this so bad that it wouldn't let her move away from the swirling motions of his tongue. She moved her arms from his shoulders to the couch at his back and pushed, using all the muscles in her arms. It worked a little, she started to slide backwards off his lap, but he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her right back and moved his attention to her other side. Claire closed her eyes.

This was bad on so many levels. She was naked on top of a seriously horny Oliver, he was doing things to her body that was making her head spin, she couldn't move, and even if she could there was no way out. Oliver was too fast. Yet she still had to find a way out of this. Maybe he was just toying with her? Maybe he wasn't seriously going to do anything to her. Maybe this was his version of a mean joke…She was brought out of her thoughts by a stinging ache burning through the left side of her chest. Crying out against the pain, she looked down to see Oliver's fangs tipped and blood and a set of parallel red lines over her left breast.

"What? Why?"

"I told you to look at me earlier. That was your warning: this is your punishment." His eyes flickered down to the cuts and Claire let her eyes drift that way too.

The cuts were starting to bleed.

She watched as his eyes followed twin drops as they traced the outline of her breasts and made their way down her body where they randomly pooled in her belly bottom.

Oliver flipped them over so suddenly that Claire had whiplash. Her back was against the cushions of the couch, head supported by one of the arms, and Oliver hovering over her. He was leaning in and, Claire for a moment, thought he was about to kiss her again, but he didn't. Instead, he started licking the blood from her cuts.

Claire felt faint, watching him licking her and drinking her blood for the second time. She thought for a few seconds that he was going to start sucking from the two cuts and drain her then but he didn't. He was cleaning the blood off her with his tongue.

He could have just licked it up in a straight line. She thought annoyingly, wondering why he couldn't just stop the theatrics and get this over with. He took his precious time with his task until he made it down to her blood-filled belly button. He flicked his tongue in it quickly, making Claire jump, before attaching his mouth to her stomach and using his tongue to drink the blood.

The feel of his tongue like that was weird to Claire. She felt as he should be doing this on a different part of her body…As soon as she caught where that thought was leading, she nipped in the bud. He had already invaded her with his fingers, why would she want him to do the same with his mouth? But there lied the difference: what she wanted and what the compulsion made her want conflicted. She wanted him to go nowhere near such a private place, but her body contradicted her head. When he pulled away, leaving her with a very, very clean navel, her hips bucked toward him and a sound of disappointment-disappointment?-escaped her throat.

Oliver's eyebrow went up a little bit in question. "What? Did little Claire want me to do something else? Something like this…" He bent, not much since she was small, and flicked his tongue where her dazed mind wanted it most. So much heat rushed through her and she moaned and rocked a little bit. He laughed, pulling away again. "Maybe next time. Time is growing short, but I'll leave you these as a promise for next time."

Claire was barely able to think 'Next time?' before Oliver bit her…twice. It wasn't with his fangs, but with his normal teeth. She screamed because it hurt like crazy. When he pulled away, she looked down at the two places where it was stinging. He'd bit her on the side of her stomach and on the inside of her right thigh, very close to her…They were both weird places to leave bites but she didn't really question it. She had bigger worries like the vampire on top of her.

He moved from his position on top of her, sat back, and started undoing his pants at human speed, so she could see and watch, and she was excited. She couldn't wait for his clothes to be gone so that he could lay her down and…

No, Claire thought and closed her eyes. It's not me who wants it. It's the compulsion. He is forcing me to want this. I don't want this.

Oliver looked up and frowned when he noticed she wasn't looking. "Come on, little Claire. You have been so bold all night: do not turn timid when it is time for the main event. Open your eyes and look at me." Her brain became fuzzy at the sound of his voice and she did so. He smiled and all she could see were his fangs. "Look down and see what awaits you." She did and wished she hadn't immediately. His clothes lay next to the couch on the ground and he was completely naked. Nothing was blocking it from her view.

Even if she had something or someone to compare him to, she was sure he'd be classified as well above average. Claire had seen the male (and female) reproductive organs before in school but never had she'd seen one in real life and his scared and excited her. She fought the part of her that wanted to reach out and touch it and, thankfully, he didn't make her touch him.

"Now for the grand finale." He smirked and leaned back over her. There wasn't a part her not touching him and vise versa. This gave Claire an odd sense of pleasure and she shivered, her arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer. His hands were on her thighs, spreading them wide enough for him to settle in between. This made Claire scared and miserable and pissed and so many other things. The feelings in her were so conflicting that she didn't know what to believe.

Anxious and nervous and feeling as if she should say something, Claire said, "And now what?"

Oliver grinned evilly down at her. "And now I rob you of your purity." He said and savagely thrust into her.

