Well everybody, I apologise for the long, long update but France was a-m-a-z-i-n-g! Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3:


Myrnin's POV:

This is extremely strange – never, in our entire relationship, has Claire not replied to a text within an hour – and, to be honest, it is getting me worried. Then again, this has to have been one of the most – if not the most – stressful and life changing day of her life so far; what with her almost dying, then changing into a vampire and bloodlust.

How is she?

I send this to Michael, as I cannot not know how she is – this book is doing nothing for a distraction from the heartache of my love not wanting me. I know, it's silly, it's only been a few hours but it just feels weird.

Almost instantaneously the portal door opens and Michael stands in the Glass living room, staring into the lab, noticing me in the darkened corner (I don't need a light to be able to read) before walking over to join me – after closing the door.

"So so," he says, giving the little hand shake gesture thing that people do to show uncertainty. This makes my stomach drop – she should be fine, but what could she have done that is so bad it makes Michael – her number one fan if I am honest – think she is 'so so'

"What's she done?" I croak, and Michael places a hand of comfort on my shoulder.

"Well it's not what she's done, more of what she hasn't done," he elaborates, musing the point for a moment, "For instance I know she has questions about everything – I could see them in her face – but she simply shut down and wouldn't really talk. Eve came round but she didn't really do anything, if you know what I mean, she just sat there and acted as if she didn't care if they stayed friends."

Oh this is just what we need. My girlfriend is a depressed vampire. Who cannot be helped by her friends. Just what I need.

"Oh, well I will speak to her tomorrow and see – have you got lots of blood?" I say, suddenly thinking that she is going to be starving tomorrow.

"Yeah, she needed more earlier because that pitcher wasn't enough so I got enough for a week or so – the fridge is literally overflowing – and I think that'd be a good idea, you could get through to her. But what I found funny was I heard her phone going off and she simply laid it aside," Michael responds and mentions the text I sent her.

"Strange – well Michael, I think you ought to go to bed – we all have a lot of work to do tomorrow," I suggest and he nods before walking to the portal, disappearing through it as the door disappears.

I muse the point that Claire is depressed for hours, wondering what I can do to help her. Unfortunately, I come up with nothing…

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Claire's POV

I wake up at 10am – not because I was tired and needed the sleep (I felt fully refreshed by 3am) but because I chose to stay in bed and asleep for something to do. This is really weird I think, I mean as a human I slept (when I could) till I couldn't anymore, not just because I wanted to. Still, I feel the same as last night – I don't think, I don't feel, I can talk to Myrnin or Michael or Amelie or Sam – any of them. They just don't seem to get it. They have these perfect vampire lives and have everything that they could ever want – I'm a new vampire who didn't choose to be changed and is depressed. Great.

Trust it to be me that is the exception to the rest of the vampires I know – then again, it wasn't really a surprise: I was the one who was 2 years ahead of everyone in school and caused all the trouble around here, in a sense.

I stretch out and feel an ache in my throat, my chest, my stomach that I link to needing yet more blood – this is getting disgusting. I quickly shower and dress, feeling that I can make it another 10 minutes without blood sans problem – I do. When I make it downstairs, Michael is in the kitchen, reading the back page of a paper (men's obsessions with sport I will never understand) but looks up and smiles as I enter.

"Hey Claire, how are you?" he asks friendly, as he moves to start the microwave for my blood, noticing the strained expression on my face.

How do I answer this? Oh Michael I am so depressed about this new life, about the fact that everyone seems to be happy and perfect constantly and look at me, a shrivelled wreck, complete and utterly depressed and as far from perfect as we are from another galaxy. I can't do that. So I take a deep breath (and smell the deep, luscious, delicious scent of his drink of blood, the dregs on the table) and smile before saying:

"Well I feel better than before and, yeah, fine – you?"

"Great, especially if you are better," he says amiably, but his eyes are studying my face shrewdly, looking a little suspicious and confused, his face a mask but seeming worried – he pulls out his phone and types something before turning and looking at the microwave and the time left for the blood to warm.

My phone beeps:

You have a text message from Amelie

Hi Claire, I would like you to come over at 11:30am for a 'tutorial' if that is ok.

Amelie

My stomach flips over at the mention of a tutorial of how to be a vampire – this is going to make my perfect mood of depression even worse, isn't it?

Amelie

I will be there

I send this before replying to Myrnin's text from last night – I couldn't face doing it last night or when I woke up – I just don't want to drag him down into this wonderful wave of feelings I am having. Because I know that soon (when soon is, I'm just not sure) it will pass so if he knows of it, he'll be worried it could return in the future.

