Jason's POV

Oh. My. GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAVE I JUST DONE! I didn't mean to do that. I wasn't going to pull the trigger! Not on purpose! I drop the gun with my shaking hands and fall to my knees. No... this wasn't supposed to happen. I had a plan in my head. The gun was just for show! I didn't even think it was loaded! At least, that's what Brandon said.. oh no... it's him! He knew this would happen! I can't believe I let that happen! I should have never trusted him. I knew he was a slimy bastard from the moment I saw him.. God I'm stupid...

I pull myself back from my daydream... Eve is crying hysterically, holding Claire's broken body in her arms. There's blood everywhere... and I mean everywhere... urgh, it makes me feel sick. Suddenly Eve looks up, her eyes burning with pain and anger. "YOU IDIOT!" She screams through tears. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR!" A fresh wave of tears comes on and washes the remains of her rice powder make-up away. In a much quieter voice she says "No... she didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve it..." She trails off, mumbling to herself mostly, repeating those four words.

I can't move, or speak. I can't do anything. I'm numb. I felt... guilty? Well yes, I suppose. I never meant to kill her. Claire was nice to me. She didn't treat me like other people did. I feel tears streak down my face. I can't watch this. I can't! But, I can't move... I need to comfort my sister. Tell her how sorry I was. That it was an accident, that I never meant to do it. She would never listen to me though. Not after this.. not now... not... now...

Michael's POV

"Hey I'm home!" I call to whoever happens to be home. If there is anyone. Claire is probably at the lab, Shane at work... which leaves me and Eve... Then it hits me. The smell of blood. The hysterical crying. Oh God. What's happened! I rush into the living room at my fastest vamp speed and I almost collapse at the sight before me. Eve... holding Claire... with all that blood... My vision burns red for a second before I process the thought. No. NO! I see the sight of Jason in my peripheral vision but dismiss it. There are more important things to be dealing with... no... I can only hear two beating hearts... NO! I fall beside Eve and take her in my arms. I completely dismiss the blood. It's not fresh. It doesn't attract me anymore. Suddenly the barrier breaks and tears flood my face.

Jason's POV

"Hey I'm home!" I heard someone call... I was too caught up in what was happening to care about whoever it was. Ah... Michael... I was surprised to see he completely dismissed me. He went straight to Eve and Claire... well... Claire's body anyway. I suddenly break down. I bury my face in my hands and cry. I just cry. I don't deserve to live after this. I was so stupid by listening to Brandon. I should never have done it. Never.

I peek through my hands and see the gun just inches away from me... should I? Well, no one is going to trust me after this. There is no point. None at all. Like Eve is going to forgive for for killing her best friend. Even if it was by accident. The only person's Christmas card list I'm gonna be on is Brandon's. And that is NOT an appealing thought. I draw in a deep, shaking breath and outstretch my quivering hand. They don' even realise me. Maybe it will be better this way. If no one sees. I pull the gun up to my temple. I can't even hold it right. Maybe I better shoot twice just to be sure? I don't want to end up putting myself in unnecessary pain. I take another deep breath, then... blackness...

Michael's POV

I didn't even realise that Jason had picked the gun up again. I wasn't really paying attention to him. I was just trying to console Eve. Mind you, I wasn't very 'consoled' myself... I heard the gunshot though. I whipped my head round to see the blood spatter and hit the wall. Leaving a bullet sized splash of blood. Ugh, my vision temporarily flares red again. Suddenly, Eve is screaming and struggling in my arms. Only then I realise I have been holding her back, a mask of shock on my face.

We go on like this for a few minutes before Eve slumps down in my arms and stops crying. I realise that we have to move. We can't stay like this forever. We have to tell people. Call Richard and Hannah. And Amelie. And Shane... oh God... Shane... what are we going to tell him! He is going to freak out. It will be like losing his sister all over again. I don't think he will handle it well. We are going to have to keep an eye on him. If he does anything, I swear to God I will make him regret it. After all. They don't deserve that. Claire and Lyssa I mean...

I pull Eve up off the floor and lower her onto the sofa. She curls up in a ball at the end and closes her eyes. I pull my phone out my pocket. This is going to be difficult... I phone the first number. That's Amelie... I take a deep breath and press the call button. She answers after only three rings.

"Michael? Why are you ringing at this time of night?"

"It's Claire..." I speak with a dead voice. "She... she... she's dead." I feel a fresh wave of tears run down my face. I hear Amelie take in a breath. Then she hangs up and I feel a portal open behind me. She steps out and runs to Claire's body.

"No! Claire!" She turns round to me, her eyes the colour of ice. "WHO DID THIS!" She demanded. I nod toward the dead body of Jason. I don't particularly care for him but I do feel a little regret.

"Suicide" I mutter.

"Hmph. I would have enjoyed torturing him." She says. Then her eyes fill with sadness and she turns back to Claire. "Oh, my friend. What did you do?" She bends down and sweeps the hair off of Claire's face. "You didn't deserve this. No one would deserve this..." She stands and turns back to me. "Have you called Hannah? And Richard?" I shake my head. She pulls out her phone and speaks in hushed voices. I don't particularly want to hear what she is saying. I don't need to know.

I walk back to Eve, pick her up in my arms and carry her to bed. Once she is safely under the duvet I turn back and head into my room where I pull out my phone again. I need to call Shane. No, I can't deal with this. Amelie can. I sent a text instead.

We need you at home RIGHT NOW. Mike.

I throw my phone onto my dresser and collapse onto my bed. Amelie will deal with him, I'm sure. I can hear Hannah arriving with various other policemen now. They can explain. I ponder what is going to happen next before falling into a deep slumber...