The vampires around the room all smiled, showing lethal fangs. Claire nodded and only said 'Yes Bishop' with an adoring smile on her face. She would do anything for him, because he was the only thing that mattered. She did frown, however and this caught Bishops attention. 'Is there something wrong?' he asked. 'Well…' Shane and Eve held their breath as Claire paused. 'They aren't my friends. I know them, but I don't want anything to do with them. Not anymore, because I have you now' She threw her arms around Bishops neck and hugged him. Shane and Eve stared with horror. Bishop chuckled and smiled tauntingly at them, then said 'now, what shall we kill them with?'
After a brief discussion, a vampire approached Bishop with a sword in his hands. Bishop took it and handed it to Claire, who was waiting patiently next to the throne. 'Will this do then Claire? Is it not a suitable weapon for you to kill these people with?' Claire took it and held it up to the light. 'Beautiful' she murmured. 'Claire, you can't kill us, we're your best friends!' Eve pleaded. 'Claire, listen to us, you don't have to do this!' Shane said. Neither one truly believed Claire was so under Bishops control that she would kill them. That thought was destroyed however, as Claire, with perfect aim, spun round and chopped off the head of the vampire behind her. His body thudded to the floor and the blood flowed down the stairs. 'It's perfect' Claire announced, and started down the stairs, her sneakers squelching in the blood.
'Which one should I kill first then?' she called to Bishop, who hadn't seemed the slightest bit surprised at Claire's sudden skill with a sword. 'Hmmm…' he pondered. 'Kill the girl. She won't last long anyway'. She nodded and headed towards Eve. The vampire who had hold of Eve let her go and assisted his partner in dragging Shane out the way. He was shouting at Bishop and struggling, but he was no match for a vampire's strength.
Eve backed away from Claire, obviously terrified. 'C-claire bear, come on, you don't know what you're doing' she pleaded, her voice breaking with fear. Claire didn't hesitate, didn't stop but kept on advancing. The distance between them was becoming shorter and shorter. Claire lifted her arm to bring the sword down, as Eve watched with horror. The sword whistled through the air and Shane screamed out as Claire brought it down, but it clanged onto the marble floor. Eve had moved at the last second, and now lay on the floor a few metres away. Shane sagged with relief, but gasped as he saw the blade, dripping red. All the vampires in the room had their fangs out at the scent of Eve's blood, but none would make a move without Bishops permission. Eve didn't move as Claire started walking towards her. She could feel the excitement rising in her chest as she thought of Bishops reaction when she killed this girl. He would be proud of her, so proud. She had to do this, she would make Bishop so happy.
Eve shakily got to her feet after a couple of seconds, but Shane gasped as she turned round to face Claire. Her entire arm was red, the gash wasn't visible but it must have been deep, as blood was pouring from her arm and there was a steady drip-drip-drip as it hit the floor. The vampires around the room were shaking with the effort to hold back. Claire steadily advanced as Eve stumbled backwards. For once, her deathly pale complexion wasn't makeup. She looked about to faint. In a few minutes, she was backed up against the wall with no way out. Claire stopped and brought the sword up, and Eve screamed as it was brought down and-