Claire's POV:

It's been about two weeks since Michael agreed to the dinner party. And well, tonight was that night. Shane and Michael had gotten out their best dress attire and Eve and I managed to find classy and sophisticated yet still totally sexy dresses from some shop by Founders Square.

Eve and I were cooking in the kitchen…well I was cooking. Eve was running around trying to make sure I looked perfect. While I was making the pasta she was trying to curl my hair so it made my V-neck belted white party dressed looked even better. It really did look hot on me, well, so Michael said.(Picture of Claire's dress is on my profile)

Eve was wearing a black a strapless neckline with a form fitting corset like waistline that was accented with purple shading to the black. The banded drop waist with rosette detail, and short full skirt made her look young and ready to party, but at the same time quite chic.(Picture of Eve's dress is on my profile)

"Hold still Claire, they're gonna be here any minute and you're not ready."

"I am too. My makeup is done, and I'm dressed. My hair looks fine, so help me cook."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I could make you so much prettier. Not that you're not totally gorgeous now, but you've seen my work. I've made you hot beofre. What do you want me to do?"

I instructed her to take the meat out of the oven when Michael and Shane came in, looking very handsome. Both were wearing black jeans and similar button downs, though Michael's was black with grey/blue pinstripe, while Shane's was just a bluish grey.

Michael had rolled up his sleeves to about his elbows and he rubbed his hands together, looking excited. "Smells great. Mind if we have a taste?"

Shane was already at the stove, trying to stick his finger in the sauce for the pasta. Eve smacked his hand and he pulled away. He held his hands up in surrender and went to the fridge to get a beer. "Do we have to hide these? Because last time there was beer in the house when Claire's folks were here they nearly took her away."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm getting married. I think they can't say anything anymore. Plus, I'm over eighteen, so it's they're no longer in control of me."

Michael had his arm around my waist while I cooked. "You are so hot when you're being defiant."

Shane gagged and Eve just laughed. "Don't be mean Shane. If I remember correctly you once said she was so cute when she grunted in annoyance…like a fierce little kitten."

He flipped her off but walked over and kissed her. They both jumped when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." He said as he walked out.

"Crap! Dinner's not done." I ranted.

"Claire! Your parents are here!" Shane called.

Michael took the wood spoon out of my hand and smiled at me. "Go do the whole meet and greet. Eve and I will finish."

I kissed him quickly before practically running out to the living room. Shane was chatting with my parents. They seemed quite interested, but they couldn't hide that "I think this boy is trouble" look. They looked up to me and their faces brightened. "Claire! Baby! Come give us a hug." Mom called.

I smiled and walked over, hugging Mom first. But for a moment, I thought it'd be the only one. She was hugging me so tightly I thought I'd die of suffocation. "Hon, let her go. Before she keels over." Dad said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a hug.

"I missed you guys. You have no idea."

They smiled at me as they released me. "We missed you too Claire. You need to call us more. But we're excited to be staying in town a little. We have so much to talk about."

Dad nodded in agreement. "Yes, speaking of that, where is my future son-in-law?"

Shane nodded his head to the back room. "He's in the kitchen, playing Mr. Mom with the whole cooking thing."

Dad started walking there but I quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Dad, don't scare him okay? He may be a vampire, but still. In-laws are scary."

I heard Shane snicker a bit behind me, but Dad just smiled. "I won't stake your boyfriend if that makes you feel better. Promise."

Michael startled all of us by saying, "That's a relief." I turned and saw him walking over, wiping his hands on a dish towel than tossing it on the table. He walked beside me and shook my father's hand, a real manly handshake. "Nice to see you again, sir. Glad you could make it."

Dad smiled and pulled him into one of those manly hugs. "Nice to see you again too, son. Please, just drop the 'sir' crap. I'm gonna be your father-in-law for goodness sakes. Just call me Les."

Michael seemed both surprised and flattered. He pat my dad's back. "Um, thanks. I think." He pulled away and shook my mother's hand. "Nice to see you again Mrs. Danvers."

She smiled and said, "Melinda, please."(I know that's probably the wrong name, but I liked it.)