Hi babe, I'm fine – going to see Amelie soon but maybe I will see you tomorrow? Xxx

I send this, making no definitive plans for us to meet – I can't face him right now – before Michael plonks a bottle of blood in front of me. I uncap it and gulp it down, my vision turning red momentarily as my eyes turn red with the intake of blood. Soon, they clear and I feel satiated, but with also a longing for… chocolate spread?

"Erm, is there still my chocolate spread in the fridge?" I ask slowly, and Michael (at good old vampire speed, which even though he is only 2 or so years older than me, is over double my current speed) reaches into the fridge and pulls the pot of spread out.

"Here it is – I'll pop a couple of slices of bread in the toaster – just sit and read the paper – I haven't read it yet," Michael urges and I comply, turning the paper over to see the headline of:

NEW VAMPIRE IN TOWN

Oh no. you have got to be kidding me. How has it gotten out so fast? I read on…

Claire Danvers, 19, has been turned into a vampire just yesterday in unknown circumstances. Whether or not the public gets to find these out, we are not sure, but be warned, Claire is no longer a sweet little girl – she has a monster inside of her, ready to erupt whenever the new vampire requires her frequent feedings. So parents – beware…

I feel so sickened that I cannot carry on reading about the fact I am a bloodthirsty vampire and drop the paper with a medium volumed thud, making Michael turn in surprise – vampires cannot drop things by accident I figured, whilst watching them all these past years.

"Claire, what is it?" he asks, sprinting over to look at the paper for himself – his face goes white and drawn just as mine is.

"But I thought… I thought Captain Obvious and all them were dead," I manage to utter and he nods.

"They are, but this is one person who manages to intercept the front page of the paper every now and again when there is something they feel ought to be on the front page and isn't – it happened about a murder a few months ago and Amelie is worried that Captain Obvious generation Two could be surfacing but I doubt it. Still, come on, it's ok!" Michael soothes me, rubbing his hand on my arm in comfort.

The toast pops up but I no longer feel like chocolate spread – after all, what monster wants chocolate spread?

I am not waiting till 11:30am to see Amelie – I want her to explain this NOW – I cannot wait! Whether this is new vampire patience levels or the fact I really want it, I am not sure, but I know my new – much more volatile – vampire temper is rising steadily. 12 hours has passed so I am 'allowed' to show emotion now I guess, and a furious growl erupts from my throat.

"We're going to see Amelie. Now!" I growl out and Michael nods, looking a little scared of me but at the same time flexing his muscles in a way that makes my body seem to automatically know (well it tells my mind) that I have no chance of beating him in a fight… I'd simply be making a lot of mess for myself to clean up if I tried to fight him – not that I would.

We walk to the portal and emerge in Amelie's office where a group of people are gathered (well vampires really, but they're my people now aren't they?) talking quietly. However, they all stop when they hear us and all look scared when they notice my murderous expression – their eyes then float to Michael's restraining influence on me.

"You need to explain," I say sharply, clearly, flatly – my voice is almost the same, just sharper and more defined… I guess the sleep helped change that – to Amelie who nods slightly, motioning for me (and Michael, given he is my bodyguard to stop me doing anything stupid – which I guess I might do, given I wouldn't stop and think about it first) to sit in front of her. Her people filter out quickly and she leans forwards in her chair, hands clenched together, looking upset.

"I don't know who it is," she says quietly, "I have no idea and that really scares so much out of me – we are searching every nook and cranny of the town at the minute but… so far nothing. So Claire, I am sorry."

I nod, breathing deeply to calm down and then, suddenly, I burst into great sobs of discomfort and hurt.

"My parents know I'm… I'm a vampire from the paper not through me, and I… everyone knows and…" I stutter between sobs and then Myrnin emerges from the corner and he holds me strongly (Michael moves away) in comfort helping me. I didn't want him to see me like this, but I guess it is natural – this part at least – so he just wont get to see me mega depressed like earlier.

"You'll be ok, you'll be ok," Myrnin chants into my ear softly and I slowly regain control of myself.

"I know," I say quietly and Myrnin then kisses me – the fireworks are dramatic and wild and amazing – it takes everything to remember we are not alone.

Amelie moves slightly in her chair as we break apart and she smiles at me widely – happier and more relaxed than I have ever seen her human (well me human).

"As you are here early, you can begin tutorial now," she says and I grimace – yay! Just what I want, being told by perfect people how to be perfect.


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