Hello! Welcome to the third and maybe final part of this seemingly ongoing forever story. I have a very active imagination. I have to get a cavity filling next week. So, I might just be woozy enough that when I come home, there might be a very obscure chapter.

Heh.

So! I know some of you hate me for bringing you-know-who back. Well, you know what?

I donno.

I just couldn't think of anyone more evil. Well, there might be Audrey…

Nah, she's just a psycho bitch. Hehe. Anyhow, read on you luxurious velvet cakes!

Claire Danvers shivered.

Everything was going wrong. All wrong.

She couldn't fight her!

She only ment to confront her!

Claire stood on a battle feild of dirt in the middle of no where.

Where was Myrnin? Amelie? Everyone was gone. Gone, gone, gone.

How could Oliver do this to her?

Then Claire flinched at the booming voice command the word that very well might end her life.

"Begin."

-One Week Earlier-

"And, king me!"

Oliver sat motionless on the other side of the checkers board. He then took the board and tipped it over. The pieces toppled to the floor with tiny pings.

Myrnin leaned in to Oliver's face. "Nobody likes a sore loser, Oliver!"

Oliver rolled his eyes, got up, and walked back to his office. "Come on! Best three out of five!"

Claire brought Myrnin the drink he asked for. "He's just sour because you're a better strategist than him."

"Maybe. Or he's part woman and is… um, what is it? PMSing."

"What?

"Nothing," Myrnin replied quickly, "Anyway, have you gotten those calculations yet?" Claire reaching into her new brown tote and pulled out a binder. "Well, sort of," Claire responded, pulling out a series of papers, "but your handwriting is worse than mine when I was in kindergarten."

"What! My handwriting is just fine," Myrnin scoffed and grabbed some of the papers. Claire leaned over and pointed to a sentence. "What is that? It looks like seismometer data." "It says, 'The roundabout of the gears in the glass help the computer move better than technology.'"

"Well, that is more wrong than Oliver's sense of humor and I could not read that if my life depended on it."

Myrnin glared at her. "If you still worked for me, I'd so fire you."

Claire sipped her mocha. "But I don't," she flicked his nose, "so deal with it."

Then the bell rang at the door signifying someone else has entered. Claire couldn't help but take a peek; and she immediately regretted it. Monica walked in with Gina and Jenifer.

Claire turned and angrily shuffled through more papers. "Bitches at five o' clock," she grumbled. Myrnin looked at the watch he was wearing. "But it's two in the afternoon."

"Oh, this is rich." Claire could recognize Monica's toxic voice from anywhere. Now that she thought of it, she reminded Claire of Audrey. Audrey has been locked up for almost a month now, but she could still feel her presence.

She had come to burn down Morganville and take Myrnin back. Yeah. Apparently, he had dated that psychopath in the past. Did she mention that Audrey was Amelie's sister? Well, she was Amelie's sister. Claire knew that Amelie could be a bitch sometimes, but Audrey brought it to a whole new level. Audrey was the one who set the Glass House fire that killed her best friend Eve and her boyfriend Shane.

Must run in the family. Bishop, Audrey, and Amelie. The family that acts totally sadistic together, stays together!

After they died, Michael had been a wreck, so he went with Amelie on this weird retreat. She had actually worked some psychic mojo on him to make him feel better. Oh, and use Michael's aura to speak with Samuel Glass.

It seems that Audrey and Amelie had stronger minds than others from the start. But Audrey chose to gain power, while Amelie almost never used it. Oh! And, from Myrnin telling her, Claire had gone flipping nuts when Audrey and her spirit cronies to capture her, Myrnin, Oliver, Michael, and Amelie.

Heh.

When Myrnin turned Claire, he had given her too much of his blood. So her body became dependent on it. So, Claire had been so close to kicking her sick addiction, but when she got crazy and bit Myrnin, taking about half of the blood in his body, she had kick started it right back up.

Now, she needed about two pints a day. Yay? I don't think so. Not only was she more guilty than she ever had been in her entire life, Claire had an almost constant headache. And the headache would turn to sick, which would turn to absolutely nuts if she didn't get her next fix.

She was a Myrnin-blood-junkie! Ugh!

And it really chapped her ass that Myrnin seemed to be fine with it. Was he a masochist or something? Claire really needed to crack the code for staying sane so well like Myrnin. [Ironic sentence.] Because if she didn't crack that, she was pretty sure she'd crack and kill him.

Anyway, back to the present.

"What do you want, Monica?" Claire hissed. "Are you seriously with this guy?" she scoffed,
"He looks like twice your age."

Myrnin smirked. "With age, there's experience." Jenifer sent a quick glance his way.

Monica rolled her eyes. "Of course. I thought you were working for him." "Just buzz off before I call pest control," Claire shot back, stealing from Oliver. It's like that man had a freaking list of mean things to say to people. Every time, it was something new. Insect, pest, something monkey related, or something in another language.

Myrnin chuckled, noticing the plagiarism. "I wouldn't recommend hanging around a hungry vampire, girls."

