Tah hah. If you crazies think I'm putting a tinsy winsy bit of MyrninxOliver in this… your half right. It's just funny to write and read. Lol. I think of them like the Supernatural brothers. They bicker, they fight, they threaten, but they still look out for eachother, ya know?

They complete eachother! Lol. Shut up.

Just read you judgmental lizards.

And no, Casy13, i am not saying that Oli-pop has a crush on Michael! That would be just plain weird. And your tinsy winsy bit of MyrninxOliver isn't?

Its brotherly love! Like brother from another mother. Sheesh. But if you sick-os wanna see it that way, be my guest.

"Audrey really should keep this deeper in her pocket," Myrnin chuckled. "Oh my God," Amelie breathed, "Just unlock us mahlyenki dyavol."

Russian?

Myrnin said something back in Russian and slowly made his way to Amelie. "Are you okay?" Claire said. "I'm fine," Myrnin said, unlocking Amelie, while being careful of the silver. "I-I…" Claire trialed off. She felt like she'd cry again. "Claire, you have to understand, I don't blame you whatsoever. You were sick." "But-" "Of anyone, I blame myself," Myrnin sighed.

"No! It's not your fault!"

"Kind of is…" Oliver mumbled.

Amelie got loose. She jumped out and hugged him. "Thank God you're okay," she said into his ear. Myrnin hugged her back. Amelie stood and composed herself. She leaned against the wall and rubbed her silver stained wrists.

Myrnin skipped over Oliver and moved to Claire.

"Hey!" Oliver said.

Myrnin smiled at him. "Hey." And he began to unlock Claire.

"I was next," he growled.

"You called me an idiot."

"Oh, come on! I always call you that!"

Myrnin got Claire loose and she leaped out and kissed him. "Ugh," Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. Myrnin laughed. "Are you feeling alright?" Claire asked. "I'm still a little hazy in the head, but I'll be fine." "You scared the living hell out of me," Claire said, and hugged him tighter.

"Speak for yourself," Oliver responded, "Remind me never to get you mad again.

Myrnin pulled away from Claire and went to Oliver.

"Speaking of freaky, I sensed something from you," Myrnin said and grinned.

Oliver glared at him. "What?"

"I think you were sad that I was hurt."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Just unlock me you buffoon." "Hah! You didn't deny it!" Myrnin wrapped Oliver in a hug, "You really do care!"

"Just unlock me," Oliver growled. Myrnin quickly unlocked Oliver who shoved Myrnin out of his way and stood against the wall. "I was just worried that we wouldn't be able to get out of here with you in that condition," Oliver scoffed.

Myrnin stood and touched Oliver's nose. "Uh huh." He winked at him and went to Michael. "Crazy old man," Oliver grumbled.

"You little sneak. How'd you do it?" Michael asked while Myrnin unlocked him.

"When she kneeled down, I just grabbed it out of her pocket," Myrnin replied, helping Michael up. "You're like some kind of ninja," Claire chuckled.

"Except I don't dress all in black," Myrnin corrected, "But other than that, sure. Why not?" Myrnin made a chopping motion at Michael, "Hiyah!" Michael laughed.

"So, how do we get out of here?" Oliver asked, "There are no windows and there's probably a guard out there."

"We can take a guard," Myrnin tutted. "Not you, Myrnin," Amelie warned, "You aren't strong enough." Claire felt yet another pang of guilt.

"Well, Oli-pop is," Myrnin played, nudging Oliver, "He can fight for me." Oliver slapped Myrnin's hand away. "Call me that again, and I'll hand you over to Audrey myself." "God. You two are like my mom and dad," Michael sighed.

"Why don't you just ask for directions, honey?" Myrnin laughed.

Oliver clutched the skin between his eyes with his thumb and index finger and sighed.

"…Anyway…" Claire said awkwardly, "I think we should just bust out and attack anything that comes at us." "Sounds moderately reasonable," Amelie responded, "What other choice do we have?"

So Oliver stood in front of the door. Amelie counted down silently with her fingers. When she got to zero, Oliver kicked down the door with ease and the five ran out. Then they all saw the people in the other room. And from the auras, Amelie could tell they were all vampires.

"Back! Back!" Michael whispered harshly.

They all rushed back into the room. "

"That's a lot of vampires," Claire said, overwhelmed.

"I counted ten," Oliver breathed.

"Okay. So we each take two," Amelie concluded, "Oliver, keep an eye out for Myrnin."

"Why me? Why not his equally as crazy girlfriend?"

"Because I love to see you two bicker. It's bonding. Now go."

