Author Note: This is my first ever Morganville Fanfic, and I've had this idea for a while. I'm hoping that you all like it and stay with the story, because there are things that will make NO sense now, but will be revealed later...

This is set during Bishop's reign in Morganville. Not at any particular book, but just during his reign.

Also, please review!

Claire

I opened the door cautiously, holding both a stake and a bottle of silver nitrate behind my back, which may have been a little too paranoid, but hey; it was Morganville. You could never be paranoid enough really.

I had expected to see a vampire on my door, or a couple of cops, looking to arrest Shane, Me, Eve and Michael. In that order. But instead it was just a human girl, who looked like she was about 19 and was clearly not a native from the look of her wrists (empty). She had a pretty normal outfit on (white tank top, blue check shirt over the top, pair of jeans and converse, accessorised with a large backpack), but it was her hair that made her stand out. It was a flaming, bright red. That, and the fact that she was outrageously, painfully, unfairly gorgeous. She had eyes that looked like the brightest blue I had ever seen, skin that was porcelain pale and completely pore less and perfect, and lips so red they looked like she had blood on them. I would have thought she was a vampire, if she hadn't been standing in the sun.

"Hey, I'm Gwen," she said with a smile. I was stunned as I realised she had a British accent. Huh.

Why the hell was she knocking at our door?

"Hi. Errmm, I'm Claire. Look could you just wait here a second? Thanks." And with that I shut the door on her and ran into the lounge, desperately hoping Michael or Shane was there. Luckily, Eve and Michael were cuddled up on the couch watching a film.
"Claire Bear! Whats up?" Eve jumped up and hugged me, looking happy despite being interrupted.

I hesitated, not really knowing what to say. "Hey there's a British girl at the door. Is she here to kill us or what?" might not go down too well.
"Claire?" Michael looked at me with a confused expression.
"There's a girl at the door. Tall, pretty, British, ringing any bells?"
Both Eve and Michael shook their heads.
'Great,' I mumbled. I hoped she wasn't a friend of Shane's, because I so didn't want a gorgeous ex girlfriend of his randomly showing up.

Michael looked at me for a long moment and seemed to realise what I was thinking. I shrugged, not knowing what to do. He seemed to realise this too, and with the grace and speed of a vampire got up off the couch. But instead of going to the door like I expected him to, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me with a sympathetic expression on his face.
'Claire, its not night yet.' I knew what he was saying. He couldn't go to the door. Damn. Which ment I'd have to.
Or not apparently, as with a sigh Eve got up and walked to the door.
'See? Its not that hard...' She trailed off mumbling.

I followed her, because even if I really didn't want to meet another of Shane's exes, I was kinda curious about her. Of course curiosity killed the cat, but she couldn't be that dangerous could she?