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CHAPTER FOUR! HOLY CRAP!:
"Good morning," an eerily familiar voice greeted her. She didn't say anything, mostly because there was duct tape on her mouth. "You're probably wondering why you're here right now," the voice said. A flashlight clicked on and Claire saw a pale face that belonged to Jason Rosser, smiling at her. He turned the light on her, and said, "I need your help."
She knew better than to scream or fight, so she looked at him curiously.
"Oh, let me help with that." he said and yanked the tape from her face. She bit her tongue, to keep from shouting at him. It wouldn't do her any good, Jason was a vampire. He could easily kill her.
"What do you want?"
He tapped the side of her head. "I need what's inside there. You saw the book. What's in it?"
She was confused for a second, then remembered. The book that got her into trouble when she first came to Morganville. The one on...
Oh, my God, she thought. Jason's trying to make more vampires.
"I don't know," she answered, honestly. "I didn't read it."
"Don't lie to me. I know you saw what it said." His nose was practically touching hers. His breath reeked of blood.
"I really don't know-" Her head snapped back and she realized that he slapped her. Aggravated, she began to struggle against the bonds, but it was useless.
"I can't read it! It's not even in English!" she yelled. "Why do you even want to know?!"
"Because," he said, calmly, "I'm tired of being treated like I'm nothing. It happened when I was a human, and I thought it would get better, when I changed. But, no. So, I'll make some of my own vamps and they'll follow me. Only me. I can take over Morganville. And you're gonna help me. You're gonna find out how to change them, because it's not working. I get these brainless, half-alive retards. You're gonna go back, and find out how. I. Do. It."
Claire shook her head. There was no way she was going to help Jason. He pulled something from his pocket and held it in the light, where she could see it. It was a pocket knife. The same one, Claire realized, that he had stabbed Shane with. He plunged it into her arm, just under her wrist. She screamed and it echoed.
"You help me, or I go after Eve and Shane and Michael," He pulled the knife out, agonizingly slow. The last thing she saw was his fist coming towards her face.
