And here we are, back at Claire's POV. Remember, if you wanna see the story from a different character's POV, just let me know. Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Claire quickly sent a text to Eve, telling her where she was. Almost forgetting, Claire quickly told her not to tell Shane. With all honesty, Claire totally doubted that Eve wouldn't tell Shane.

After checking her parents' phones again, Claire slipped her phone back in her pocket and walked out to the main lab. Myrnin had convinced her that she was overreacting, that her parents would call if something was wrong, so Claire just agreed and secretly hoped they would call soon.

When she reached the big open space of the laboratory, Claire saw that Myrnin was in his seat, a book in his lap. He looked up, as if sensing that Claire had emerged from his room, and placed the book on the ground beside him.

He motioned for her to come over, and she did so without arguing. Standing in front of him, Claire felt his arm slide around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. "You look beautiful," he complimented her. And for once, Claire was going to take that compliment because that was exactly how she was feeling.

She looked down at the clothes that Amelie had had delivered to her. The material was soft against her skin, and it wasn't baggy, nor was it tight. The dress was tight -though not uncomfortably so- around her chest and flowed loosely around her waist and ended just above her knees. It was the best piece of clothing Claire has worn since coming to Morganville.

"Thank you," she said, noticing that Myrnin was staring at her. She blushed slightly, and had to turn her head away when Myrnin started laughing at her.

Lush lips were pressed to her throat just under her jaw and Claire couldn't help but shrug at the gesture. It tickled, okay. "Oh, so that's one place where you're ticklish. Let's just try that again."

His lips returned back to her neck and Claire squirmed again. "Stop." No matter how threatening Claire tried to make the word, it came out more as a moan.

"Are you sure you want me to?" he asked, his lips sweeping across her jawline. "If you are unchanging of your answer, you know I'll stop. It's just about whether you really want me to."

He kept kissing her jawline until he dipped his head to send flutters of kisses to her collarbone. Claire tipped her head back to allow him more access, and Myrnin took the chance to send more kisses.

The vampire then travelled up to her throat, still kissing her. Finally reaching her lips, Myrnin kissed Claire with so much passion she felt weak to the touch. He encircled her waist in his grip and Claire leant back, twisting to straddle his lap.

Myrnin took the chance to move one hand and place it on her bare thigh. That made Claire pull back, and Myrnin looked confused. "Don't," she whispered, seizing his hand in hers.

Allowing her to pull his hand away, Myrnin placed one hand on Claire's lower back and one across her shoulder blades. "That better?" he asked, letting only a little bit of annoyance into his voice.

Claire nodded and leaned into the kiss, tangling her tiny hands in his black, luscious hair. She pulled at it when Myrnin tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and the vampire under her let out a moan.

A laugh escaped Claire's lips into Myrnin's mouth and that made him bite harder. Apparently hard enough to draw blood. But at the moment, Claire didn't care, she just went back to kissing him. Clearly Myrnin had different plans.

Before Claire knew what was going on, Myrnin had her pinned underneath him on the tiny one seated chair. "Myrnin," she wined, trying to get him off of her. "Myrnin, stop." He kept his mouth on hers and Claire realised that he was sucking the blood from her lip. "Myrnin, I mean it!" she shouted around his mouth.

He kept sucking her lower lip, so Claire did the only thing she could thing of: she kneed him in the groin. So, Clairethought, noting the action, even hitting vampires in the groin hurts. Serves him right for being a dick.

Myrnin reeled away and off Claire, gripping between his legs. Claire took the opportunity to jump up from the seat, fix her clothing and run towards the staircase, hoping it led to the outside world.

A growl was heard behind her and Claire knew it was Myrnin. He leapt at her, gripping her shoulders between his extremely large hands. He pushed her against the wall and gripped her waist in a vice-like hold.

No matter how hard she squirmed, she couldn't get his hand off of her. Forget the attempt to escape—that would be impossible. Tilting her head to the side, Myrnin popped his fangs out and sunk them deep into her skin. Claire screamed and struggled, but it was no use.

Darkness came closing in quickly and Claire stopped the struggle. She was about to give into the dark until she heard banging from above the stairs. She tried struggling again, and even took up screaming until her voice went hoarse.

