Part 7 Shane's POV
"Come on man, just tell me," I said. Michael shook his head and looked down at his hands. "Look, Shane it's better you don't know. I don't think it will affect humans, but it will affect the vampires," he said leaning back.
"Oh come on!" I said standing up. who does he think I am? "What exactly am I going to do Michael?! Go and join them?" He shook his head. "Leave it alone Shane," he said and walked into the kitchen.
How bad could it be, that he couldn't even tell his best friend? I paced the room. It was obviously something bad. People helping from the inside. Vampires getting exposed by reporters. But reporters would need a reason to be here. Wouldn't they?
As I was thinking, the door opened and closed. "Hey! Anybody home?" A voice called. It was Claire. I couldn't tell her what was going on. If Amelie hadn't told Claire yet, I wasn't about to do something stupid.
I delibrately calmed down. "Yeah, yeah, in here!" I called. She came in and looked at me. "What's going on?" She asked cautiously. I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing. Come here," I said and gestured to the pace next to me.
She came over and flopped down on to the couch. I put my arm round her and pulled her in. Claire was the only good thing in my life. She kept me sane. "How was crazy ass?" I asked. She shrugged. "Yeah, he's fine. He wants me to help him with this device, but he won't tell me what it is or what it's for. I think he's even more insane than before." She sighed and snuggled in to me.
"What did you do today?" She asked. I shrugged. "Nothing much. Went out for a drive, that's all," I replied. I wasn't going to tell her where I actually was. That would not go down well.
There was a knock at the door. I looked at Claire and she looked back at me. I stood up slowly. Michael came out of the kitchen and headed to the door. I followed behind.
Michael looked through the peep hole. "Who is it?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. It's a woman. I don't think she's a vampire though," he replied. I moved Michael out of the way and opened the door.
"Hello," the woman said, plastering on a fake smile. She had long red hair, and emerald green eyes. "I'm Justine Howgate," she said sticking out her hand. I ignored it and kept looking at her. The smile started to fade and she slowly lowered her hand.
"What do you want?" I asked, tensing up. She cleared her throat. "I was just wondering if I could as you a few questions. You must be Shane Collins aren't you?" She said.
OK, now it was getting weird. "What kind of questions?" I asked. "About the vampires," she replied, smiling. I glared at her. "Look, if this is some sick game, I don't want to know. Vampires don't exist," I lied. "And if you think any different, then your a nutcase, now bye bye," I lied and closed the door.
"What the hell was that?" Claire demanded. Me and Michael looked at eachother then back at Claire. "You don't want to know," We both said. Claire eyed us suspiciously. "What is going on?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
I shook my head. "Look, I gotta go out for a while. I'll be back. I'll tell you everything providing this goes right," I said, heading for the door. Claire got in my way. "Tell me what's going on Shane." I sighed. "Look, Claire I wish I could, but I can't. You trust me right?" I asked. she sighed and nodded. "Then wait here." I kissed her quickly and ducked out the door. It was Michael's problem now.
When I stepped outside, the reporter was still standing there. She was at the end of the path. I walked down and through the white picket fence. "Mr Collins!" She called after me. "Is it true you are living with a vampire?" She asked. I laughed and hopped into the car. I rolled down the window and gestured for her to come closer.
She stood next to the truck, pen poised to write. "Your crazy," I whispered and started up the car. I pulled out of the space and made my way down Lot Street.
I pulled up outside of the alley. I jumped out of the car and locked the doors. I made my way down the creepy alley, that narrowed the further you went down. I walked up the steps of the rickety shack and pushed open the door.
The old padalock that used to be there was gone. I grabbed the flashlight that was kept next to the door and made my way down the steps to the lab. There was lights turned on all around the room. I didn't want to know how much his electric bill cost.
Myrnin was hunched over a table with a big machine on it. He was wearing a white lab coat. That helped the whole crazy ass scientist look.
"What can I help you with Mr Collins?" He asked. I shrugged. "Claire told me that she has to help you with a machine and she doesn't even know what it's for. I think I can guess what it's for. But one problem there smart guy." His head snapped up.
"Amelie told you?" He asked, his eyes manic. It took everything I had not to flinch. I nodded and continued. "There's already reporters here." His brow furrowed. "That can't be right," he murmmered. I snorted. "Well if that woman wasn't a reporter then I don't know what the hell she was." He crossed the room to me in three long strides, his lab coat billowing out behind him.
"What did you tell her?" He asked. I shrugged. "Nothing really. She kept asking me about vampires. I told her she was crazy," I replied. He slowly exhaled. "Good." I laughed.
"You thought I'd tell her something didn't you?" I asked. He looked at me. "Can you blame me boy?" I laughed again and shrugged. "No. I guess I can't." I sat down in a chair.
"Why haven't you guys told Claire anything?" I asked. He sighed heavily. "It is not her time to know. She will only interfere," he replied, looking into a microscope. I snorted. "Yeah, and I'll just sit around like a good boy? Come on man, what the hell is going on? I have half the story here and I don't know why and now everyone is hiding the other half from me. I want the whole story. You know I'm not going to rat you guys out because if I would, I would have done it a long time ago."
"Mr Collins, I think you should leave now, and continue to say nothing to the reporters," Myrnin said flatly. "Wait, what about Claire?" I asked. Myrnin frowned. "Tell her nothing. She will know in time. Now leave."
