Michael's eyes widened and he rushed inside.
"Woah, woah," he said, spreading his arms out to stop Claire. "Wait a minute! Claire… what's going on? You're leaving? Why?" She tried to push past him but realised it was futile – he was a vampire and questions would arise from her parents as to why Michael has super inhuman strength.
Claire looked at him in the eyes, she needed to know. Did Michael know? She wondered. This whole time whilst Sh... he, was playing me, did one of my best friends know? After searching his eyes for an answer she saw the truth and obliviousness in his eyes. No. Claire decided. He doesn't know.
"I'm sorry Michael. Why don't you ask that bastard you call your best friend? I have to go and if he tries lying to you, the evidence is in the TV; press play. Goodbye Michael, if you need me, you have my number. Shoot me a text when Shane's not around so I can come pack my stuff please. As for him… tell him to just delete me – cos I will anyway."
She turned around and met Eve's eyes who looked a little bit angry or hurt. Claire couldn't tell in this state. Eve, Claire thought broken heartedly. Her best friend, like her older sister, the one who's been with her through so much and for it to be like this…
"Enough is enough Claire, we're going now" Mr. Danvers said. Turning to Michael he pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to Michael. "My daughter's rent this month" he offered it. Michael shook his head, "No sir... you keep it". Mr. Danvers smiled and shook Michael's hands. Putting his arm around Claire, the Danvers family walked out. Forever.
SHANE POV:
God, what bullshit was this? Shooting pain shot through my insides, I'm not one much for feelings but my heart literally felt like it was breaking as Claire walked away, from her comfort, from this house, from me. I didn't have much time to feel heartbroken as the chaos continued.
Michael stormed over to me, "Shane... dude... what the hell happened?" he demanded.
I explained the situation to him as best I could, still bloody furious at this. That was NOT me in that fucking fake video but it sure looked like me… "It's all fucked up, man" I sighed as tears flowed down my face.
He sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair, "Well dude, let's see this thing then".
"Watch it yourself man, I don't want to see this twice".
Michael and Eve exchanged glances. Eve went over and pressed play and they began to watch.
"DUDE WHAT THE HELL?" Michael shouted as Eve looked stunned watching with a kind of grimace on her face.
"MICHAEL. I FUCKING TOLD YOU. It wasn't me. I don't know what kind of freaky shit this but this was not me. Do you understand? Do you not know I would never ever hurt my Claire?" Anger coursed through my veins as my heart pounded loudly. I clenched my fists and saw the vase on a table beside the couch. I felt the impulse surging though me so I smashed my fist into the vase. It shattered into a thousand pieces, shards of glass flying everywhere.
Eve gasped loudly and ran over to me. "Shane, honey, what are you doing? Hang on, I'll go get a bandage" and she ran towards the cabinet.
Michael was grim. He tried to restrain himself, I could see. I knew it wasn't just about the blood (Urgh!), it was her. Claire was practically his little sister and I knew how protective he is when it comes to her. But he also looked torn, afterall, first and foremost, he's my best friend.
"Shane… dude, I'm sorry" he inched a little bit closer but didn't dare get too close. The red tinge in his eye said enough. Moving my hand away I shook my head.
"I get it man" I sighed. "It's cool, just… you believe me right?" I asked uncertainly. I wasn't sure. I mean, in that stupid, messed up, freak video, that guy did look like me. But I know it wasn't. It wasn't.
Michael stared into my eyes, "Of course. I'd be a fucking idiot not to. Although that guy does appear to… look… like you, Morganville isn't normal for crying out loud. Heck, I used to be half-ghost, now I'm a vampire. There must be a 'Morganville explanation' for this. And I'm going to help you get to the bottom of this, man."
Eve came rushing back to me and started fussing over me. She flashed me a pretty smile and I looked for a while at her face, remembering this is now Eve. Brunette hair and a lovely face without all the goth junk. "I know this is hard for you Collins, but you know I'm here for you!" She hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek.
I glanced at Michael who looked a bit uncomfortable watching us. "Hey man, you okay?" I asked. "I'm the one with the injury here!" I said light heartedly. "No man, it's cool. I'll go get the broom and sweep up the Glass."
"Hey, now it's really a Glass House!" I joked but my heart wasn't into it. Eve guided me towards the couch and as she tended to my hand, I closed my eyes.
From this morning where me and Claire… in our bedroom… so beautiful and perfect. Our wedding was in 2 months and now… this. She doesn't want to look at me now. And the same blasted thought kept popping up in my head. I know for a fact that it wasn't me in the video so the question was… how was this video made?
I decided I knew what I had to do. It may take me months, hell, even a year but I won't rest till I find out what the fuck is happening around here… and who's responsible. And I'll get Claire back. I know I will.
[A.N – Quick update for y'all, right? Hope so! I missed you guys so much, love you! Please review! I have so many ideas as to where this story is going so expect quick updates. Just also let me know, would you prefer this story to be short (around 8 chapters) or a longer and more detailed story? (10 chapters plus!) It's up to YOU! Aquatine xx]
