Claire had no idea how but Myrnin was actually asleep. She had never seen him sleep before, apart from occasional naps which practically lasted less than 10 seconds. The closest she had seen him to the deep slumber he was in now was when he had been staked.

She didn't even think vampires could sleep really, yet looking at Myrnin splayed out on the sofa she realised she was wrong. He was lying on his back, arms and legs spread out in all directions. His leg was dangling precariously over the edge of the cushions and one arm had fallen down and was resting on thee floor. His head was lolling to the side, resting on his shoulder and somehow the peaceful set of his face and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he took in unnecessary breaths made him look almost…innocent.

Claire hadn't the slightest idea how a crazy, bloodthirsty, ancient vampire could look innocent yet somehow he did.

Richard and Hannah had left a while ago, dealing with the human issues in town, something about a fight that Claire didn't quite catch. It was only her and Myrnin, sleeping silently, in the house.

After grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen, Claire made her way back into the living room and flopped down into Micheal's chair, the only chair Myrnin wasn't draped over. Her gaze drifted over to him resting peacefully, looking perfectly content in his relaxed stupor. Claire had to admit he looked cute. His curls of hair were sticking up in an adorable bed head, tufting around his face in wild clumps.

Myrnin had always been so sweet to her, apart from the odd occasions when he lost it. He had never meant to hurt her and always apologised if he did. He was a good friend and Claire realised just how much she loved him.

She knew then how lucky she was to have him as her boss. She could have had Oliver, or someone like Oliver anyway. She would have died if shed had Oliver. Literally.

Claire stood up slowly, attempting not to wake Myrnin up with loud movements, and padded around the chair to find Shane stood, rigid in the doorway. She stopped abruptly, the expression on his face definitely wasn't happy. Oh joy.

"What the fuck is he doing on our sofa?"

His voice sounded calm yet you couldn't miss the angry undertones.

Thankfully Myrnin didn't wake up at the sound of his voice but Claire didn't think this conversation would be as quiet as it was for long.

She briskly walked the rest of the way to the door, shutting it behind them as she tried to think of something to say.

"I…I didn't know where else to go, this was the first place I could think of."

His dark expression was making Claire nervous, the last time she saw that expression was when he was attacking Michael in the fight clubs and that definitely didn't look like fun.

Claire knew Shane hated Myrnin, but she didn't think the pure hatred had reached this level, after all, Myrnin had saved his ass various times, surely that would have made Shane like him a little more. Obviously not.

"You could have taken him to his stupid fucking hole! Or better yet, the graveyard where all the blood sucking leeches belong!"

His voice had stepped up a notch.

"Hey! This isn't just your house! I can bring anyone here. And your best friends a vampire! How can you say that about him?"

Claire attempted to keep her voice to a furious whisper but she gradually grew louder as her anger grew stronger.

"They all deserve to be dead! Especially that one."

He directed a finger viciously at the door where Myrnin was and made a disgusted face at the thought of him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you hate Myrnin so much?"

"Because he's fucking you!"

Claires stomach dropped. He thought she and Myrnin were having an affair.

"…What?"

Her voice had suddenly gone quiet, she couldn't get any words out past a whisper. How could he think that? Myrnin was her boss! She was in love with Shane! Well she thought she was, now she didn't know what to think. Claire knew she spent a lot of time at Myrnin's lab; she loved it. The messy, disorganised floor and shelves, the tables piled with equipment for random experiments. And the man, crazy yet sweet, eccentric yet genius, always there, always her friend.

"Oh come on! I've seen how he looks at you! How you look at him! You're always round there with him, never here with us. I know you're having sex with him, don't even try to lie to me. I cant be with you when you're with him. I don't love you anymore, its over."

With that he spun around quickly and strode to the front door, slamming it on his way out, not even looking back at Claire.

She felt like crying. Her brain wouldn't process the words. He had just broken up with her because he thought she was cheating on him with Myrnin. Claire couldn't believe it. The only thing that kept her from crying was the strange feeling she had been having for the past few weeks, the lurking suspicion that this would happen. And now it had.

She turned back and opened the door to the living room. Myrnin was sat up on the sofa, hair dishevelled as well as his clothes. He still looked tired, his eyes were only half open and he seemed slightly dazed yet there was no mistaking that he had heard that.

His gaze flickered to her through half lidded eyes quickly before looking away and he ran a hand through his hair before trying to speak.

"Maybe-" He cleared his throat and tried again "I think I should leave."

His eyes flitted round the room, looking anywhere but at her and he shuffled on the sofa, pushing himself up with no trace of the vampire grace he normally had.

After straightening his waistcoat and brushing down his jacket he looked at her with a gentle eyes. Claire thought she saw a slight flicker of guilt in his expression, which he expertly composed to a sympathetic mask.

He looked slightly awkward and fiddled with his buttons nervously.

"I'm so sorry my little Claire," he murmured before bowing his head slightly and shuffling over to the portal, opening it to the lab.

He glanced behind at Claire once before stepping through the portal, leaving Claire sad and alone in the Glass House.

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