A/n: Hia guys! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in ages! So here's an extra-extra long chapter for all the nice reviews I'm getting! I can't reply to them at the moment but thank you to all of you for reviewing! I'm still hoping to achieve my goal of reaching 100 reviews by New Year, that would be absolutely-epic!

Chapter 9: Unexpected.

"I need some time just deliver the things that I need for now,
Everything that I feel's like a warm deep calm casting over me,
And it's taking me to somewhere new,

If you believe that everything's alright,
You won't be all alone tonight,
And I'd be blessed by the light of your company,
Slowly lifting me to somewhere new.

Don't let me down,
All the love's still there I just don't know what to do with it now..."

Stay - Mayday Parade

Claire:

My eyes fluttered open slowly; willingly this time, not forced open like they were before. I looked around for anything familiar and then I saw an empty pizza box and knew that I was home. At the Glass House. I could smell the fresh smell of a cologne which reminded me of...New clothes and the ocean. I turned around and looked up into the eyes of Michael. I giggled, feeling nervous.

"Good morning," I said to him.

"-Afternoon." He muttered back to me with a smirk plastered wide on his face.

"Afternoon!?" I snapped and sat up and checked my watch. He was exactly right, it was half six in the evening! How on Earth did that happen? I went to...School, yes? Then...Oh shit. I placed a hand to my forehead as a very, all-too-familiar throbbing pain arose from it's bed once again to remind me to never be that stupid again. I didn't care what anyone else said; it was my fault that I got hurt. I should have brought Michael with me or something, I should have known that Monica would have come after me. It had been quite a while after all since her last...Beating.

"How're you feeling?" Michael asked, scared for the answer by the looks of things. I turned back around to him and shook my head slowly, pouting.

"Not good..." I sniffled and he chuckled a little before standing on the couch, almost hitting the ceiling, but didn't because he was sensible and ducked. If that was Shane then he would be complaining right now. Shane...I ran a hand through my hair as he filled my thoughts comes again. He was so...Ugh. Just. Shane-y. And horrid. And...A dick.

Michael waltzed into the kitchen and I followed him, shuffling my feet one in front of another, feeling bruised all over. "How badly did I get hurt?" I asked him, wanting a completely honest answer and not just some bullshit lie.

"Well, thanks to Myrnin; you'll heal quickly." Michael answered as he took out a packet of paracetamol tablets from the cabinet, he made me a glass of water and he handed me two pills and the full glass.

"Hold on, wait a second; Myrnin?" I asked, shocked. I wasn't...Scared that it was Myrnin. I could trust him, right? Yes...I could.

"Yeah, he found you outside on the floor about five minutes before I did. And if I had got to you any later then much more damage would have been caused. The sun, and some douchebags might have come around the corner and beat you up even more." I nodded slowly and took the pills before sipping some water down and swallowed them. I sighed and drank the rest of the water, practically dying of thirst.

"I guess I should thank him later then..." I muttered before shrugging and I put the glass down before walking over to him and I locked my hands around his neck, "but I can thank you now, right?" Michael nodded slowly,

"That's your decision to make not mine...It all depends on how you want to thank me, Claire-Bear..." My whole body melted when he spoke just then and I leant up a little to give him a hint as to what I wanted, and because he was too tall, he leant down and lifted me up into his arms. Michael pressed his lips hard on mine before carrying me upstairs and into his bedroom. Vampire speed.

Holy shit. What was happening? I ran my hands through his hair thick blond hair, pulling him closer to me, needing him, wanting him right now, right this second. Michael ran a hand down my side as gently as he could; scared that he was going to break me if he pressed down any harder but I sighed and pulled away.

"I'm not glass..." I whispered to him quietly,

"You're not exactly rock either..." He replied with before kissing all over my face softly and down to my neck, running his hand across my bare stomach. My whole body shuddered with need for him, for Michael. Not for Shane. For Michael. Michael was perfect. In every single way; body and soul.

Michael lifted my shirt over my head and then he worked on my jean's button, he fiddled with it, concentrating on just how to unbutton it. He figured it out after a few seconds with a chuckle, I kicked them off and he spun us over and I kissed him deeper, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and then working on his trouser button and zip, luckily for me; I managed to get it undone much quicker than Michael and I laughed a little.

"I'm more skilful than you, Mikey..." I mocked, he shook his head slowly before spinning us around vampire speed and kissing my neck hard.

