CPOV

I walked out of the cubicle with puffy eyes and red cheeks. I had sat in there for half an hour until I had run out of tears. I went to the sink and washed my face clean of smudged mascara until I looked semi-presentable.

I looked down, trying to cover my face with my hair, and as I walked out of the public toilets, I bumped into someone who knocked me to the floor.

"Claire?" I looked up at the voice to see none other than Shane Collins staring back at me. Looking at his face I started to cry all over again.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. No one is gonna hurt you. What's wrong?" He knelt down beside me and pulled me into a hug.

I noticed he didn't push me for an answer, he just allowed me to continue to make his shirt all wet. Finally I looked at him and stared into his eyes. He stared back and I quickly leaned forward and crushed my lips to his.

I felt his tongue lick my lips asking permission to enter my mouth. I parted my lips and our tongues touched and it felt like fireworks.

I realised what I was doing and immediately pulled away. A flash of hurt flickered in his eyes but it quickly disappeared.

"I'm sorry." I said, "That was stupid"

"Don't apologise, what was wrong earlier? Maybe I can help."

"Nothing, just leave it alone ok?" I stared to stand up and walk away but I felt his hand close around my wrist. He pulled me around to face him, holding me still.

"Claire. Tell me what's wrong! NOW!" his face was turning red and his grip was tightening around my arms.

"I'm pregnant!" I cried. I saw his look of disgust, turned away and ran home.

Sneaking into my room was easy, my parents were both passed out drunk on the sofa. I walked upstairs and went to my bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I awoke to my alarm and all of yesterday's events came flooding back to me. I was thirteen and pregnant. How could my life suck anymore?

"Claire! I know your home, get down here." My mum called out.

Oh yeah, I lived with that.

Slowly I walked downstairs to see my dad's red face. "We have a guest" he said through gritted teeth. I looked past my dad and saw a vampire standing at the door. I went up to him and offered my hand.

"Hello sir, I'm Claire." I said trying not to let my nerves show.

"Good morning! I am Oliver." He had his hair in a ponytail at the back of his head. His clothes looked like they belonged in the 60's or something. He looked like ... a hippie.

"Um, hi Oliver sir, please come in."

He strolled past me as walked straight up to my parents. His eyes looked red, which scared me. I stayed a safe distance away from him near the stairs. He stared at my parents.

"As your protector I haven't always supported you and your ways in how treat your daughter but I put up with it as I see it a way to train them to behave." The look on my dad's face relaxed a little, however Oliver seemed to emanate fury. His voice rose when he said, "However, making her your sex toy and allowing a 13 year old become PREGNANT," he slapped my dad across the room, "is taking it too far." He turned and faced my mother, "I hope you enjoyed your time with your child, because I am taking Claire away from you."

My mouth fell open in shock. I was leaving here. After all these years I was finally leaving. I could hear my mother crying saying how sorry she was, but I was too happy to care.

Oliver turned his sharp eyes on me, "You have 5 minutes to pack, then we leave." His voice was cold but I just nodded, turned to the stairs and ran up to my room.

5 minutes later I was sitting in Oliver's sun protected car driving away from the place I used to call home. There was an awkward silence in the car, so I decided to break it.

"Um, excuse me, sir," I started, his eyes flickered towards me, so I continued, "Where will I, er, be staying?"

He didn't answer for a long time, and I thought he wasn't going to, but finally he said, "You will be staying with me. You will go to summer school for the next 3 months or so, until we can no longer hide your pregnancy, then you will not leave the house until you give birth. Then you may go back to school. Understood?"

"Y-yes." I managed to stutter. I was too scared to ask anything else, so I sat back and stared out the window (even though they were tinted and I couldn't see anything)

Finally the car came to a stop and I opened the door to find myself in front of a, well to be frank, a mansion. I was standing in a massive driveway looking up at the four story house.

I was pulled out of my awe when Oliver grabbed my arm and towed me to the front door. Inside the house were at least 20 people. As I looked at them more carefully, I noticed that all but two were vampires.

Uh oh

"Claire, these are my staff and friends, everyone this is Claire. She is not dinner and she is pregnant. You will tell no one. Brandon," Oliver turned his attention on a brown headed vampire "I want you to look after Claire here. Take her on a small tour of where she allowed to go and then take her to her room. She is yours. Have fun but not too much."

Brandon simply nodded before grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards a set of stairs.

He took me to a door and opened it. I walked into a giant room with a king size double bed, a wardrobe, a TV and a bathroom.

"Welcome to hell, sweetheart." A voice whispered in my ear. Brandon had walked up behind me without making a noise. I looked at him in confusion as he entwined a hand in my hair. I didn't know what I was doing, but I was leaning towards him. All thoughts about him being a vampire disappeared. Even thoughts of Shane disappeared as I leant forwards and brushed my lips to his.

I brought my hand up to circle his neck and his spare hand tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

He deepened the kiss and I felt his tongue brush against my lips begging for entrance. I parted my lips as he led me over to the bed. We fell onto it without breaking the kiss.

I removed my hands from his neck and fiddled with the hem of his shirt, finally pulling it of his chest as he did the same with mine. Other clothes followed – our jeans, my bra, his boxers, my pants.

Then, he entered me.

It was different to my dad, it was more... gentle? I couldn't explain it. I didn't even know this guy but he made me happy. When we climaxed he lay on the bed with me until I fell asleep.

OOOhhhh, can anyone guess what happened? I decided to put a new twist in the story. Don't worry all will become clear in the next chapter. Please R&R