Claire thought she saw a flash of fear in Monica's eyes. But she simply flipped her hair back. "Right. See you, Claire," she was about walk away when she said, "I didn't see you at graduation, you know. Where were you? With him?" Monica sent a disgusted glance Myrnin's way. Jenifer scoped him once more, but it definitely wasn't disgusted.

"You could say that," Claire breathed.

On the night of her graduation, Claire was as sick as a dog. Why? Two days earlier, she had been shot twice in the chest by vengeful Frank Collins. Which is how she became a vampire. Well, not being shot, but- oh, you get my point.

"Oh, wow," Monica mused, obviously having the wrong idea, "I don't even want to know." And with that, the three left.

"She is one ripe apple," Myrnin said absently watching her walk away.

"Myrnin!"

"That's for criticizing my handwriting."

The house Myrnin bought with his 6 mill finally felt like home. They had everything in place, everything there. Myrnin had his lab in the basement, their bedroom was upstairs, a comfy couch next to the stairwell, with a flat screen in front of it.

Myrnin opened the door for Claire and then followed her in himself. It being about 95 degrees outside, it was nice to come home to AC.

Claire plopped down on the couch. "Why is it so hot? Or more importantly, why is it so sunny?" Claire, being a very young vampire, was very sensitive to the sun.

"This is Texas. What else do you expect?"

Myrnin had picked up a few letters from the mailbox out front. "Bill, bill, bill, Jia!" He tossed the other letters on the kitchen counter and yanked out the paper from the golden envelope.

"What's a Jia?" Claire asked, "Is that like the Chia Pet thing? Ja-Ja-Ja Jia!" Myrnin said nothing, only read the letter. "Myrnin?" Claire asked the air.

He chuckled and leaned back against the counter top. Claire sighed, hopped up, and was over to Myrnin in a blur. "What is-"

Myrnin folded up the letter, put it into his pocket, and walked to a drawer. Claire scooted in front of him. "Myrnin! Are you listening?" Claire questioned, feeling clingy. "It's nothing. Just… Just an old friend," he replied, reached behind her, and pulled out a piece of paper. "Who? A guy friend? Or another psycho ex?" Myrnin laughed. "It's my sire, Claire."

"Y-Your what?"

"You know, the vampire who turned me?"

"I know what a vampire's 'sire' means," Claire responded, "I just thought most vampires…" Claire trailed off. "Well, I'm not like most vampires. Some vampires loose contact with the people who gave them eternity, but never have."

"So, Jia is her name?"

"Yes. Well, her full name is Jia Wonlinn. But I call her Jia." [Pronounced Shzeea.]

"Isn't that Chinese?"

Myrnin smiled. "Yes it is. You've been studying." Myrnin bent down and began to write characters in pen on the blank paper. "Are those Chinese characters?" Claire breathed. "Mandarin to be precise."

"Whoa," Claire exhaled. Myrnin knew so many languages, "So you were turned by a Chinese vampire?"

"Well, a mixture of Chinese and Korean, but correct."

"Hm."

Myrnin stopped and looked up. "Not all vampires are American, Claire." "I know, it's just weird. I'm not used to any vampire outside of Morganville."

"Which is why I intend to get us out of here."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"How? Why? Huh?"

Myrnin set the pen down and turned to Claire. "I have been trapped in this little town for over forty years. I want to know how the world has evolved!" Myrnin sighed, "And Jia has invited us to join her on her around the world trip."

"Wait. Us?" Claire asked, and felt her cheeks warm, "You talk about me?" "Of course. She's a main outlet. Well, besides you of course. And she keeps asking questions," Myrnin pulled out the paper from his pocket and unfolded it, "Like here. She asked if you were doing alright since Audrey."

"You told her about that?" Claire squeaked.

"Like I said. Outlet."

"Little personal, don't you think?"

Myrnin smiled softly. "I think of Jia like she was my mother. She's basically my best friend. If you don't want me to…"

"Wow. You're that close?"

"Yes," Myrnin replied, leaning against the counter top.

"Well, it's fine, I guess. Everyone needs and outlet."

"I'm happy you understand. Now, about getting out of here," Myrnin continued, "Jia said that she wanted us to accompany her to England. She said that she won't go there without me. She feels out of place. And England is my homeland; I would love to see how it has blossomed."

"I think it would be cool to travel the world," Claire paused, "But I think I'd feel guilty leaving Michael behind."

"We wouldn't be gone forever," Myrnin corrected.

"Really?"

"Our home is in Morganville, I just want to see the world."

Claire thought for a second. She always thought it would be cool to travel the world. Though she never aspired to it.

"I'd love to, but what about Amelie?"

"She's the only thing standing in my way," Myrnin sighed, picking up the pen again, "But since I'm not sick anymore, she has to find a compromise."

"Why can't you just leave?" Claire questioned, "You're a grown man, you can make your own decisions."

"I know, I know. But I'm also a vampire. She just…" he trailed off, "I don't know. I'll figure it out." Then he turned and began to write down strange Mandarin characters again.

Claire sighed. To leave Morganville. It sounded like a dream.

But she knew that if they tried to leave without permission, it would turn to a nightmare.