"I beg to differ," Michael whispered into my ear quietly. He ran his tongue along my neck and my whole body cried out with need, as did my voice; I let out a quiet moan of need before arching my back, pressing my body up to his, he pressed his body down to mine hard and I kissed him deeper. He bit down on my lower lip hard and I whimpered quietly, laying aside the pain that he was causing me because of the bruises. The pain was...Kind of strange. I liked it but then again I didn't.

Michael kissed along my jawline before pecking my lips as gently as he could, cupping my face with both of his hands. I was like a piece of china in his hands and he was like a bomb who could go off at any point and accidentally hurt me. But Michael would do anything that he could do to prevent that ever happening because the guilt would eat away at him. Slowly and painfully.

Michael ran a hand down my spine and he hooked his fingers around my underwear.

Just when I thought I was going to get what I wanted, the doorbell went off. Michael ignored it for a few seconds, but I could tell that he was pissed off because his hands grew more aggressive and he kissed me rougher. The doorbell kept going off and I sighed.

"M-Michael..." I whimpered to him, pushing him backwards a little. He let up and sat up slowly, running his fingertips along my stomach as he did so. He threw on a shirt and trousers before vanishing downstairs and I heard him open the front door.

He closed it a few seconds later for some reason and he appeared before me once again. I sat there wrapped up in the duvet, staring at him like a lost puppy.

"Who was it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nobody was there," he answered; obviously clearly pissed off. A knock came at the window and I screamed loudly,

"Holy shit, Michael!" I shrieked, he laughed hysterically before going to the window, without even flinching at the sound. He opened it and Oliver stepped into the bedroom with Myrnin at his side.

"What the actual hell, guys? Couldn't you have come back another time, couldn't you hear that we were um...Busy?" I asked, the anger flowing out of me slowly like a balloon losing air as I saw the anger in Oliver's eyes.

"And that is exactly why we're here. Well, that's why I'm here. I simply met Myrnin here by chance." Oliver explained, I sighed and Michael threw me one of his shirts which I put on under the duvet before shoving on a pair of his black long-pyjama bottoms and standing next to Michael's side, terrified.

"What are you talking about, Oliver? These are matters that Amelie should be personally involved with. Not you. And what does it matter to you anyway?" Michael asked, clearly pissed off at the situation which I didn't understand at all. Myrnin quickly got bored of human-affairs and searched Michael's room, when he glanced at me I shook my head at him and mouthed 'stop' like he was my son or something.

"I have spoken to Amelie. A lot of residents in Morganville have noticed some...Comfortable behaviour between you two ever since you arrived here, Claire. And today's visit has confirmed these assumptions." Oliver explained again, using that 'I'm a boss' voice that he did when he wanted to sound professional.

"What does it matter? It's not hurting anyone? Who cares if it's a human and a vampire?" I asked, understanding the situation now that Oliver had explained.

"Safety." Myrnin told me, turning to me and frowning a little. "Your safety, Claire."

"Michael's perfectly safe! More safe than you two are!" I shouted, furious at both of them for coming here; uninvited.

"We cannot prove that." Oliver simply replied with.

"Actually Oliver, yes I can." Michael paused, "we can do a test on me to see how long I can last with human blood around me in certain situations; with Claire in the room. If I can last through those missions, I can keep her. If I can't, then this, whatever this is; is over." Michael explained, I gasped at him and my eyes widened at him. How could he rely on that!? What if it didn't work?!

Oliver held out his hand, offering it to Michael and he gladly shook it before Oliver dived out the window smoothly. Myrnin sighed and shook his head at Michael in...Disgust?

"What have you done, Mr. Glass...What have you done? Making a deal with Oliver is suicide. Especially one as dramatic as this. You do realise the danger that you're putting Claire through, yes?" Myrnin explained to him, shaking his head back and forth in disappointment.

"Yes, I do understand, Myrnin. Claire is everything to me right now and I'm going to do everything I can to keep us together. Not even Oliver and blood can stop that." Michael replied smartly with. Myrnin sighed and turned to me,

"Claire, I have a few things to sort out in the lab. But I think that you should sort out this...Mess...I meant deal with Oliver first. Come and talk to me when this is all over." He turned to Michael and spoke smoothly, "if you keep her alive." - before leaving the bedroom the same way Oliver did and I turned to Michael with wide, terrified eyes.

"W-What have you just agreed to, Michael?" I asked, tears in my eyes. He wrapped his arms tight around me and I sobbed hysterically into his chest, never wanting to lose him. Even if he did lose this...Deal with Oliver, then there must be something else that we could do. Michael whispered things into my ear to try to calm me down and we both lay down on his bed for an hour or two as we both talked things through before Eve got home later that night. She was going to be in for a shock. That was for sure.

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