I approached Myrnin with his coffee only to hear him cursing at the machine in Welsh. Although I couldn't exactly understand what he was getting at, I could understand that he was angry. I gently set the cup of coffee on a lab table and retreated into the kitchen to get him a blood bag. I could tell by his attitude and the glint of red in his eyes that he needed blood, and fast.

"Myrnin!" I shouted. He turned around, eyes still red. His face softened slightly, when he saw it was me. I tossed him the bag of blood. "Thank you, Claire!" he shouted back. I turned away, as I could not stand to watch him drink the blood. I assume this is normal, as most humans find it morbid to see large quantities of blood being consumed…I shuddered at the thought. Once I no longer heard the slurping of plasma from across the room, I turned to face Myrnin, only to find that he had gone back to working on the machine he was trying to fix before.

I took this as an opportunity to really admire Myrnin. Not only was he a genius, but I never really realized just how beautiful he was—his black curls sat on his shoulders so perfectly; his eyes a deep brown—full of years of emotion.

Over the past few years I have become great friends with him, but never really considered him more. This could have been because up until recently, I was with Shane; or maybe because of the fact that Myrnin was a VAMPIRE. A relationship with Myrnin could be highly dangerous, unless of course I became a vampire… Ever since I came to Morganville, Myrnin, Amelie, and even Oliver have told me I could be beneficial to the vampire community. My knowledge of science could be used as a way to save their species… I gulped. Do I really want to do this? Yes. I, Claire Danvers, will become a vampire. For Myrnin. And for Morganville.