Well this was supposed to be a one-shot but I had another idea for this story. Also just to make it clear, the poem verses reflect the overall chapter not the small story after each verse. Anyways please review!
White innocence, lady from above
Show me thy wings, fly down to me
Black clouds of turmoil rest in thy breast
From white to black, thy wings transform
No longer thee lady of above
But rather mistress of below
Myrnin watches as Claire slips back into unconsciousness. Once he was sure she was asleep he stands up, kissing her forehead, before he walks out the Psychiatric facility in the Morganville hospital. He walks down and out the hospital, it being near midnight he has nothing to worry about. He walks to the Glass House and clenches his fist so tight, his knuckles ache. He reaches the house within mere seconds thanks to his speed. He opens the door with a sadistic grin on his face, eyes turning a rust color. He looks around the livingroom before closing his eyes and letting his hearing locate his target. He darts upstairs and into Shane's room in utter silence. The dark room is nothing to his age-old eyes that spot the sleeping form on his bed. He walks over to him and cocks his head to one side, as if he is studying a new species. After a minute or two he grabs Shane by his shirt and jerks him awake. Putting him to his feet he glares daggers. Shane jolts from the surprise awakening before he gets ready to hit Myrnin. Myrnin stops him by grabbing his right fist, aimed at his gut, and squeezes with enough force to show he can shatter bones.
"Argh.." Shane yelps in pain before bitting his lip. Myrnin continues to stare at Shane, teeth bared and a low growl ripping through the silence. Putting the saying 'if looks could kill' on a whole new level.
"Listen to me mongrel," Myrnin says, an old accent hinting his angered voice. "I will not forgive you for what you did to Claire, and I promise you if something like this happens again," another low growl, "I swear I'll have your head and hang it on my mantel." He pushes him back and Shane falls on his bed, squirming to gain his composure. By the time he was on his feet Myrnin was gone. Gone to return to his troubled angel.
Lost and forgotten You fall to your knees
Praying to god to spare you from these
Haunting and terrifying voices that speak
Die my sweet angel, the crimson death of peace
Claire awakens a few hours later and smiles as she sees Michael coming in with two cups of coffee. Michael smiles his signature heart breaker smile and walks over to her bedside, sitting in the chair that Myrnin occupied.
"Hey sleeping beauty. You feeling better?" He asks and Claire nods. She tries to swallow but her throat was too dry, so she points to the container of water. Michael pours her and a cup and helps her sit up to drink it.
"Thanks." She croaks out after taking a few gulps. Michael smiles sadly before leaning back in his chair. Glancing at Eve than back at her, he shakes his head.
"You know Eve will kill you for pulling a stunt like that." He says matter-of-factly. Claire smiles weakly, the pain meds still in effect. She sighs and turns her head towards Eve.
"I'm sorry.." She whispers, barely audible but she knew Michael could hear her. He sighs and grabs her hand in his.
"I know, but next time Claire, tell us when somethings wrong. You shouldn't have to resort to this." He says gently and she looks into his blue eyes. 'He's lying. They don't care.' A small voice in the back of her head whispers. Claire forces a smile and nods. She closes her eyes and bites he lower lip.
"Wake Eve up, I rather have her kill me now than later." She forces a strained laugh. Michael nods and walks over to Eve. He wakes her gently and hands her the coffee he bought her. She takes a sip, eyes still closed and sighs. When she opens them she gets up and walks over to Claire and for a long moment they hold each others gaze. After a few moments in silence, Eve hugs Claire tightly and chokes back a sob.
"Oh god Claire..I thought you was gone.." she whispers and breaks apart, until she's arms length away. She studies her closely before lightly hitting Claire on the head. "Don't you EVER do that again! Do you hear me CB?" She scolds and Claire does laugh this time. She nods and they talk for a while before the pain meds kick in again and put her back to sleep. 'This is all a lie. Nobody wants you.' The voices whispers before she falls completely unconscious.
Bloody palms, bloody skin
Angel you did it again
So terrifyingly beautiful
The way the crimson surrounds you
My angel I promise to be here
Even when the crimson rivers run dry
Myrnin makes his way back to the hospital via portal. He gets there as soon as she fell back asleep. He mentally curses himself that he wasn't there like he promised. He says goodbye to Michael and Eve as they go back home for the morning. He smiles as he sees Claire's sleeping form, her hair falling over her eyes as she shifts in her bed. He sits beside her in his earlier seat and thinks to himself 'how did this happen?'
A few hours later a nurse comes in to tell him she can go home now. He nods stiffly, uncomfortable with other humans. He looks back at Claire and smiles. He gets up and pulls out hiss cell phone, the one Claire forced him to get, and calls Michael. He informs him that he should pick up Claire unless he wants her to have a heart attack if he drives. Michael agrees to meet him in a couple of minutes and hangs up.
All around her, Claire can feel her friends comfort and love, but yet somehow it didn't seem right. Something wasn't right. She sits in her subconscious as the meds keep her asleep, facing herself. The other Claire looked exactly the same except for the dark glint in her eyes and the menacing smirk on her face.
"You know they don't care. Who would care about you?" It says to her. She shakes her head violently and glares at her split image.
"You're lying. They do care, Michael, Eve, Myrnin, they all care." She protests. The other Claire just shakes her head in disapproval.
"Yeah sure, or maybe its for show? Amelie could easily tell them to act so your parents don't think anything bad and take you away. No one likes you, they are only using you. Just like Shane did." The comment stung more than she thought it would. Claire winces and averts her gaze.
"No..you're lying.." her weak voice gave away how vulnerable she was now.
"It's true. Why do you think he kept doing it? Time after time and you knew. You knew he didn't care deep down yet you stayed. 'Cause its the right thing to do.'" The dark Claire laughs a weird twisted laugh that makes Claire terrified.
"Stop it.." She whispers, looking at her feet.
"There's a way to make it all go away you know." It says. Claire's head snaps up at this and the other smirks. "You only started it. You did it the wrong way though. Vampires can easily smell blood on the outside, but not if they aren't there." It says and Claire's eye widen in fear and shock.
"W-Will..will it make the pain go away?" She asks, her voice sounding small, fragile. The other nods and stands up, offering her hand.
"Come, time for you to wake up. If you want the pain to stop, you know what to do." Claire nods slowly, and takes the hand of her inner self. Slowly waking to the world she fears.
Angel, can you trust me?
Although you cry and scream
They've broken you too many times
But I will guide you from the edge
Angel, will you trust me?
Sorry I know this was bland and not much interesting happened but next chapter will be better. Please review what you think!