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Claire
It had been two days since they took him away. I felt like I had detoxed. I wanted him back. I needed to feel him next to me, to see his smile when I woke up, I spent most of the time sleeping because dreaming felt so much better than my reality. When I wasn't sleeping I was crying. No one would talk to me about him. They acted like it was normal. They felt sympathy, but not the sympathy I needed. They saw a girl who fell in love with a monster and he lost his use for her. They didn't feel sympathy because it was true love and he was taken away from her. On the third day I escaped. Eve came by with clothes and after she left I climbed my way out the window and down to the hearse that sat idle in the parking lot. I was going to find him. The same thing happened to Eve. They took away Michael and she hadn't seen or heard of him since then. I sat in my room in the Glass house. I stared out of one of the three windows gazing as if he would come back on a white horse. If he hadn't come back yet, then it was up to me to do it. Something powerful stirred in the old room and I turned around wondering what it was. I thought I saw a pair of eyes, but when I blinked they were gone. I whimpered feeling lonely again.
"I miss those blue eyes. How you kiss me at night." I grabbed one of my old, black duffel bags and set out on gathering supplies. "I miss the way we sleep. Like there's no sunrise." I stuffed a few stakes into the bag with such anger it almost ripped the bag. "Like the taste of your smile. I miss the way we breathe." I was fighting back tears as I grabbed the hidden vials that I had under my bed. "But I never told you. What I should have said." I let a tear slip and wanted to punch something. How could he leave? Why hadn't he come back? "No I never told you. I just held it in." I growled and hefted the bag up on my shoulder. In the three years I've lived here that no matter what crying got you now where. "And now I miss everything about you. Can't believe that I still want you." I flung my door open and Eve came out as I walked past her. She reached out and grabbed my arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" I gave her an even stare silently telling her that she couldn't stop me. "Without me hell no, I'm offended you think I wouldn't join you." She smiled and pulled the duffel bag from behind her. "They got my man too." She put a silver knife in her bra to conceal it and smiled even wider. "Let's show them boys that the girls can do just as much damsel in distress rescuing." I smiled and she pats my arm.
"Let's go save those damsels in distress." I continued to walk singing under my breath. "After all the things we've been through. I miss everything about you without you." Eve began to walk out and since it was dark we took the door to the garage to get into her newly revamped hearse. No pun intended.
"I see your blue eyes every time I close mine." I heard Eve sing behind me. I had almost forgotten that they took Michael I hadn't seen him lately because of our hours. He found a job working graveyards, ironic I know, and I would be working with Myrnin on most late nights. "You make it hard to see."
"Where I belong to when I'm not around you. It's like I'm not with me." We got in the car and left it at that. I watched as the lights began to go out. No longer were there faces in the dark watching for the one that could be a snack. No whoever had the vampires was more powerful than we had ever seen before. And it meant I would have to fight harder than ever before.
Myrnin
It was two days since I had seen Claire and my anxiety was through the roof. I wanted to get out of this now. This new comer managed to slip between my barriers and that was offense number one. Offense number two was messing with Claire. Nobody hurts her without consequences. And the third was throwing holy water on me. That would not go unscathed. I glowered at the placid face that gazed at me from a high thrown. Amelie was chained to the lounge next to him. Her normally queenly demure was gone out the window with her attire. Her exceptional clothing was burned along with her dignity. I can't say I felt bad for her after what she did, but I felt empathy. None of the vampires were in good shape. This new dictator cared only about rule and stature. And he would do anything to get it. Which means getting rid of the competition.
"Do you understand pretty boy?" I growled and he kicked me as I kneeled at his feet. What vampires did follow his side were none that Amelie and I had ever heard of, and that was a lot. I rolled landing one my feet and jumping up swinging my arms to jump over them, which was a feet with my long legs, and ran to attack him. The silver chains dug deeper into my wrists and with the lacked blood intake I was caused into more rages than ever before. Not even the insanity caused me to see such blind fury before. I went to lunge for him, but one of his followers caught me before and pinned me to the ground. I hissed and snarled, but eventually my anger subsided and I let my head roll to Amelie's once plush carpet. "Now that you have calmed down, go do as I've asked. It shouldn't be too hard with someone of your….capabilities." I felt the pressure of the vamp on me release and I got up. I looked over at Amelie. One wrong move and her life would be apprehended. The populace couldn't deal with the loss of their founder despite all that had happened in the past months. I fluidly stood up giving a pitiful look to Amelie. Her volatile clothing only made it harder for me to look at her and I turned away to run out of the room. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't do it, but with all of us under our thumb I had no choice. I looked around and slipped into one of the closets. Once I knew it was clear I opened it again and stepped out into my lab. Bob chattered his fangs at me and I gave him a solemn look. I'm sorry Bob, I'm so, so sorry. I used the hand pad lock and jumped down into the dark tunnels. I couldn't help but think of Claire. The way her hair fell into haphazard strays all over her face when she was engrossed in an experiment. On those few occasions I could move it out of her face and behind her ear. It felt good to be loved again. I had always taken it for granted until Claire came along. How a frail, blubbering human could have wormed her way into my heart was beyond me. Maybe that was it. I needed the antihero. The frail, wet behind the ears, teenager that could awake my senses and help me realize not this world wasn't entirely dark and evil. I could feel the power around me begin to swirl and hold me close like a lost child.
