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Thanks for the reviews last time! Also… Michael/Eve/Monica are in the running, it's just I needed the inspiration to write those and the only one that worked (Amelie's is half done now) was Myrnin…


"He's pwiddy!" Myrnin, disturbingly, says as he points at the ugly mug of Oliver, whose eyebrows raise at this.

"What is with this weekend and people thinking you are physically pleasing, Oliver?" Amelie asks rhetorically, pinching the bridge of her forehead as she contemplates what is going on. It is evident that Myrnin is on the same combination of the drugs as Claire was yesterday – she made a full recovery – but, if she is honest, she doesn't see that much difference to his normal state of being. He is just as crazy normally; the only difference really is that he wouldn't be as complimentary of Oliver.

The object of everyone's affections at the current moment in time, Oliver, rolls his eyes at this quite evident jibe from Amelie. "Well at least people don't run from me if they see me," he attacks back, but the insult simply makes her eyebrows rise in amusement.

"Oliver, it is you they run from: I at least have the looks of a normal human woman who may be soft on the eyes whereas you appear like a paedophile, to say the least," she shoots back.

This makes the high, already semi forgotten man, Myrnin whoop and clap his hands in agreement with Amelie's statement which causes the attention to be reverted to him. this, of course, makes the already vain man decide that he wants to do something crazy to make them all admire him more than they already do.

The only thing he can think of in this current time is a little kissy, kissy time with either Amelie or the really hot Ollypop! Well, honestly, Amelie scares him: the whole 'mess with me and I will kill you' thing she has going on… well, the way that she is looking at him suggests to him that she wouldn't be very happy.

But Oliver: his eyes are huge and purple – Myrnin doesn't know why – whilst his lips seem so damned red… totally kissable, totally perfect for him to be with. And the fact that he is smaller (yes, smaller, Myrnin can choose his own vocab, you know) in both age and appearance, so he can't try and kill him for this. So, surreptitiously (or he thinks it is), he begins to snake across the room to Oliver, who seems surprised that Myrnin is moving closer to him. yet he doesn't dare move closer to Amelie, so stays in the same place…

… A decision which he regrets mere moments later, when Myrnin's hands clench his shoulders and his head moves closer to his own. "Get off of me, you fool!" he yells as the lips of the curly haired man descend towards his… and then they hit them with a loud and wet SMACK!

Myrnin realises with a start that he is enjoying this much more than he thought he would do, his kissing technique refining itself as his thrusts his tongue in the unwilling mouth of Oliver, who fights as hard as possible to get the crazy and drugged scientist off of him.

He wouldn't have managed to escape if Myrnin didn't then decide that he doesn't want to be kissing Oliver… no, he wants to kiss little Claire, his assistant and fellow scientist. He has… well, he doesn't love her but the desire to kiss her has been there for so long and now that he has the influence of the drugs over him, he may as well take advantage of the excuse: he doesn't think he is drugged, but Amelie said he is.

He can go and see his fellow drugged person, can't he? That'll be funny!

So he releases Oliver, the released person heaving to try and remove the mass of spit Myrnin's intrusive kiss left in his mouth, and turns around. Everything seems so much brighter than normal, almost as if he has left the new light he made on in the lab and the effects are radiating across the entire town. And it is so shiny; everything seems nice and new, strange but pretty patterns appearing across everything in the room.

Amelie's face changes shape as he looks at her, elongating and the chin squaring off so she looks more like a man. "Whoever gave you that plastic surgery, Amelie, ought to be shot: you look more like a man than you did before," the high scientist sniggers at his 'joke' which only succeeds in making Amelie's face contort further.

She makes to grab him but he staggers away towards the portal, dashing through it into the Glass House, where the person he wants to see is sitting with her boyfriend and two best friends. Oh yeah, Myrnin forgot about the fact that 'his' Claire is dating the smelly boy called Shane.

"You, boy," he clicks his fingers at Shane and slurs his words, alerting the three humans to his presence with a start for them. "You smell of poo… it isn't very pleasant, I would recommend sorting that incontinence issue you have as well," Myrnin continues, glee filling his tone as he realises he doesn't want to kiss Claire…

… he just wants to insult her.

Shane shakes his head slightly but the wave of embarrassment that passes over his face suggests to the others in there that Myrnin is telling the truth, that Shane has an issue with his toilet timing.

"You, get a hairdresser – you look like a giant spider and smell not much better," he laughs spitefully at Eve, whose rolling of her eyes is the only reaction she has… he's high, she realises with a laugh at the same time as a concerned Claire does.

"You need to get a life coach," Eve snaps back at him before he can get onto insulting Michael or Claire. This stuns Myrnin enough to, even in his drugged state, stop the insults and look at Eve in genuine interest.

"A life coach – someone to tell me how to kill?" he gets the wrong end of the stick entirely, making them all regret Eve's words. "I cannot believe we vampires haven't cashed into that market yet: that would be perfect! After all, there are all the aspiring human murderers and some of our vampire residents seem to have an issue with killing," he continues, rubbing his hands together with glee with a pointed look at Michael.

"Go ask Amelie," Claire says in a flat voice, challenging him.

"I will," he says proudly, disappearing with a grin through the portal. This makes them all look at Claire now, knowing that Amelie will indulge her pet alchemist anything… so long as he is sane.

"Oh, chill, he's high – Eve can tell," she rolls her eyes and flips them off, refocusing on the tv until the disgruntled noises make her continue. "If he was being sane, he wouldn't go to Amelie. As I have a pretty good idea that since she is in a bad mood after yesterday, he is staying away from her… particularly, also, as she just received her statement as to how much he spent on equipment for the lab and food for Bob," she smiles…

… through the portal comes the unmistakeable sounds of Myrnin screaming… in pain or not? That is the question!


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Vicky xx