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She woke around 2 am to a noise. It sounded like someone, something was right outside her window. She slipped out of bed and looked down, from the window. Someone was there. She felt her heart beat faster and her blood pump. This was one of them. She would kill it. She ran over to her bag and grasped her sharpest sliver coated stake from the inside pocket.

She thought the house would creak with her walking so slowly. But it didn't, and she got out the backdoor without waking anyone. After slipping outside the door-leaving it open a crack for an emergency- she saw that the thing was still out there. She didn't know why or what it was doing. But she didn't care. She wanted to kill it. She gripped the stake and snuck closer. The thing froze, hearing her behind him. One more step…just as she swung her weapon, he turned and lunged with fangs out. She swung but missed. His sharp nail grabbed her face and drew blood, right around the bruise from Monica. It hurt. Right before he stuck his fangs in her neck, she got the stake positioned and thrust it right into where his heart would have been. He froze. Staggered backward and got two words out before he fell

"You bitch."

Claire stood there waiting for the poison to take place. She had down that herself. She waited till he turned to dust to pick up the stake from the ground. Yes, definitely dead. Claire smiled. One down, many to go. She was still smiling as a light breeze was carried away the remains of the vampire.

Claire had spent two whole years on the poison, to make sure they died. It would kill them quicker and after a while, they'd turn to dust. Gone.

The following morning when Claire came downstairs all three housemates where there. Eve and uh…Crap. What were the two boy's names? When she walked into the kitchen the three heads popped up from their breakfast and they all stopped talking.

"Claire!" Eve said, maybe too brightly. "You okay?"

Claire gave a non-comment shrug and mad a beeline for the coffee pot.

"Uh-yeah. Shane Michael and I-" Ah, so those where their names. "Where just talking about you staying-"

"I'm sorry. I'll be out of your hair in no time."

"What? No, no, that's not what I meant-"

"She means, " the brown haired boy, (Shane, maybe?) cut in. She really couldn't remember. Too much sleep maybe. "That you're crazy if you're going to go back there while Monica's still after you."

He sounded concerned which was cute…and sad. No one had been worried for Claire in ten years.

"He's right you know," said the blond. "You can say here. Really. You don't seem the kind to bring in much trouble."

HA! If only he knew how wrong he really was.

"Please Claire. It would be the best thing ever for another girl to live here."

Claire gave a small smile. "Okay, thanks." Eve beamed.

But only for a little while, she promised herself. These people seemed nice and didn't deserve to get hurt.

Everyone was still sitting around the table an hour later. Claire had even laughed. She hadn't laughed in a while. But they were still trying to get things out of her. Mostly Eve and Michael. Shane seemed to….understand.

"So, Claire where are you from again?"

Claire knew she hadn't told them that, and knew Michael knew it too. Smart boy.

"New Orleans."

Michael's eyebrows rose, but Shane spoke first.

"Then why the hell did you come here?"

Claire started him right in the eye without blinking. Everyone seemed to tense up.

Claire's voice rang through the silence.

"I had nowhere else to go."

They all stared at her. Something about the way she said it seemed….off.

Eve cleared her throat. "So...what happened to you parents?"

Claire turned to stare at her. She didn't say anything. Eve was the first to look away.

To try and clear up some on the awkwardness and tension Michael looked down at the paper.

"Guys. Brandon is missing."

Dun Dun duhhhhh. So. There's chapter 3! Tell me what you think please? Was Claire too badass? Thanks for reading!