*ring ring ring* *ring ring ring* I rolled over groggily and reached for the buzzing phone on my side table to see who was calling. A picture of vampire-bunny slippers appeared on the screen and I rolled my eyes. Myrnin. It was probably the seventh time he had called me throughout the night, to tell me some ridiculous theory or "just to chat. " "Myrnin, do you ever sleep?" I answered, slightly annoyed, but more amused. "Why little Claire I am a vampire, I do not require such an activity," he responded. "Well what is it this time, oh boss of mine?" I replied sarcastically. "I need you to come to the lab, Claire. It is important." "What could be so important that you felt the need to wake me up at three-thirty in the morning, Myrnin?" "Hurry, Claire. I will send a portal. See you soon, cariad."

I stood up, annoyed, as this is not a rare occurrence. It is often that Myrnin calls in the middle of the night, demanding I come to the lab, while usually it is nothing important. I got dressed, half asleep, shuffled my shoes on, and grabbed my phone. I thought about telling Shane that I was leaving, but decided against it. Why should he care anymore if I was going to Myrnin's? A few weeks earlier, Shane and I had suffered a bad breakup. Why, might you ask? My supposed one-and-only was cheating on me. Not only was he cheating on me, he cheated on me with MONICA FREAKIN' MORRELL. What the hell did that bitch have over me? Shane claimed that it was a one-time thing, that it was just because I was never home, but I didn't care. I called it off. I should've known after Fight Club that Shane was no good, but he sweet-talked me into staying with him. Not this time, I thought and smirked. I wiped a stray tear away at the memory and stepped through the portal.