Claire felt as if she were being ripped apart, torn in two, split down the middle. The pain that was scorching through her body was awful, the worst she'd ever felt in her entire life, and she screamed. She screamed loud, as she'd been instructed to, and, to at least try to relieve some of the pain, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into Oliver's back. It felt like she had been screaming forever when the pain finally simmered down and pleasure started to roll over her in waves. She was just getting use to it when she felt Oliver's nails scrape down her back. Claire screamed again and tried to focus on his face which was blurring in and out due to the pain.

"You see, Claire, I can give pleasure, but I can also cause great pain to those who wish to cause me pain. So think twice before the next time you decide to scratch me." He sneered before his face took on a crueler look. "I have taken many virginities in my days upon this earth, but this is best so far. I am taking away something valuable from someone who means so much to my enemy. This pleases me greatly: even if the intimacy isn't all that good." Oliver cooed maliciously as he started to move in and out of her at a steady pace.

Claire wanted to scream, wanted to push him off her, wanted to do so many things but couldn't. He still had her under his spell and she could only do his will.

So she cried and begged.

She knew she sounded pathetic but she cried and begged for him to go faster, to come inside of her. Things like: "Oh my God, Oliver" and "Please don't stop" while panting and squeezing her legs tightly around him to keep contact. Her world exploded in pleasure before he did what she asked and she swore she had never felt something so good, something so powerful. Her body shook from her release and she nearly passed out from it. She should have been content, in it being over, but she wasn't. She still had to beg for him to find his release. She needed him to find it so badly that she cried: none of her own doing.

When he finally did, causing her to go again, she cried harder, not out of pain and sadness-which she did feel-, but from happiness. She was happy that he had pleasured her so much and that she had pleasured him likewise. She was happy that he had claimed her and marked her as his own. She was happy that he had let his seed flow within her. She was happy that…

No! Her brain screamed at her yet again. He is manipulating you! You don't want this. You never wanted this. You're not happy with what he just did! He just raped you! She shook her head to clear the headache brewing there. Her head and her body were telling her two different things and it was so hard to focus on either one. She knew that he had just raped her but was it really rape? She wanted and liked it so much…No! She didn't.

As she had debated over what she wanted to believe, Oliver was already dressed and leaning over her, menacingly. "I've had so much fun tonight, little Claire, but it has come to an end." She sighed in relief but he stayed close. "But a word to the wise: this never leaves this room. If it does, I will be forced to take action up against you, Claire. Yet just to make sure." He caught her eyes and she became dazed again. "You will never speak of this to anyone. You will not tell anybody what has transpired here tonight. If Michael does find out somehow, you will threaten to kill yourself if he tells anyone else. If he tells someone anyways or he and anyone else tries to harm me in any way, you will do either of the following: take a knife and slit your wrists, go to the closest vampire and give them the permission to drain you, or something else extravagantly dramatic and painful. Make sure that Michael, or whoever that finds out, knows that the trade for their silence is your life. Do you understand?" Tears in her eyes, Claire nodded. "Good." He smiled and released her.

Claire stumbled off of the couch, threw on her shirt, and scrambled down the stairs. Oliver made no move to stop her. The knob of the door was there and she pulled it open.

The hallway was deadly quiet and she could easily hear Shane's light snore.

Oliver's hands closed around her shoulders, and he moved her out of his way by simply picking her up and putting her down, as if she weighed nothing. He didn't let go once he'd done it, he stepped up behind her, bent down, and whispered, "Not a sound, Claire. If you wake your friends and they come against me, I'll destroy you all. Understand?"

She nodded.

She felt the cold pressure of his hands go away, but not his presence, and she was surprised when she looked back and saw that he was gone.

As if he'd never been there at all.

She closed the hidden door and went back to her room in silence. Everyone was still sleeping peacefully in their room but she would not sleep tonight.

Oliver had come into their house, her home, and had assaulted her…raped her without anyone noticing. It had felt so good when she was up there, but she knew it wasn't because of her: it was because of the compulsion. Now she felt dirty, used, and nasty. She could still feel his hands on her thighs, his lips on her breasts and him between her legs. He had taken one of the only things she could never take back and she couldn't tell anyone. She was stuck with the knowledge of what happened with no way of letting it out or sharing her pain with anyone.

She was a prisoner in her own mind.

She curled up in her bed and cried.

Well I hope it met any expectations. It's my first Morganville Vampires and I hope you all liked it! Like I said, I was rereading Midnight Alley when this scene came into my head as a total bit of randomness. Actually, I have a lot more to it and if you'd like me to post the next part I gladly will...if you want. I could just leave it as this one-shot, maybe a two-shot, but if you want the whole thing-which I'm writing just for the fun of it, not necessarily for fanfiction-I'll post it here. I don't know how long it'll be, but it'll have a lot of twists and turns for Claire...

P.S: If you're going to say criticize, please do it and tell me how to make it better! It won't bother me!

Please R&R!
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