Chapter 7
Claire's POV
I moaned. Shane's hands roamed underneath my t-shirt, as I knotted my hands in his hair, pressing our mouths closer together.
Michael and Eve were at work, and I had the day off, so we had the place to ourselves. Nice.
The doorbell interrupted our happy moment. Shane shook his head slightly, silently telling me to ignore it. But when the door bell rang for the second time, I sighed got off him. His mouth pouted, silently cursing whoever was at the door. I quietly laughed, he looked adorable.
I straightened my top and buttoned the top of my jeans, before I opened the latch on the door.
Amelie stood at the door. She was under the shade of the porch so the bright Texan sun wouldn't burn her, with her bodyguards both holding huge umbrellas just in case.
"Hello, young Claire," she said, her voice was formal and had emotionless . The two vampire bodyguards that stood closely behind her were twice the size of her. It wasn't at all intimidating. Note the sarcasm.
"Er... Hi?" I said. It came out more like a question, surprised at her sudden appearance. Amelie doesn't normally just pop around for a quick chat.
"So... What can I do for you?" I ask, looking down at my feet, suddenly feeling awkward.
I wondered what she wanted... If it was what I hoped it wasn't, then I was in some deep shit. I gulped at the thought of my head hanging above her mantle piece.
"I know you have it Claire," she held out a hand before I could start my false protests that told her I didn't know what she was talking about.
"You know very well what I'm talking about, so don't pretend like you don't. I want it by the end of the week at the latest." And with that she walked off, her bodyguards following behind her, both holding their large umbrellas. I watched her reach her car, with windows so heavily tinted that they would be illegal for anyone that was human.
But before she sat in the car, she stood staring at me, with a bodyguard protecting her from the sun with the open umbrella.
"I mean it Claire," she said menacingly. "If I don't get this cure by the end of the week, there will, and I guarantee you, will be trouble you don't want yourself to get into." She got into her car with her bodyguard, and drove away quickly.
I stepped back into the Glass House and closed the door, after a moment to think about it, I put the latch on. Because that would keep away all the scary vampires. I sighed and lightly hit my head against the front door. I was in trouble now.
I felt big strong hands hold my waist from behind and a soft warm mouth against the crook of my neck.
"Everything okay?" Shane whispered into my neck.
"Asides from the scary vampire Founder threatening me for the cure, everything's just hunky dory," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I hadn't told anyone about Monica threatening me, she would probably forget about the next time she sees some jock that takes more steroids than a druggie, that she found 'attractive'.
I felt Shane stiffen from behind me.
"She threatened you?" he asked, sounding pissed and angry.
I turned around to face him.
He sighed, "Look Claire, I know this cure is probably a massive breakthrough for the vamps, but you shouldn't have to go through this for them. They don't own you," he says looking into my eyes.
I look into his eyes, I see so much love. Love for me. I knew Shane would protect me from anything, but this? This is such a... a... I didn't know what this was to be honest, but it was pretty massive.
I leant into him, feeling secure. He wound his arms around me and I knew I could trust him, but this was something I had to do alone.
"I'm hungry," said Shane.
I laugh at him, "Way to spoil a romantic moment... again..."
I felt Shane chuckle against me, he led me away to the kitchen where I helped him chilli, minus the oh-my-god sauce.
Whilst I was chopping onions and Shane frying various ingredients, there was another knock on the door. Great.
I left the onion I was chopping half diced and went to open the door.
Once opened it revealed the one and only bitch whore, that is, Monica Morell. Yay.
As soon as I saw her, I was about to shut the door right back in her face, but she stuck her foot at the door to stop me.
"Come on now Claire, I don't bite," she said pouting her lower lip.
I glared at her.
"So you know what I want, and I expect to get it," she said, giving me a mocking smile.
I didn't answer; it didn't put her off though.
"I will get this Claire," she says, closing the space between us, trying to intimidate me. She sighed. "You have until the end of the week, before things start going off in flames..."
And that's when I shut the door in her face.
I walked back into the kitchen and began chopping onions.
Shane looked at me from the frying pan. I stared at the diced pieces of onions.
"So who was at the door?" asked Shane hesitantly, sensing I was slightly pissed.
I stopped chopping and looked up at him, "Ugh, just Monica, she's pissing me off. She wants the answers to the chemistry finals next month."
I wasn't going to tell Shane the truth, he'd only worry, and I don't even know what I was supposed to do with it yet. Obviously I wanted to give it to Michael, I mean he was one of my best friends, and I wanted him and Eve to be happy. Giving it to Amelie would be the right thing to do, the responsible, thing to do. I didn't even know why Monica of all people wanted it, but if must be a pretty good reason, if she was threatening me.
If Myrnin just worked out how to re-create it, then it would all be okay. I just hope he could.
"If she's harassing you, give her the wrong answers... or I'll happily sort her out for you..." his voice sounding hopeful, at the second one.
"Thanks, but no thanks," I said smiling, tip toeing to kiss him on the cheek.
After finishing cooking, without any further doorbell ringing, we sat down in front of the TV to eat our bowls of chilli.
About half way through my first bowl of chilli, with Shane already close to finishing his second, the doorbell rang. Again.
I sighed as I got up to answer it, "Well, we're popular today," says Shane, going onto his third bowl.
I opened it either expecting Amelie or Monica again, but instead it revealed a guy who looked about 20, with dark brown hair.
"Er... Can I help you?" I asked the guy. He looked kinda nervous.
"Claire Danvers?" he asked, his voice questioning.
"Yeah," I said, stepping forward, curious as to what he wanted. Maybe something had happened...
The guy stepped closer to me and grabbed me by my arm and pressed a cloth, which smelled weird, to my nose before I could even acknowledge what was happening.
And that's when I blanked out.
Extra long chapter for you guys! Claire's kidnapped :O But by who?... Amelie got some vamps to do her dirty work? Monica got one of her boy toys to kidnap Claire? Or was it someone completely different?...
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