Myrnin smiled. Claire turned Myrnin towards herself. "Whatever happens, I love you." "I love you too." Myrnin kissed her. "And plus, nothing will happen. Now let's go get Amelie's evil twin."

Michael hugged Claire. "Good luck." Claire hugged him back. "Same to you."

"Can we please stop with the love fest?" Oliver groaned, "Morganville is probably already burning."

[Cue "My Last Breath" by Evanescence.]

"Love you too, Oliver," Myrnin laughed and ran out. Oliver rolled his eyes and followed him. Claire thought she saw a small smile from him.

Amelie was out next. Michael, and then Claire.

Myrnin was already attacking one of the men viciously. For a guy who just had half the blood drained from his body, he was fighting well. Claire decided to take a frail-looking woman. She leaped out and tackled her to the floor. The woman hissed and kicked her off. Claire retaliated by grabbing hold of her neck and swinging her backwards into the wall.

The vampire's head hit the wall hard and she was out.

Claire saw Michael struggling, and was about to go over and help when Oliver got to him first. Oliver had a nice side; he just refused to show it at times. [I still hate him tho.]

Abruptly, Claire was attacked by a big burly man. Oh, man.

As she fell to the ground she spotted an old pencil. She smiled. In honor of Shane, Claire used all her strength and shoved the man away, quickly reached out, and snagged the pencil.

The man get a confused look, but it turned to shock as Claire plunged the pencil into the vampire's chest. He fell, paralyzed.

Claire looked around. Amelie ferociously threw a woman at the wall. She fell to the floor. Claire saw a bloody gash on her forehead that wasn't healing. Whoa.

Amelie moved one to another vampire. Then Claire saw that the woman she knocked unconscious was waking up. Claire looked around and found another pencil. Hehehe. As the woman struggled to get up, she stabbed the pencil into her chest. She fell back down.

Claire looked up and saw Oliver staring at her with questioning eyes. "What?" Claire breathed. "That won't kill them," Oliver stated. "So?" Claire retorted, "I don't feel comfortable with k-" Oliver bent down and snapped the woman's neck. Claire felt like she might throw up.

"You being comfortable is going to get us all killed," Oliver snarled. He moved past her and to the man. Another sharp snap.

Claire moved away from him in a blur and to Myrnin who sat against the wall looking very weak. "You okay?" "Not really," Myrnin sighed. Claire knew what he needed. Amelie was over at Myrnin's side in a blur. "Myrnin?" "What?" Myrnin asked the air.

"Oh, dear," Amelie said. She helped him up and supported him as he walked. "Oliver," Amelie called, "Go find a you-know-what." Oliver nodded and headed out a door. Claire saw that it lead to a stair case.

Claire got worried. "Is he going to be okay?"

"If he gets blood now, he'll be fine," Amelie responded, sitting Myrnin on a couch. Claire looked around. There were a couple desks tipped over and a lamp shattered. Bodies everywhere. Blood on the floor. It was like a horror movie set.

Michael walked over. "Do you want me to help Oliver?"

"No, he can do it," Amelie confirmed.

"I took his blood," Claire said, he eyes fixed on Myrnin's closed, "Can I give it back?"

"No, your body had probably already converted it," Amelie replied, "And you need it more anyway. His blood is keeping you under control."

"Right…" Claire sighed.

About five minutes later, Oliver came back with a struggling man. Late twenties Claire guessed. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. Oliver had his hand over his mouth and he dragged him over to Amelie. Amelie put her hand over his mouth quickly as Oliver removed his. She looked straight into his eyes. "Shhh…" she soothed, "Sleep."

The man went limp.

"Whoa," Michael exhaled, "How'd you do that?"

"Years of practice," Amelie responded and Amelie bit the man's wrist. The scent of blood filled the room. She removed it from her mouth and brought his arm over to Myrnin. Myrnin's eyes fluttered open and he locked his mouth over the bloody wound gratefully.

Claire lowered her eyes. Myrnin had been on a streak of not feeding on humans. That was all ruined now. Just like her taking too much blood from Myrnin ruined the pattern.

Great. Just, great.

A couple of minutes later, Myrnin pulled away and licked his lips. "Thank you, Amelie."

"You need to keep up your strength," Amelie set the man down gently and looked to Claire, "You feeling alright? No sickness you can feel?" "Not really. The only sick I feel is guilt," Claire sighed back. "I told you not to feel guilty, Claire," Myrnin said, sitting up, "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," Claire lied. She did feel a buzzing in the back of her head. A buzzing that she knew would turn into a headache.

"Okay," Oliver said, "We need to find Audrey and save this pathetic little town."

Amelie glared at him. "Pathetic?"

"Er, this prosperous little town."

"That's what I thought you said."