This is the next chapter of Lost and Found.
I Do Not Own Morganville Vampires. Rachel Caine Does.
Chapter 9
Shane's POV
How could it be him? I didn't think he was a vampire. No one did. But there he was, pulling Claire away from me. He was out of his hippie dippie old guy outfit, and was changed into a black shirt, black pants, and black shoes.
Claire had a terrified face on. I hated seeing her like that. I just wanted to pull her away from all her troubles and drown her in a thousand kisses. But Oliver was pulling her to who knows where. ( Gasp. It was Oliver.)
Then another thought hit me. The other vampires. The ones behind me. I turned around, but, there was no one, or thing, there. I had to get Claire back, before something bad happens to her.
I ran back to the Glass House and slammed the door open and closed. When I ran up the stairs, I got there just in time to see Eve coming out of Michaels room, with him trailing along behind, stakes in hand.
"Something I don't know about?" They looked at each other very briefly before looking back at me.
"Where's Claire?" Michael said looking around for her.
"That's why I slammed the door. She went out to meet up with Dylan. And got dragged away by Oliver." Eve gasped.
"Oliver? What would he want with Claire?" Michael put an arm around her shoulders. I raised an eyebrow before I continued.
"Did you know that Oliver was a vampire? Because I sure didn't." Acid could be seen dripping off my words as I spoke them.
"He's a vampire? How do you know that? Never mind." Eve was angry but looking up at me, she became scared.
"And he took Claire. We have to get her back." I yelled at them.
"Calm down, Shane. We can't do anything while it's it dark out. Eve, could you go make some coffee, please?"
"Sure."
Claire's POV
When I woke up, I couldn't see anything. It was dark. At least in the room I was in. I couldn't tell much about the room, but, it smelt strongly of chemicals.
"Where am I?" I said out loud.
"In my lab, little one. Does your head hurt? I told him not to hurt you, but he never listens." He kept talking on and on about this man. But I wasn't listening. My head did start to hurt, really bad. I started to listen to the sounds around me. The tick-tock of a clock. The drip-drop of a faucet. Even the occasional squeak of what I guessed was a mouse or hamster. Then I noticed that the guy stopped talking. Instead he started to pace in front of me.
"Why am I here? Where is here? What are you going to do to me?" I started to get hysterical. Wondering what happened, why I was taken. Oh no. "Is Shane alright? Where is he?"
"Oh little Claire. He's fine, I didn't need him. It's only you. And if I were you, I wouldn't trust young Dylan anymore. He knows all about this town and the vampires. And yet, he told you to go into the night. He cannot be trusted."
"Oh and you can? You are the one that kidnapped me and stashed me who knows where! Who are you anyway? And why did you need me?" He was even more creepy now, than when I first 'met' him.
"My name, dear one, is, Myrin. And I am the second oldest vampire in the world." I could tell that he was standing right in front of me now, but I didn't move.
"And how does it feel being second best?" I couldn't help it. It slipped out before I thought about it.
Suddenly, I was being held by my throat, very tightly, a couple feet off the ground. "Don't insult me, Claire. I might end up doing something I would regret later." Myrin sounded deadly when he told me this.
"Myrin. You can stop scaring the poor girl." An older woman stepped out of the shadows. She had hair as white as snow and an outfit to match. It was a two piece suit. An off white jacket over a white shirt and an off white pencil skirt. Her shoes were, you guessed it, white.
"Let me have my fun. I barley get any company down here." Myrin let go of me, resulting in me falling to the ground, landing on my butt.
"Remember the last time you 'played' with your assistant?" The white woman had a very controlled voice and relaxed but aware body language.
"No. You never let me."
"And I'm not going to start now." Their conversation was starting to register in my head.
"Did you say assistant? I'm not anybody's assistant." I picked my self up off the ground, regretting it as I did. There was a bruise starting to form.
"That is why you are here Claire. I need you to help Myrin here, find the cure." Her heels clicked on the ground as she walked somewhere. The lights turned on and I finally saw what was in the room. Test tubes, viles, chemicals, tables. stacks of books on the floor, books on shelves, chairs, trash, and a whole lot of dust.
"The cure for what?"
"For vampires Claire. We're dieing. You are to assist Myrin in his research, and your classes will be modified to help enhance your learning. You will come here immediately after school and assist Myrin in anyway he needs and you will do this Monday through Friday, having Saturday and Sunday off."
"I haven't said that I'd do it yet. What if I don't want to. I mean, I can decline." I mean I could, right? It's not like they could do anything to me.
"Ahh, Claire. That's where your wrong. You have to help. And if you resist. We have our ways of making you comply." As She said this she slowly made her way over to me, ending up right in front of me, looking down.
"What's your name?" I mean, she hasn't even told her name and she wants me to 'work' for her?
"My name Claire, is Amelie."
"Do I get paid. I should because it could be classified as work." I better be getting paid. I wasn't, well that would completely SUCK.
"Yes, Claire. You will be getting paid. You start on Monday."
"Can I go back now. It's been fun and all, but they're probably worried sick by now." Now that I think about it, Eve's probably having an anurysm by now.
"Oliver will escourt you back to the Glass House. As soon as he gets here, you can go."
"The Glass House?" What's that?
"The house you're staying at. Michael Glass Owns the house." Amelie answered.
"Oh." I kind of felt like an idiot. Not knowing Michaels last name. Or anyone's last name for that matter.
"Oliver is here, Claire. Time to go." Ok.
"Bye Claire." I looked over at Myrin, who was hunched over something on a table. I had forgotten he was there.
"Bye, Myrin."
Oliver turned out to be the guy that dragged me here. Oh joy. As soon as he say me, he turned around and started to walk away. I followed him. It was still pretty dark outside, but the sun was going to rise soon enough.
"I'd stop cutting your arms if I were you." How did he know about that?
"How did you know that?" Voicing my thoughts.
"We are vampires. We can smell the blood on your arms. And open blood near a vampire is never a good thing."
"And why do you care?" He didn't seem like the kind to care what happened to me or any 'humans'.
"We're here. Better go." He was acting so strange. So I just walked past him up the walk and steps to the door. When I was going to open the door. I remembered that I hadn't gone out that way. So it was probably locked, but I tried anyway, and to my surprise, it was open.
When I looked back towards Oliver, he wasn't there. Creepy. I turned back to the door and walked in, not expecting what I saw. Shane and Michael with silver stakes and Eve with a bottle of water? What would that do?
"Hey guys." Casually walking in, making my way to the kitchen.
"Claire! Where were you? Last time we saw you, you were being dragged away from Shane by a vampire! Oliver no least! And you just walk in here like nothing happened." Eve had dropped the water and was standing in front of me, screaming.
"Nothing happened though." I kept trying to move around Eve, but she kept getting in the way.
"Nothing Happened! You were dragged away by vampires, and expect us not to care! Why were you taken, anyway?" That's when I noticed that Shane and Michael hadn't said anything.
"Amelie hired me"
