Okay, sorry for taking so long to upload but to be perfectly honest I have been revising solidly for exams I have got that i'm failing at the moment. Enjoy :)
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Claire's POV
I seriously need to do something. It's so boring when you are dead! Or whatever I am anyway. I still don't know. It's so frustrating! I need to know! I bet Myrnin would know if he was here. But he isn't of course. All I have for company is Jason, the joy! He isn't exactly a massive talker and he did kill me so I really wouldn't talk to him anyway. Well, he kind of killed me. I still wonder why he is here too, I mean surely Shane, Eve and Michael wouldn't be in the house if they killed him and it was only Eve who was really there. Unless there was someone else. But there couldn't have been. God! I really, really wish I knew what was going on. Life (or death, whatever) would be so much easier if I knew what was happening.
Shane and Eve are sleeping. Well at least I think they are, they went upstairs anyway. Michael had gone out, to do vamp stuff I presume, so it was pretty empty in the house. All you could hear was the wind howling outside. It's pretty windy for June actually, I hope there aren't any freak weather fronts or whatever. I suppose Morganville can withstand anything though to be perfectly honest. Still, I hope nothing too bad happens. I severely doubt it will like but it doesn't hurt to be cautious. Not like I would be able to do anything in this state but you never know.
Just at that moment Shane decided to appear from down the stairs. God, he looked bad. Pale, sallow skin and deep bags under his eyes. I hate seeing him like this! And knowing it's my fault. If I hadn't of died (or whatever) he wouldn't be like this. No one would. Everything would be perfectly normal. Or as normal as what it used to be anyway. He collapsed onto the sofa and hung his head in his hands. His shoulders started shaking and I could tell he was crying. I wanted so badly to walk over and comfort him like I did earlier. To say everything would be alright. To reassure him that I'm fine. Anything to get him to realise I'm not dead (or I am) and to help him move on.
I moved over and stood in front of him wishing that he could see me, willing him to see me. He did look up but seemed to look through me, like Michael did, and not at me. Why? Why me? It could have happened to anyone! I felt more tears slide from my eyes as I closed them only they seemed numbing. I must be immune to them, the amount of time I've cried since coming to Morganville. Actually, thinking about that I have cried quite a few times since coming here. Well more than a few actually.
Shane's POV
I just couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of Claire. That's all I'm able to think of these days. The wind didn't help my trying to sleep to be perfectly honest and it was rather strong for this time of year. I pushed that to the back of my mind and I headed down stairs. I couldn't cope in my room. It just reminds me of Claire far too much. Mind you, downstairs wasn't much better. I hung my head in my hands and let my tears fall. I should really move on but I just can't. Not yet anyway.
It was like Lyssa all over again. I couldn't protect her and I couldn't protect Claire. There must be something wrong with me. I can never do anything right. I always screw up! If I had done that one thing right and saved her, Lyssa would be alive, my mum would, my dad wouldn't be a vampire hunting maniac and Claire would still be alive. It's all my fault, all because I didn't look after her like I was supposed to. If I had only just listened...
I couldn't bear it anymore. I shut off my brain and concentrated on something else. Anything else. Like the temperature. It was so cold in this house recently. It's as if it had sensed Claire's death and was mourning for her. I don't blame it really. She shouldn't have died. She didn't deserve it. No one does. No one ever deserves something like that. Especially not Claire. She never did anything wrong. Never. I take a deep breath and raise my head. I need to do something. I can't just sit around feeling sorry for myself. Well I could but I don't want to. I want to do something to distract me, even if it is temporarily.
I pull out a random video game and put it in. Maybe killing some zombies will help. It usually does anyway. I just hope to hell it helps with this...
Michael's POV
Crap. It's bad. It's really, really bad. I bet no one would even suspect a thing but this is a killer. It shouldn't be happening either. Not now. It's the wrong time and it's far, far too powerful. And the thing is. No one can stop it. All we can do is wait till it destroys us, and it will destroy us without a doubt. We just have to wait it out. Wait for our deaths.
I rush back home, breaking every speed limit known to man. I have to get back and warn the others. Mind you Shane probably won't even be asleep knowing him. Claire's death reminds him of Lyssa far too much. I don't think he can cope well, all he does is beat himself up about it and blames it on him. But neither situations were his fault. We just have to get him to believe that.
