Disclaimer: I own nothing. The entire Morganiville Universe belongs to Rachel Caine, without whom this fanfiction wouldn't exist


"You've been in here so long"

"Prison seems to suit me"

"It's not a prison"

"It's a jail cell"

"You know why you're here. Just be good...they'll let you go"

"Will they?"

"Aren't you lonely? Don't you want to leave?"

"Sometimes"

"Do you still read?"

"Sometimes"

"What happened?"

"Nothing"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?"

"So cold…uncaring"

"I am who I am"

"You're not this person"

"Aren't I?"

"Stop that! I know this isn't you"

"Isn't it?"

"No you're sweet…wonderful"

"Maybe that wasn't me"

"Maybe you gave in, gave up, stopped fighting"

"Maybe I never had a chance"

"I should have given up on you a long time ago"

"Then why don't you?"

"Maybe I miss you....the real you"

"This is the real me"

"Do you miss me?"

"Sometimes"

"Don't you still love me?"

"…Sometimes"

"Are you the same? At all?"

"Open the cell, my dear, and find out"

"I'm sorry, Myrnin, I can't do that" Claire sighed, walking away from the long gone vampire, and giving her last hope that he would ever come back to her, now that the crystals had almost completely lost their effect.

She wondered if Shane was making Chile that night, and felt guilty at the thought.


I love Shane, I really do. I just feel that sometimes Myrnin doesn't get enough credit, is all.

By the way, I'm not really specifying any time here. Just use your imagination as to when Myrnin finally loses it.