Michael smiled and came to wrap his arm around my waist. Shane had gone back to the kitchen to help eve with dinner. My parents just kept looking between me and Michael. It was kinda awkward with the silence. Than something caught my mom's eye. She gasped and grabbed my hand, looking over the ring on my finger.

"Holy…baby, that's a big ring."

I smiled. "Thanks mom."

Dad even seemed shocked. "How did you afford that at your age?"

"Months of saving up." Michael replied.

Mom was smacking Dad's arm as she kept her eyes on the ring, trying to get his attention. "Les, this is the Tiffany's ring I saw last week that I said was absolutely stunning." She leaned in and whispered, "Babe, that ring was like eleven thousand dollars."

"Well, you must have saved up a long while."

Michael nodded and kissed my temple. "She's worth it."

Mom said awe really dramatically and smiled. The doorbell rang and Michael stiffened. "I'll get it."

I quickly grabbed mom and dad's arm anxiously. "Mom, Dad…don't tell Michael's parents about the engagement. Michael hasn't seen them in a while. We're telling them tonight. They don't even know he's a vampire."

"Claire…" my mom said, her tone a mix of surprise and a sterness only a mother could pull off.

"I know, I know. Bad. But it's not exactly something he can tell on the phone. Best to do it in person, and this is his first chance to. Just, let us tell his parents. Just be careful what you say."

They seemed hesitant but nodded in agreement. "Do they know of vampires in general?"

I nodded. "Yeah Dad, they lived here before. When Michael was a kid. But they left and gave him the house. Which is how we're here now."

He nodded and walked off to the kitchen. Mom followed him. The doorbell rang again and I walked over to the door. Michael still hadn't answered it? I saw Michael standing at the door, just staring at it.

"Michael, honey, what's wrong?"

He looked over to me as I walked over, his eyes pained. "I can't do this."

"What? Michael they're at the door. We can't just go and hide." I kissed him reassuringly. "It'll be fine. They love you."

He sighed and nodded. But he stepped aside to let me answer. I rolled my eyes but opened the door and smiled. A short pixie like woman, with perfect blond hair stood there with her, I assume, husband, a tall medium built man with reddish brown hair. He smiled at me, but he looked surprised. "Um, I'm sorry. Do we have the right house?"

"Mrs. and Mr. Glass? Yes, it is. I'm Claire."

They smiled, seeming to recall it. "Oh, you're Claire. I'm sorry. Michael made it seem as though you were a little innocent girl, but you, oh, just stunning. You're Michael's girlfriend?"

I nodded. "Yes, I am. Please, come in."

They smiled and stepped into the house, looking around fondly. "Oh, such good times in this house. Michael's taking good care of it I see. Where is he?"

I looked past them and he wasn't there…chicken shit. I looked back to them and laughed embarrassed. "Oh, he's probably in the kitchen, helping Shane and Eve finish cooking. I'll take your coats."

They smiled and nodded, handing me their jackets and welcomed themselves into the living room. Michael walked to the door frame and just watched them as they looked over the living room from their seats on the couch. It faced away from him so they couldn't see him standing there. I discretely waved him in here, and he shook his head. I noticed his parents staring at me, so I smiled. "I'll be right back." And I dashed for the kitchen.

Mom and Eve were busy laughing over horrible cooking stories. Dad and Shane were at the kitchen table…chatting over beers? And laughing. What the hell? This was odd, but at least it was working out. Now for the Glass parents. Michael grabbed my arm and just stared at me, scared out of his mind.

"Michael, come on. It's your parents." I whispered.

He frowned. "I can't."

I sighed and kissed him. "Yes you can."

it relieved me to see him consider it. He snuck a peak at them from the door frame and looked back to me, nodding. "Fine."

I took the ring off my finger and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. He seemed confused. "Until you're ready to tell them."

He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to the living room with him. His parents look amazing in their dress clothes, but they looked scary…I had to admit. Maybe it was just knowing that one day they'd be my in-laws, or something else, but they really were kinda scary. They looked up to him and smiled. His mom stood up and started walking over to him, but she stopped midstep and looked him over. His father was beside her in a second.

Michael stiffened beside me. "Hey Mom, Dad."

They looked between me and him, and they looked…scared. "Michael. Baby, please, tell me I'm just seeing things."

