All rights goes to the amazing Rachel Caine!

This is set after Shane has found out about his Dad's head being in a jar and after Claire never told him about his father.

Shane P.O.V

I always thought I could trust Claire, my dad in a jar. I just could not think about it about it anymore. I looked round the glass house and laid my eyes on Claire, "Shane, listen I thought I was doing what was best for you" her eyes were field with tears. I just looked at her brown eyes, the way her hair fell just past her shoulders.

"Shane, say something… please" she begged me. I looked round the living room of the glass house, empty glasses left on the table as well as an empty pizza box from last night. Controllers spread out on the floor.

I look at Claire a tear now escaping her eye "I can't do this right now" I grab my coat on the side and leave not worrying that the sun is settling and that I have no keys to get home with. I walk past the house, lights on, curtains closed and the clicking of locks on the doors.

I just walk, I don't know how long I am walking for but I end up at founders square. The wind blows through my hair and the smell of rot and flowers flows through me. I realise this town has never been home, the fucking vamps killed my Sister, killed my mum and put my fucking Dads head in a jar.

I run, I run past the guards and throw myself through the doors of ice queen's office.

"Excuse Mr Collins but have you not heard of curtsy and knocking?" the bitch tells me, "I want permission to leave, today" I tell her instead of asking.

"And why Mr Collins would I allow you, the most trouble maker in this town to leave?"

I look at her; I really look at her for the first time. Her blond her tied up in a neat bun, a skirt a top and a cream blazer. "You killed my sister; you killed my mum and you put my dad's head in a jar for your stupid town… I think I deserve this."

She looks to her right, there's nothing there but it looks like she is thinking. Maybe she will allow me this one the thing.

"Shane," She looks at me with no smile, just her glare "I will allow you this one thing but you have to leave now and return in 6 years to this day. You will keep your memory's however we will know if anyone finds out and if they do you know what will happen."

"Thank you." I stand and leave. "Shane" she calls my name, "leave now before I change my mind, you understand."

I turn to her and nod, when I go outside it is already dark but there is a car waiting for me from Amelie, I get in, start the engine and I am out of this town. I pass the border out of Morganville and Amelie was right, I kept my memories.

All I could think about was Claire, my whole drive for a new life for 6 years.

6 Years Later

My phone rings, and I murmur out and roll over and lay flat on my pillow of my bed. I move my hand over to the side of my bed and grab my phone "ello?" I ask, "Shane Collins, you're not on your way? You are expected back here in 6 hours" she hangs up. Oh crap. I get out of bed; put my hands through my choppy hair. I have not changed much since I left. My hair still is the same just shorter. I went back to college and got a degree in mechanics. I rented an apartment and got bulldog named Max.

I grabbed a suitcase under my unmade bed and start shoving items in. Grabbed my wallet. Flung two 50 bucks on the side and walked out. "Max!" He jumped in the back of my black land rover. I flung my bag in the passenger's door. Took one last look of the town a round me and drive back to Morganville.

Ever since I left I could never forgive myself for leaving Claire, I wish I asked to take her with me. I love Claire. I never should have left her. "I am a fucking idiot" I shout as I bang my hand on the steering wheel and Maxs barks.

I drive through the borders of Morganville and my phones rings again "Hello?"

"Mr Collins, welcome back to Morganville, I am guessing you are going back to the glass house? Correct" I make a nodding sound over the phone "Good" and she hangs up the phone.

"Welcome to Morganville Max!" I shout and give a massive fake grin. It has not changed much in 6 years. The streets are still the same and the people are still the same.

My feelings for Claire jump right up the surface when I pull up to the glass house, I grab my bag, "common Max" I shout and run up the steps and knock on the massive glass house door.

"Shane!" Eve looks at me then to Max, "You brought a friend" and she elopes me with a massive hug, she takes my bag "common dog breath… I am not talking about the dog" Eve never changes, she's older, has a new pixie black hair cut with purple strikes and the normal goth make up. She never changes.

I look around the living room; nothing has changed since I left. The same décor, the same controllers on the floor. "Is Claire at work?" I ask looking round the room.

Eve looks at me and even with all the make up on her face goes pale "Shane," she starts then stops looking at the floor "Claire's been dead for 4 years now" and just like that my heart stopped.

Hope you like the begging of the story.

Much Love xxx