A/N: Wahhhh!!!!! T-T Just because I'm writing this story for my own amusement doesn't mean that I don't want reviews!! Come on people!! Feedback! Feedback! I've already gotten notices that people have been marking this for story alert!! It's not that hard to write a review is it?! Something like "Hey! This is great! I really really liked it! Please update soon . . ." yada yada yada . . . (sighs) Sorry . . . I just completely ranted . . . but I really like reviews . . . they feed my inspiration . . .

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Chapter 2: A Talk With Amelie

Claire rushed out of the car, slamming the door behind her, hearing Eve's door slam at the same time. The two girls rushed up the walkway where the boys, Shane and Michael, were waiting for them.

Though Claire was Protected, she still didn't trust the night streets and her classes had kept her out late. As she passed over the doorway, Claire let out a small sigh of relief. Eve slammed the door closed behind her as she came in before smiling and clapping her hands together before rubbing them in a half-eager, half-sinister way. "Alright then. What's for dinner?" she asked, looking at the two boys. Shane shrugged and Michael looked at Claire with a slightly ashamed, but more expectant look.

Claire sighed. "Alright . . . Just let me put my stuff in my room and I'll fix something." She said with a roll of her eyes.

Shane smiled and then plopped down on the couch to play video games, and Michael gave her a small, thankful smile as well.

Eve just rolled her eyes. "You're way too nice CB." She said, but there was a hint of a laugh embedded in her words.

Out of all four of the residents of the Glass House, only Claire could cook anything good. Shane made an excellent chili . . . but it was about the only thing he could make.

Claire headed up the stairs and went down the hall to her room. But when she opened the door and stepped through, it wasn't her room that she was in, but a study of some sort.

And sitting at a table, looking just as cool as ever, was Amelie.

"Have a seat Claire." She said as she inclined her head towards a chair on the other side of the table. In her hands, held steadily, was an envelope. An opened envelope.

Claire made her way to the table and sat in the chair, setting her things down beside her. "What's that ma'am?" Claire asked politely as she pointed at the envelope.

Amelie smiled. One that almost looked real if it didn't seem so out of place on the vampire ice queen's face. "A letter Claire. It's from your cousin up in Forks." She said as she passed it over to the eighteen year old.

Claire frowned as she took the letter. "You read it." She said, rather unsurprised. After all, in Morganville, everything was monitored.

Amelie nodded. "I did. Isabella informs you that she prefers to be called 'Bella,' and she will be coming for a month long visit. You might want to read it yourself though Claire. It seems that Bella's developed a rather . . . interesting condition." She said, that unnatural smile showing up once more on Amelie's face.

Claire nodded as she slipped the letter into her things. "Thank you for telling me ma'am." She said softly, wondering if she was finished and could leave.

Amelie nodded. "You may go Claire." She said as she gracefully waved a hand over at the door.

Claire nodded and thanked Amelie again before exiting the room, bags in hand. Once she had closed the door, she opened it again and sighed. It was her room being shown through the doorway. She stepped in and dropped her stuff before flopping down on her bed. Her cousin was coming to stay for a month . . . That was a good thing . . . wasn't it?

A/N: Yay!! This chapter is longer than the last!! Let's hope I keep this up! Reviews will probably help. (happy smile)