Chapter 9

Claire was sitting in the secret room of the Glasshouse, pen and paper in hand. She knew there was a connection between the two victims but she didn't know what it was yet.

The most recent victim was a vampire called Julie Law, she was found crucified to a grave in Morganville's cemetery…

It was just as gruesome and shocking as the first one, the vampire had her hands and feet nailed into a gravestone in the shape of a cross. Although this wouldn't kill a vampire, she did die – but from the silver coated gravestone she was staked to, and carved into her stomach were two I's: the italic symbol for two…

I now have until the last death to figure something out and there is no connection between the two deaths. So I decided to move into the kitchen where I found Michael who was….pigging out on blood?

This could not be good.

"Michael, what are you doing?!"

Looking up with red eyes, Michael smiled fangs and all.

"Last meal." He said nonchalantly.

My eyebrows shot up in confusion, "What are you talking about? You're not going to die."

With a sigh, Michael lent across the counter and in a soft voice said, "Claire, I know your smart but we are in over our heads. I want you guys to leave-"

"No!" I screamed.

"Goddamit Claire!" Michael yelled, slamming his fist on a plate on the table, smashing it to pieces and cutting his hand.

Michael started ranting at me but I was no longer paying attention, I was focused on his hand or more importantly his blood.

It was black not red.

All the vampire blood I had experimented on was red, why was Michaels different?

My eyes drifted over to the empty sports bottles thrown on to the kitchen counter which once contained human blood.

My eyes widened, "Wait there!"

Before he could process what just happened Claire had run upstairs, grabbed a vial of 'antidote' and her microscope and dragged the heavy piece of equipment down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Michael stood confused and still slightly angry.

Dumping the equipment on the table and grabbing a sharp knife from the counter and a full sports bottle I turned to Michael.

"Drink!" I said, thrusting the bottle into his hands.

Looking at me in confusion Michael tilted the bottle with a sigh of defeat, "Cheers." He said before downing the blood within the bottle.

As soon as Michael put the bottle down, I grabbed his hand and sliced his palm with the kitchen knife and squeezed his now black blood onto the slide in the microscope.

As soon as she released his hand Michael started his rain of cursing, drawing attention of Eve and Shane into the kitchen.

"What the hell is going on?!"Eve shouted.

"She cut me!" Michael cried thrusting his now healed hand towards Eve and Shane.

Shane cracked up laughing while Michael shot him a glare as Eve hugged him.

I didn't pay attention to any of this as I looked through the microscope and added the 'antidote' to Michaels currently black blood…and watched as his blood changed and became mortal.

"I did it! I found the cure!"