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Hello there guys! Missed you. *Hugs tightly, and shall never let go* I haven't updated in a while because well.. I had really bad writers block... soooooo I got myself a Twin. Her name is Clyrnin forever. OMG she is brilliant. Amazing even. This chapter made me so excited, and I cannot wait to see your reviews. She is so much better than me haha. But we are co-writing this together, and I shall let you know who wrote which chapter and if we both co-write a chapter. Well this is amazing, and you need to check out her fanfiction's too! Oh goodness me, enjoy this and savour every moment. Another chapter will be with you soon, rather than every 2 months.. hopefully.
Here is Chapter 3 by the amazing Clyrnin forever. Enjoy. XO
Chapter 3- The Last Drop
Myrnin's POV:
This is heaven. As I begin to kiss her neck, my intentions clear, the beast arises, and only Claire, my sweet, innocent Claire, can pull me back as she pulls our lips back together. Slowly, I become aware of another presence, and using my extraordinary senses, I discover the intruder just as she coughs to make herself known.
"Amelie?" I gasp, and feel Claire stiffen beneath me. I rise swiftly from this compromising position and see Amelie, stood next to a lab table with her mouth in the shape of an O.
The Ice Queen has finally been shocked into silence, my mind whispers and I chuckle, which brings Amelie back to herself. Regaining her composure, she brushes her arms along her white coat and clears her throat before finally speaking. "Myrnin. Claire." She punctuates each with a swift nod, to which I bow regally, my nose mere inches from the floor. Claire giggles behind me, a light-hearted sound that does nothing for Amelie's mood.
She continues as if nothing has happened, though the temperature seems to drop by a few degrees as she speaks. "So Myrnin, my old friend" the word seems to pain her somehow, like she is spitting out liquid silver "how is your work?" Ah, an attempt at civility in the presence of little Claire, although the anger is evident under those cool irises of hers; she is biding her time. Worse is to come, and I fear that I will pay dearly for this. What have I done that was so awful though!, my mind screams the thoughts I fear to put into words.
"Everything is going perfectly well, m'dear. And with you? Your duties as the Founder?" Claire is becoming more and more confused as the scene unfolds, as though she understands physics, has a (faint) grasp on alchemy, and yet social etiquette has left her dumbfounded.
Amelie raises one perfectly sculptured eyebrow and replies "Smoothly I assure you. Oliver-" she hesitates on the name "has tried to enter our town once more, but my guards... Persuaded him to stay away." Her former lover, now discarded from her mind with little more consequence to Amelie then the dead.
Claire finally breaks into the conversation with a foolish reminder of all that has occurred "So Amelie, this chit-chat is maddening, what are you going to do about what has occurred?" Of course Claire would not be able to handle the suspense. How typical of a human. Amelie's eyes flash a shocking scarlet for a moment, a threat display that my little bird misses entirely, much to my dismay. She continues "Well? Are you going to stop us working together? Change me? Order me to leave and never come back? Kill me? Or-or let us get back to work?" Her bravado fails her as Claire's eyes meet mine fleetingly before fixing back on Amelie.
Well well well, that was a... Complicated look. Only a fool would misinterpret the 'work' she referred to, and Amelie is no fool. Her eyebrows rise fleetingly, and it is evident that Amelie is not used to being spoken to like this from the fact that her anger seems to fade for now. She retorts sharply, her anger building once more "Claire, I will not be spoken to in that manner, so if you would like to escape with your throat intact, now is the time to leave. Now." The air is almost thick with the crackling of her power, but somehow, this wonderful girl stands her ground, even keeping eye contact with Amelie. I admire her so much in that moment, both for her will and her beauty as her hair is lifted around her. Somehow the two have ended up in a stare-off that should be impossible, and yet it is Amelie that looks away first.
"You may stay if you must." Amelie relents, and I am overcome with joy as Claire turns to me with a fleeting grin before she sits - or rather, she collapses - back onto the couch, her eyes beguiling to droop instantly.
I grab her soft hand instantly, a question in my eyes, to which she nods reassuringly. I cannot help worrying about my little bird; she grows weary too quickly nowadays. We look towards Amelie, who has perched upon a lab table and still appears elegant. She looks at both of us in turn, before sighing and saying "I will say this once, so listen. Both of you." She looks meaningfully at me - of course I listen! What does she take me for, a mad scientist?! - then continues. "This may not happen ever again, you understand me? I cannot have anything ruining Myrnin; he has only just recovered his sanity" she says this lightly, as if the idea of me being sane amused her greatly "and the loss of Ada hit him hugely. There is also the wrath of Shane" I scoff at the idea, but she goes on "and others in the Glass House, as well as the repercussions in the town, some of which neither of you could fathom. So I have come to a decision; you cannot see each other, for work or... Pleasure. This is my one and only warning; Claire, I will escort you to the Glass House. Say your final goodbyes." And with that bombshell, she leaves, presumably to wait in a limousine.
Claire turns to me with pain evident in her eyes. "So I guess this is goodbye then." Her eyes fill with unshed tears that spill over as I engulf her in a gentle hug.
I wish her goodbye in my native tongue "Ffarwel fy aderyn bach" I say, so that she cannot comprehend what I've said, to lessen the pain of this ending that is more painful then loosing my dear sweet Ada, the love of my life.
How can I let this happen? It's simple. As I watch her walk away, I realise something.
I won't let this be goodbye.
Claire's POV:
As I leave the lab, confusion clouds my mind, and guilt. So much guilt. Oh God I was about to cheat on Shane, and the worst thing? I think I still would. Oh God. Oh God. If we hadn't been interrupted... More would have happened. Of course I can deny it all I want - nothing too bad happened - but I wasn't about to stop was I? I was undressing him when Amelie walked in! Oh God what have I done?! And why, my sick mind whispers, don't you regret it? Of course I do! Yeah. I'm happy with Shane! Yeah. Yeah...