Mind you I don't suppose any of that will matter now. We are all going to die anyway. It's not like we are going to die peacefully and quickly either, it will be all screaming and mayhem and panic. I know I sound so pessimistic but it's completely true. We are all doomed. Nothing to save us now. Literally. Unless there is a God, but I do doubt that. After all, why would he have made vampires? Most of us hate being this way.
I pull into the drive and jump out the car, rushing into the house and slamming the door behind me. We have about 10 minutes roughly, or at least that's what I was told by Amelie. She seemed so calm about it all. I don't know how you can be calm about your impending death and doom but she seemed to be. I speed walk into the living room and Shane jumps off the couch, immediately knowing something is wrong. I hear Eve walk down the stairs and wait for her to join us so I can drop this bombshell.
Claire's POV
I jumped up as Michael burst through the door, and by the look on his face it was serious. Completely and utterly serious. This couldn't be good. Eve wandered in, took one look at the guys' facial expressions and her face went twice as white as it's usual pale colour. Michael went straight over and wrapped her in his arms. I saw the flash of pain that went through Shane's eyes then but I was then distracted by Michael's words.
"We're going to die." Michael announced in a plain voice. Just straight to the point. He didn't explain anything and just walked into the kitchen. I presume he went to get his 'juice' because he did look a bit pale and tired. After about one minute he walked back in and just shrugged. He shrugged. What! He just told us we were all going to die and he shrugs! If I wasn't already dead (kind of) I would totally stake Michael. Well maybe that was an overstatement, but I wouldn't be happy.
Michael offered no more explanation to why everyone was dying and no one seemed to really mind. Shane sat playing video games, Eve sat sleeping and Michael was pacing. I have to admit I was pacing too. I really didn't want to see everybody die in front of me, no matter what. That would be truly awful. I mean it. It would be heartbreaking.
Suddenly the winds picks up all of a sudden and half the windows blow in. Blimey. Everyone dropped to the floor and threw their hands over their head. Including 'I'm so tough' Jason. That was a bit rapid. I was expecting a long, winding, arduous time where we all sat around feeling sorry for ourselves. Anyway, seems like the wind was the problem. Morganville was probably going to be blown right off the map.
I went on like that for a while. The wind blowing the house down slowly, piece by piece. It was dark outside so I couldn't see much. I couldn't hear much over the roar of the wind through my ears so I couldn't hear any screaming, though I'm sure Eve was doing plenty of that. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if anyone else was screaming either. This was it. The end of Morganville.
I woke up pretty much the way I woke up before. Lying on my back, disoriented and hurting. I could feel people around me and I could hear them struggling to move and I could tell they were in pain. I wasn't feeling as bad as the last time so I found it much easier to stand up and explore my surroundings.
I was standing in a wide open space that looked like the floor of a room but there were no walls or roof, just a deserted floor in a field. Jason was standing just behind me and Michael, Shane and Eve were lying on the floor. They definitely looked like they were in some extreme pain and they were kind of rolling onto their sides. I knew how that felt, I experienced it once I 'died' the first time. Oh no. They died didn't they. So can they see me? Only one way to find out...
THE END. Okay so the only reviews i'm getting is from my friends and I really can't be bothered to carry this on so I decided to cut it short. I do have an alternate ending so you can read that if you want to :)
Alternative Ending
I woke up pretty much the way I woke up before. Lying on my back, disoriented and hurting. I could feel people around me and I could hear them struggling to move and I could tell they were in pain. I wasn't feeling as bad as the last time so I found it much easier to stand up and explore my surroundings.
I was standing in a wide open space that looked like the floor of a room but there were no walls or roof, just a deserted floor in a field. Jason was standing just behind me along with Shane, Michael and Eve. I rushed into Shane's arms and I finally felt at home. This was where I was supposed to be. We all turned around and held hands. This was it. This was the moment. After years of waiting we finally skipped off into the sunset to follow the rainbow to the best time of our lives...
I suppose you can review if you want but i'm not going to carry this on. I don't even enjoy writing this to be honest, at least now I have more time for revision :)