"Michael Glass, tell me I'm not looking at my only son now as a vampire."

Michael just looked down, not saying anything. I stuttered a second and jumped in. "Look, Michael has been amazing. Yes, he's a vampire. But he had no choice. It was that or die. And because he did that, he saved me and Eve and Shane. We'd probably be dead had it not been for him. Sure, he drinks plasma now, but he is still your son. And that's all that matters…right?"

They exchanged a look. Michael's dad looked like he was fuming, but he slowly calmed and nodded. "Right." He said. He looked Michael over a second. "Look, Michael. We love you, always will."

Michael waited. "But…?"

"But nothing. Look, sweetie. You're our only son. We love you as a vampire or no. We lived in Morganville all our lives. I think we're used to vampires. So it's no problem. We love you Michael." She took his face in her hands and kissed his cheeks. "Just as long as you don't try to kill us."

He smiled. "I haven't done that at all since I was converted."

His dad seem surprised but kept his mouth shut about it. "G-Good for you, son. Now, let's eat. I'm starved. It was a long drive up here."

"Oh, there's some appetizers in the kitchen. Feel free to help yourselves. Food should be finished any minute."

They smiled and walked into the kitchen. I started to follow them but Michael caught my wrist and pulled me into a hot and really sexy kiss. "My god, I love you so much right now."

I laughed and smiled. "What are girlfriends for."

He smiled. "You are so much more than that…now I just have to tell them."

I pat his chest. "Let's wait until after the entrée at least."

He laughed and pulled me into another kiss. It was sweet this time. He held my face as he kissed me and murmured, "I love you."

Before I had time to tell him the same, my parents came out and startled us. They were laughing with Michael parents, carrying trays of food to the nicely dark red clothed dining room table. Michael had to buy a new table over all because it didn't fit more than four. But it was a nice eight seater, very beautiful. Shane and Eve followed them out with extra food and settled beside each other on one end. Michael sat beside me at the end, across from my parents. Michael's parents sat beside Michael.

I felt bad. Michael's father was keeping an extremely close eye on him, but he didn't seem upset…too much. His mother, well, she was better, but I can tell it bothered her. All throughout the meal, Michael looked upset a bit, like he noticed too. Of course he noticed, he noticed pins falling on the floor, so he would notice his parents giving him the evil eye.

When we were all finally settling for coffee and dessert, things took a bad turn.

"So, how long have you lived in Morganville Claire? I don't recall Michael ever mentioning you in his high school years." Michael's mother asked casually.

I smiled. "No, I moved here last September. I started out as a freshman at the University."

That surprised them. "Why come to Morganville?"

"My parents wanted me to be still close for the first year. I started school at sixteen, so my parents were worried I was still a little too young for my own good."

His father blinked surprised. "How old are you kid?"

"I'm eighteen presently."

They both seemed surprised. "She's quite bright for her age." Mom added.

"Majoring in physics as we speak." Dad added before stuffing his mouth with another mouthful of cake. No need to add that my classes had been changed when I started working for Myrnin.

"Oh, that must be difficult. But that's wonderful. Congratulations. Michael, you've landed a nice one." Eve's smile faltered a bit but she quickly recovered and put her hand on Shane's. It nearly broke my heart. Michael's dad redirected his comments to her. "What happened with you two? His mom always made it seem that you two were together. Maybe I just misunderstood but I could have sworn."

She seemed nervous but smiled still. "Well, we were for a while. But, well, things changed. I saw they were in love, so we broke up, and I let them be together."

His mom smiled. "Awe, that's sweet. I mean, it's sad to hear for you Eve, but I'm glad you all managed to find someone."

"That's for sure." Mom said, smiling.

Michael seemed hesitant to say something. He put his hand on my knee and I pat his arm reassuringly. He looked so nervous. He sat there a moment, playing with his cake, not making eye contact with his parents. He held my hand under the table as he spoke. "Well, that's good. You know, I'm really in love with Claire-"

"We can see that. You've had a hand on her every second since we walked in the door. Makes me think you're relationships more sexual than anything else." Mr. Glass said.

"Holding her hand is hardly sexual. I love her."

"Love her, or love doing her?" his dad said in a snarky tone.