I snap myself out of it as I reach the limo and get inside. I'm so exhausted, but there's one thing I must do before I get to the Glass House.
"Amelie?" I test the waters, wary of her response. She looks over and nods, looking as weary as me, for me to continue "I was wondering... Are you planning on telling anyone, about, you know..." I trail off and await an answer.
An awkward silence fills the vehicle as I wait, drumming my fingernails at one point, then biting them, then cracking my knuckles, all to lessen the tension. It doesn't work, and when we arrive at the Glass House, we sit in silence for a few minutes until Amelie sighs and says "No. Your dirty little secret is safe with me. For now, you must go home, get some rest, and I will contact you in the morning with arrangements for your work away from Myrnin. Do not cross me little Claire, or I will not be so merciful again. Go now. Go home to your friends while you still can."
I almost jump from the limo and speed down the walkway to the welcoming house, oh how I have missed this house! It's been, what, a few hours? And yet the security being able to unlock that trusty door and slam it behind me... Oh I have missed it! I intend to run straight for my bedroom - a little crying, a lot of self pity, and maybe some icecream - but I'm enveloped in a warm hug by Shane, who sways me lightly from side to side before looking down at me and whispering tenderly "I love you. I'm so sorry for how I was this morning." I nod mutely and wait for him to let me go, before I make some feeble excuse about getting an early night and run upstairs, where I meet Michael on the landing. Damn vampires, they're silent and they see too much. Like the tracks of my tears and my uneven heartbeat as I stumble to my bedroom and lay down on the bed.
Michael's POV:
Claire rushes by me in the hallway, but not before I see that she's crying and her heartbeat is erratic. Shit, what's Shane done now? I'll kill him if he's hurt her. I storm downstairs to find Shane on a game, engrossed and grunting as he fiddles with the controller. I shout "Yo Shane! You and Claire, you okay?"
He looks over at me and grins "Yeah Mikey. We're great. Come here, let me whip you at this game, I haven't had an easy ride in a while." So this isn't why she was crying. I'll keep that in mind.
He's a cocky bastard. I flip him off before I run over to join him, and he beats me at the first game. As I demand a rematch, I don't notice Claire's heartbeat fade, then go completely as she leaves the Glass House for the last time. If only I had, maybe I could have avoided what happened next.
Or maybe it was inevitable.
Claire's POV:
I cry for what feels like hours but might only be minutes, heart wrenching sobs that I can't control even if I wanted to, before my tears end as I see an open portal in front of me. How long has that been open? Did I open it? It's obviously the lab through there - I'd recognise that dim light and chaos anywhere - and it's as if my heart soars in my chest. I can't go there; Amelie would KILL me!
It's as if my body has decided to go before my mind caught up; one minute, I'm on my bed, deliberating, and the next, I'm stood in front of the couch, where Myrnin sits with his nose in a book, his Benjamin Franklin glasses on, with a beaming smile on my face for the first time since I left the lab.
He takes his time to finish his page - God knows if he's actually reading - and put the book down slowly before he looks up and his eyes meet mine. "Oh Claire. What I surprise. What do you want?"
My reply is so forceful and sure that it shocks us both. "You"
His eyebrows raise as he says "Well well well. That can be arranged. But my dear Claire; what about Amelie?"
He says the name with obvious disdain and I simply say "Do you care?"
"No. You're worth the wrath of Amelie."
With that, I all but leap on him and attack him with my lips. I don't give myself time to think, to regret, I just give myself over to the sensations. The feeling of his body underneath mine, his lips on mine, and then his tongue snakes out, seeking dominance, and I oblige as a moan escapes my quivering lips. We continue like this for who knows how long, until it's not enough; I want to be closer. I want him. All of him.
Now.
I lift myself higher so that I can get a good grip on his jacket, and then it hits the floor in the corner. He get the hint and begins to remove my flimsy coat and, in a breathless rush, we're both down to our underwear. Panting, I look deep into his eyes and whisper "I want you"
He chuckles as his eyes light with passion and he carries me through to his bedroom before dropping me lightly on the bed and beginning to plant a trail of tender kisses along my jawline as we undress each other quickly, a sense of urgency taking over, and we both take a moment to catch our breath and admire the sight before us. My breath hitches in my throat, and I realise that THIS is what I want. To be here. With him. He can see it in my eyes, and he repeats my earlier declaration "I want you"
I beam as we pick up where we left off, he places featherlight kisses everywhere, my lips to my navel, and everywhere else. I shudder in apprehension and I need him. Now. I bring his lips back to mine and we continue like this for a while until he cannot wait either, and that's the moment I cheat on Shane. No regrets. No guilt. Nothing except acceptance, and a bunch of other emotions that scare the crap out of me.
Afterwards, I look into his eyes and gasp. They're a shocking scarlet, but he seems to have control as they begin to fade. It gives me an idea.
"Myrnin?" I ask timidly, still slightly breathless.
He says "Yes?" With a grin lighting up his face.
"Can you- can you bite me?"
His face falls as he battles with the beast I know lies within, but I want this. I need this. I whisper "it's okay. I trust you." And expose my neck.
I trust him to stop before he drains me. He's never drained me before, so why would he now? I see the moment that he gives in; his eyes cloud over once more, but this time, there's no control. He's gone, replaced by the beast.
I gasp as he grabs my neck and begins to bite. I fight at first, of course, but then my limbs become lifeless, I can't move, my minds fuzzy, and as he drains the last drops, I fade into the darkness.