A/n: Okay this chapter deserves a MASSIVE author's note - Honestly, I just haven't had time to write my stories lately so...I'm really, really sorry...But I wrote a new chapter because you guys deserve it. I wuv chuuuu -xo
Chapter...I think 7? God knows, I haven't updated in far too long:
This Is Morganville:
Claire
I sprinted up the stairs of the Glass House as quickly as my legs would allow. God I missed Shane so much. Just his presence made me calm and right now – I was so not calm. At all. "Myrnin, go home, okay?"
I asked, more like stated as he rolled down his window of the car to give me a concerned look. It was day time but the sun was just starting to set. Luckily, Myrnin's face was in the shade.
Now that I thought about it, Myrnin didn't really have a home did he – it was more like a cave where he liked to go through the meaning of life and blah blah blah. "But what if you get hurt, Claire? Can you really trust Oliver?" I sighed, frowned and shook my head.
"Can anyone?" I shrugged and unlocked the door quickly, "you better ring me soon, okay?" I told him before I disappeared into the house, locking the door behind me and taking in a deep breath. I was instantly pulled tightly against someone's chest – Shane's. I could tell by the amount of black he wore and the aftershave that he used.
"You're alright?" Shane asked, pressing a kiss to my hair, I nodded and he released me hesitantly, not wanting to let me go in case something or someone hurt me.
"Never better," I joked and Eve came running down the stairs and she flew her small arms around my neck.
"CB! You're alive!" She laughed.
"Why does everyone think that I would have died? Myrnin's not that bad y'know?" I smirked and I saw Shane roll his eyes.
"I'm not even going to respond to that," Shane laughed and went into the living room. Eve eventually let me go and I grinned wide at her.
"How did it go?" She asked, leading me into the kitchen and making me a cup of coffee. I looked around the kitchen and noticed that we had more supplies – great!
"Alright, we might have figured out a cure but Myrnin's going to test it soon I hope." I explained it in the most simplest way possible for her to understand even though t was much more complicated than that.
The fact that Myrnin had to actually capture a zombie without attracting others was a huge challenge in itself. Let alone using the cure on it. And what if it made matters even worse? I shuddered, I couldn't even think about that right now.
I was home...And that was what mattered. My eyes flew open and I gasped, staring directly at Eve.
"What is it?" She asked, a little terrified.
"My parents!" I shouted and took out my phone, dialling their number quickly.
"The disease might not have spread that far yet, Claire. I'm sure that Myrnin's put up some freaky-looking border to keep them inside." Eve explained. She poured me the coffee and when my mom picked up I couldn't have been more happier.
"Hey sweetie," her soft motherly voice said into the phone. I felt a lump in my throat that had already started to remind me that I missed home. "Why the call?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing and everything, I guess." I smiled, thank God...The disease hadn't gone out of Morganville. It wasn't like it was going to be broadcast on TV either – no one could actually get in to the town without Amelie or Oliver having anything to say about it.
"Oh that's nice honey, we're all fine here. Your father's been fixing up the garden. You should come see it, it's beautiful...Little fountain and..." I completely zoned out at the word of garden and sipped my coffee, Eve went into the living room to join everyone else and I ran a hand through my hair.
"Claire?" She asked, I jumped a little and coughed.
"Here, sorry. Michael was distracting me," I lied smoothly, hoping that she would take the bait – or take the hint that she was going off on one of her mind-adventures again where she thought that everyone was just as excited about gardening as she was.
"Ah, those damn boys. How's Shane?" She asked and I swallowed hard.
"H-He's fine, a little lost though because he lost his job but yeah...He's good." I explained, a half-lie. That was technically true – he had lost his job, but then again – Everyone had at the moment because their managers were probably dead.
"Oh that's a shame, anyway honey – I have to go now, your father wants to take me out for lunch. I hope you ring soon, okay? We love you." She said sweetly.
"Yeah will do, I love you, bye." I said simply, not wanting to get too caught up in the goodbyes. I always hated goodbyes – let alone ones where they involved my parents.
It was absolute hell getting them to let me go to Morganville University, God knows what it would be like if they found out what the hell was happening in this town. Speaking of the University...How were the students holding up?
Oh God – Monica Morrell.
Jesus Christ.
I went into the living room after I finished my coffee and they were all sat there talking about Amelie. Ugh. Another one of our problems. The founder of the town had disappeared.
"She would have contacted me, I'm sure of it." Oliver sighed and ran a hand through his horrible-looking hair. I took a seat next to Shane and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder so that I could lean and snuggle against his chest.
"Well maybe she just wants to keep an extremely low profile," Michael suggested from the chair.
"But she sent me on this mission – surely she would want to see how it was going." Oliver sighed, I resisted the urge to suggest my point which was that maybe Amelie wanted to get rid of Oliver. That she had a new second in command.
But that would just end in me getting growled and shouted at and I really didn't want that right now.
"Yeah why did she send you on this mission? I'm sure that we could have looked after ourselves?" Shane asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Don't ask me – ask Amelia. Oh wait, you can't." Oliver groaned and he stormed out of the room and up the stairs and into the secret room by the sounds of it.
"Jesus, is he on his man period or something?" Eve joked and she went over and sat on the arm of the chair that Michael was sat on, he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her hand gently.
"Seems like it...Doesn't it?" I said and closed my eyes, sighing. "But it does kind of feel more secure having two vampires in the house rather than one though." I explained my thoughts, Eve nodded in agreement and we just stayed like that for a few hours – waiting for Oliver's rage to die down a little and wait for him to come back down the stairs.
When he did eventually come down all we did was just stare at him, wondering what the next stage in the plan was.
"Amelie's upstairs."