"Excuse me just one damn minute-" my dad snapped back just as harshly.

"No Mr. Danvers. It's fine. I'll deal with this." Michael said. He looked back to his father, annoyed. "Look, Dad, Claire is not like that. She's not some-"

"Some fangbanger?"

Eve gasped, as did Shane. My parents looked utterly shocked. I knew people had called me that before, but it never hurt, at least nothing like how it hurt now. From my fiancé's parents.

He stood up so fast his chair fell back, looming over his father. "She is not a goddamn fangbanger. She's my fiancé you jackass." Michael yelled.

His parents both went silent. Mom and Dad were still in shock. As were Eve and Shane. The two were just keeping their heads low, trying to stay as out of it as possible.

"What? Michael? You're getting married?" his mother sounded hurt. "Why didn't you tell us?"

He didn't take his eyes off his father. "Because of this exactly. I wanted to tell you of everything in person. Actually, this was Claire's idea. She was the brains of this. I wanted you out of it entirely most of the time. Because I knew he'd act like this. I want nothing but respect for my future wife, and I knew my father was nowhere near capable of that."

"Michael, I-" but he cut me off.

"No, babe. This is beyond ridiculous. He hated my grandfather, and Sam did nothing but risk his life to protect us. He died to protect us. And now, just because you're with me he had the nerve to call you something as arrogant and rude as that. You are not."

"Really? So she and you haven't slept together once? What sort of self-respecting man doesn't sleep with his girlfriend when they're living together?"

"Because we're doing right. We're waiting. Because you wanted to go screw some girl on mom when I was a kid doesn't mean that I'm like you. I'm nothing like you. I'm in love with Claire and I'm going to marry her." He took the ring out of his pocket and slipped it on my finger, holding it up to them. "I'm marrying her, and there is nothing you can say or do to change that. I'm not you. And I'm proud to be. You are a jackass who is insensitive and you can go to hell."

His mom's eyes were huge. She just stared at me and Michael, and the huge engagement ring. But something seemed to click in her head. "Wait, Michael, what are you talking about? What do you mean screwing some girl when you were a kid?"

"You're kidding right? He was sleeping with his secretary for nearly a year, that is, until she dumped him when she found out he wasn't really leaving his wife. He made me promise it was 'our little secret'. 'Man to man'."

His father was to his feet now. "That was years ago. I've changed. But I see you have too. You and your little fangbanger girlfriend there. Giving her a ring don't change that. That's all she'll ever be. Just like you'll always be a bloodsucker."

It was like in the blink of an eye everything changed. Michael slammed his fist into his father's jaw and he went flying into the closest wall. Everyone screamed and was to their feet, looking over the table to watch the fight. I must have screamed the loudest because my throat really hurt after.

Michael walked over and just stared down at him. "Call my fiancé that one more time, and I'll quickly change my stats. I've managed to not kill a single person since I was converted. But I'll end those remarks faster than you have time to breathe. No one says anything to my girlfriend, especially not the man I expect to call my father. I want you out. I want nothing to do with you. I don't want you at the wedding, I don't want you coming back here again, I want you gone."

His father wiped the blood from his mouth and spit at him as he tried sitting up. "You're no son of mine. You're a bloodsucker, and a monster."

"And yet, I'm a better man than you'll ever be." Michael said before walking out the front door.

I sat there, staring at everyone in absolutely terror and shock. I was frozen by my seat. I couldn't move. His mother was at my side in a second. "Please Claire. Go talk to him. My husband, he didn't mean it."

Mr. Glass was standing now, wiping more blood away. "No, I meant every word. She's nothing but a fangbanger, and that's all my son is. A goddamn vampire. Don't change my words. I know what I said."

I felt tears prickling at the edge of my eyes. I never wanted this. This was not how it was supposed to go. His mother stroked my hair, tears in her eyes. "Please Claire…he's my son. Please talk to him. I can't lose my son."

Only after a moment of hesitation, I saw there was nothing but genuine words in what she'd said. I nodded and walked out to the yard after Michael…

A/N: Hope you liked it. I know it's super long. But I hope you liked it enough to read it entirely. Review please and give me your opinions, Please. 3