I groaned as the sun light streamed through by bedroom window. I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
It had been four days since Eve's death.
Shane had immediately packed his shit and left, but he called every day and told me that he was fine and that he loved me and Michael. Some love it must have been. If he actually felt anything for me or Mike he should've stayed.
I hadn't yet faced Michael.
He blamed me for his wife's death.
Because I was, apparently, a vampire assistant.
I, again, apparently, allowed Amelie to drain Eve of all her blood. I'd given Oliver the time that Eve would be turning the corner, because I'd studied her time table.
I'm the one who helped Oliver and Amelie kill Eve because I was their loyal little dog, doing everything they bid me to do.
Because I have no self worth, and thoughts of my own.
I grabbed the nearest thing and threw it across the room, and screamed into my pillow. Frustration over whelmed me and I flung off the covers and stormed down stairs.
Michael was still wallowing in self pity, having not moved from that bloody chair for the past forty eight hours. "Michael!" I snapped. This fight was a long time coming and I couldn't keep it all in for much longer. He didn't move, didn't even twitch a finger. I scowled and ran my hands through my hair that now stopped at my shoulder blades.
"Michael, seriously, I'm not doing this any more! Eve's dead! Get the fuck over it!"
Slowly Michael moved his head in my direction, than I was against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat, rising my feet off the ground slightly.
"You don't think I know that, Claire!"
The words sounded like they'd been ripped from his throat, raw and stricken with so much pain I stopped struggling and saw his blue eyes turn slightly red, then he raised his eyebrows and let them go completely dark.
"I could kill you right now and avenge her. I should end your worthless, pitiful life. No one'll miss you any way."
"Would Eve want you to do that?"
Michael whirled and locked eyes with Myrnin. I sagged against the wall, slightly concerned about the two highly emotional and territorial vampires scowling at each other.
"I'm sure Eve would like a very, out there funeral. With lots of tears, and music, and drama. She'd want to leave the world with a band, don't you think? I don't believe she would be very pleased with you if you killed her best friend."
"What would you know about them being friends?" Michael spat back at him. "You're only doing this so you're little bloody animal will live."
"The only animal here right now, Glass, is you." Myrnin leaned against the wall, arms across his chest as he raised his eyebrows at Michael. I stood and walked slowly over to Myrnin and stood behind him, facing Michael.
"Maybe it's best if I go to the labs for a few days." I said quietly. Michael's face twisted and he turned away.
"Yeah, sure. Leave me like every one else did. Good fucking friend you are."
I stepped in front of Myrnin. "Well, I'm not the one who almost killed me Michael!"
"So what!? I'm not allowed to be explosive and show emotion!?"
"No!" I screamed, on the verge of tears. "Not if it puts people in danger! I understand you're upset, really I do, but you can't push people away from you then get upset when they leave!"
I took a few steps toward him, then gave up and ran gripping him tightly to me, bringing his head down to rest on my shoulder when he broke down, clutching my body to his, tears falling down his face as he shook with heart wrenching sobs.
He dropped to his knees, pulling me down with him and I rocked him like I would a baby, comforting him, telling him it will all be okay when Myrnin crouched down, and raised his eyebrows. I nodded and he disappeared back to his labs.
I stayed there for an age and eventually Michael fell asleep, his arms still holding on to me tightly when I called for Myrnin, and he came to me.
"Can you take him to the couch?" I whispered. Myrnin nodded and silently lifted Michael into his arms and carried him over to the bigger couch, laying him down with surprising tenderness. I stood, and winced at the oncoming cramps in my legs, as I picked up the blanket from hanging over the back of a chair, and draped it over him. I cupped the side of his face and kissed his forehead.
"I'll be back later, Michael. I won't leave you."
