So, just to tell you, this isn't set in Morganville, just a random place. There are vampires all over the world, you'll get the gist. If you read this and don't R + R I will psychically decapitate you. OOC, Lemonade. Claire POV.

I sighed in frustration and rubbed the roots of my hair. I worked out the equations again, and sighed with relief. I put it all together and there it was, I sent the information in a quick impatient email. Note to self Claire thought, don't do odd jobs for NASA again.

I pulled away from the computer for the first time in hours, and stumbled my way into the kitchen. White light poured from underneath the plastic counters. That was life, I have seen pictures of nice homely pictures where you would want to raise a family, but now it's all harsh metal and safe plastic. I pulled the ingredients out of the fridge and started chopping when a warning flash went through the kitchen. I had intruders.

I carried on chopping, they moved silently, and pretty soon I heard the clicks of guns. I sighed, place the knife down, and wiped my hands on a towel and turned around. They were a contrast to the harsh white kitchen, dressed in black, just their faces uncovered. They all had powerful guns pointed at me.

"Hello Shane." I said peacefully.

"Claire."

I sighed; he was giving me no room. I looked at him in the eye, his eyes were deep brown and unemotional. "So, why are you here?"

"Like you don't know," blurted Rad.

"Actually," I said one hand on my hip, "I have been working. I was finding a lost satellite for NASA."

"They lose satellites?"

"Apparently."

"Enough." Shane snapped, "You're wanted Claire, we aren't going to hurt you, just make sure our enemies don't get you."

"Well, this can go either way Shane. I can either kick up a fuss, or I can come with you peacefully. Who wants me?"

"Bishop." I could tell he wasn't lying. Shane didn't lie these days.

"Oh let's just take her down!" A new guy said, he raised his gun at me.

But it was shot out of his hand as Shane yelled "Put it down!"

They all whirled, and then they realised that guns were hanging down from hatches in the ceiling. Then they saw Newton, my Akita. He was watching, passively as long as I was calm.

"If I came with you, where would you take me?"

"Away." Shane said, he was the only one who hadn't moved.

I sighed and slouched against the counter, considering my choices. But there was no choice really; I would do anything to be with Shane. I nodded; he relaxed, said a few orders and then gestured for me to follow. I followed him to the back door, outside, it was chilly, and I hadn't even stopped for shoes. Too late now, we were on the move. I let Newton out, he was a clever dog, he would find me eventually.

Out in the back garden we moved to the side alley, where sleek black motor bikes where waiting. "You've got to be kidding."

Shane looked at me over his shoulder, "You're coming with me." I whimpered as he climbed onto one of them, and it roared to life.

"You don't even have helmets! Are you crazy?" Then I was bodily lifted by Rad and put on behind Shane. I squealed as Shane set off, and grabbed him around the waist.

We were out of the alley and making our way through the city. If Shane was anything, it wasn't subtle. We rode to the east, I saw it in the corner of my eye but it didn't fully register until it was too late. The next thing I knew the bike beneath me buckled and twisted and I was ripped away from Shane.

I landed in a puddle in the middle of the road, winded and gasping for breath. I could hear shouts and guns. I rolled over and tried to get to my feet, but hands were around me, cold hands.

Vampires.

Whoever had me ran from the bikers and tossed me into the SUV that the shooters had poured out of. I hit the other door, and stumbled for the door handle. My breath caught as it opened, I waited until they were driving, there were two of them, arguing in some forgotten language in the front. As the SUV turned I slipped out and ran straight forward to a dark alley.

Get out of sight My mind said, then get away.

I hid behind a dumpster, hearing the squeal of tyres. A few footsteps, then someone came into the alley. Stupid, should have gone deeper. They caught sight of me and dragged me up by my hair. I coughed, "Ysandre."

"Claire honey, you look a little wet." She pouted, and then put a knife to my throat, the cold metal nipping. "To be honest, I doubt I'll use this, it's all about show these days. I've been dying to rip into your throat. It's all the rage these days." She dragged me out into the alley. The bikers had quickly overcome the shock of the initial attack, pegged where I had been dragged to, realised that there was still a chance and had taken the SUV. They were waiting now, Shane was standing at the head, and the rest were pacing behind him like restless hunters with the SUV burning behind them.

The other vamp had run. The SUV was burning behind Shane; it was scary how little he cared for the proximity. "Shane," Ysandre purred, "I've missed you. Where have you been?" She kissed my throat. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Shane. Before we split, he would have been spitting fire he would have been so angry about that move, now, he didn't care. No, I thought as I looked at him, he cared. I was money that was all I was. A job.

Who would have guessed that slacker Shane cared for his work? Ysandre made an impatient sound in the back of her voice. Then I felt the tickle of fangs as the very tips brushed my neck softly as her jaw stretched to encompass my biggest vein. I could feel her cool breath on the side of my neck, I jerked and my hand rose to ward her off. My silver ring scolded her.

She hissed and jerked back. I looked at my ring, of course. I took it off and pressed it into her throat. As she screamed I tossed my ring into her mouth. She spat it out, and before I could get away she back handed me. Darkness consumed.

This is just a small chapter, I know, but if I get a satisfying amount of reviews I'll write a longer chapter next time ;{D

FW ;{D

P.S. Is her name Ysandre, I forget, oh well