Myrnin and Claire – Manic Day
1. Walking
Claire's POV
I walked, as usual, down the old, concrete roads of silent, early-morning Morganville. Just another day risking my life for Science, I thought as I made my way to my boss' lab. In any other town, walking to work in the pre-dawn darkness would be a normal thing for many people, but as this is Morganville, there's nothing normal about it. Street-lamps spaced too far apart to give enough light to the eerie streets (and they only worked half the time), too many pitch- black corners and cold dead ends. This could only be the work of vampires. And of course, I had to get a job with possibly the most dangerous and strangely, occasionally sweet vampire, Myrnin. Frozen at about the age of 25, with a Scottish/Irish accent, shoulder-length, wavy, brown hair, pale almost see-through skin and a constantly changing temperament (from happy to forgetful to manic) , Myrnin was in one word – terrifying. And here I was, turning the corner past the huge Day house into a long alleyway, which seemed to get narrower as you walked along like a funnel. It was dark, it was cold, it was eerie and it was the home of the trap-door spider, or in other words – Myrnin. I reached the end of the alleyway, turned a slight corner and was standing in front of a familiar, small, worn shack. I opened the creaky door of the shack and stood inside for a moment, hesitating. I took a deep breath the smelt - and tasted – of both mould and chemicals, and started down the stairs into what would be, just another day of work in Myrnin's lair.