"White lips. Pale face. Breathin' in snowflakes. Burnt lungs sour taste." I walked down the alleyway not wanting to move faster. He didn't know where my lab was, he couldn't know how long it would take me to do this. "Light's gone. Day's end. Struggling to pay rent. Lone nights. Strange men." I looked around, but knew if I tried to escape that he would for sure kill Amelie, without a second glance. I still didn't understand how young he was. He was barely over a hundred years old and yet he was control the most powerful vampire in the entire world. "And they say she's in the class A team, stuck in her day dream. Been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems slowly sinking wasting. Crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us." I looked back at the faint sound of talking. I ran back to the hole in the floor and looked up. The voices were coming clearer now. Claire.
"Myrnin! Where are you?" She yelled and I heard the soft click of a loaded gun. I gasped and jumped up through the opening. She whipped around almost firing, but stopped and threw the gun to the ground. She ran at me and I hissed in pain. I hadn't realized how much the silver was affecting me. She shot back scared suddenly. She looked down at my wrists when I didn't hug her back and I saw anger cloud over her eyes. "Thos bastards!" She ran to the tiny kitchenette and returned with almost five bags of blood. I fangs involuntarily snapped down at the sight and smell and I saw the other come over. She had bolt cutters and I shook my head.
"No no, you can't if I get away he'll kill Amelie." They looked at me confused.
"Who? Who will kill Amelie? And who took all of the vampires?" I eyed the blood for a long moment before snapping back into it.
"His name is Jeremy. He showed up one day with all of those power shortages and brought followers with him. He has this power. Like Mad, but for evil. Amelie is being held hostage, we all are, but Amelie is his…..slave." I felt my mouth water and Claire remembered that I was hungry. She gave me the first bag and it was gone before I was finished ripping open the bag. I kept my eyes closed as she handed me the rest of them. I was lucky none of it spilt on me. I finally opened my eyes and looked at her. She had tears in her eyes and she shot forward again. I lifted up my shackled arms and let her slip into them. I could feel myself begin to heal and then be hurt again by the silver. I hissed again my eyes going red and tried to bite back the growl that forced its way to my mouth. Claire didn't move.
"Eve get some cloth. There should be some in the second cabinet over there." She said looking up at me. I wanted to push her away, so I wouldn't have the urge to hurt her, but she held firmly in place. The wanna-be death girl came back and handed Claire the cloth. Claire repositioned herself in my arms, so she had her back pressed against me and had my wrists in her hands. She moved the chains back and I tensed up as it began to burn in new places. She took the soft fabric and began to tie it around one of my wrists. With the silver gone it began to heal. She finished and did the same for the other wrist. "I need another bag." The Goth girl nodded and left, then came back. She put the manacles back and grabbed the bag. She ripped it open with the knife conveniently concealed in her pants. She held the bag up to my lips and urged me to drink. I finished it quickly not to waste anything. She tossed the bag and wrapped her arms back around me. I saw the other girl turn around and watch for anybody that might come in through the door. I could feel my wrists heal and the scars to repair. She pulled back and without me realizing, she reached up and smacked me. I looked at her in bewilderment.
"What?" I cocked my head to the side.
"That's," She gave me a careful look, "For leaving me." I opened my mouth to correct her, but she reached up cupping my face and our lips collided. I hummed in the back of my throat instead. She pulled away before I could forget I was being held captive. And not the good kind. "And that's for not being six feet under." She gave one chaster kiss and slipped under my restrained arms. She picked up her gun again and swung it onto her shoulder. She looked at me with worry and misery.
"I'll be okay. Now that I know you're okay." I said softly and a tear threatened its way down her face.
"Stay alive. Don't die on me." She was suddenly angry. I would correct her that I am already dead, but it wouldn't help. "Go, and lie through your teeth. We will be there soon." I nodded heading towards the portal when I heard her speak, I almost missed it. "I love you." I, without hesitation, whipped around flashing in front of her and kissed her with all of my force. I pulled her as close as possible and after a minute I had to let her go. I looked into her eyes as they were pricked with tears. How I wanted to stay and give her another one, but I couldn't let Amelie die because of me.
"I love you, too." I said so softly and flashed back to the portal and flung it open without another look back because I knew if I did I would leave Amelie to fend for herself.
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