"Claire!" a scream came. Myrnin pulled back, obviously annoyed, and hit Claire into the nearest person coming. She hit the solid body and they both went tumbling, hitting each step edge.

Claire knew she should look up, but she couldn't bring herself to see who was holding her so tightly her entrails were about to burst out of her eye sockets. Finally putting her fear away, Claire looked up…right into the brown eyes she missed so dearly. And then reality hit in.

"Get away! It's your fault that this all happened. Don't talk to me, don't touch me and don't come near me! I can't believe you did that to me!" Hoarse voice or not, Claire was going to scream until her lungs burst open.

"Claire, listen to me. I—" He was cut off by someone else calling her name.

"Oh sweetie," Eve breathed, practically throwing herself at Claire. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Opening her mouth to speak, Claire was caught off guard by a mop of beautiful, messy blonde hair that belonged to a God. Running to him, Claire jumped at Michael and trusted he would catch her. Luckily, she was right. Michael had caught her with open arms, lifting her off her feet.

"Michael, it was horrible," she sobbed into his shoulder. "He bit me and I felt myself loosing consciousness."

Holding her closely, Michael asked the one question she knew she didn't want to answer: How'd it happen?

"Well," she started nervously. "We were kissing, and then he playfully tugged on my lip with his normal teeth. I laughed at him because I made him moan, so he bit my lip harder. Hard enough to draw blood. I didn't think anything of it, so I went back to kissing him. That was when he broke and attacked me." Claire's adrenaline had kicked in, making it easier to explain what had happened, but now she felt so nervous she was gonna drop.

Michael gripped Claire's chin and turned her head to the side, leaving her neck bare. He ran his free fingers over where Myrnin had bit her and she saw his eyebrows dig deep into his forehead as he studied her throat.

What he did next surprised her out of oblivion. Michael pushed her out of the way and straight into…Myrnin's arms. The vampire caught her and leaned down to sniff her neck.

"Okay, so we'll go, and you can stay here and make out with the bloodsucker. I thought you better than that Claire. Obviously not. C'mon guys, we have to go." Michael started up the stairs and Claire knew he was serious. And to make things worse, Myrnin started trailing kisses along her neck and jawline.

Suddenly, Myrnin went limp, releasing Claire and letting her droop to the ground. She hit the cold floor and silently pulled herself into a seating position. Eve helped her to her feet and Claire stumbled before regaining her balance as they ran. Shane stayed behind, watching their backs.

Reaching the cool air, Claire crashed into a body and screamed, glancing up to see Oliver looming over her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed, even though she hardly knew him.

"He's in the laboratory, take care of him. There's a stake in his heart, so you'll have to pull it out. Text how it goes," Eve demanded, pulling Claire and Shane to the car that Michael was waiting in. He barely glanced at them before starting the car and taking off once they were inside.

Eve was next to Claire in the car, and she kept asking if she was okay. "I'm fine," Claire whined, placing a hand on her neck. "Just sore."

"Yeah, well, you did just get pierced in the throat by two fangs. I'm sure it wouldn't be a soft ride." Michael scoffed in the front and Eve glared at him through the front mirror. "C'mon, tell us what you're thinking Blondie," Eve demanded.

Much to Claire's surprise, Michael actually answered. Not to Claire's surprise, it was about her. "It may hurt the first time, but I'm sure that fang bangers get use to it after a while and it becomes a "soft ride"" he answered, mimicking Eve.

"Claire is not a fang-banger," Eve answered annoyed.

"Pretty sure she is," Michael answered back.

"What's a fang-banger?" Claire cut in.

Eve looked to Michael, but he went quiet and made it obvious that he wasn't going to answer. Eve sighed and said, "A fang-banger is someone who spends all their time with vampires giving them blood whenever and wherever. Really, they're just sluts and whores trying to get in with the vamps," Eve summed up.

Claire sighed, annoyed, and said to Michael, fairly loudly, "I'm not a fang-banger. I don't know who you think you are, but no way do you have any rights to mark me as something I'm not. I don't know what has gotten you this way, but you were a fair gentleman on our date. Now if you will, I'd like for you to return that way."

Shane sniggered in the passenger seat, and Eve was nearly out of breath from laughing so hard. Claire couldn't see Michael's reaction, but she would have liked to see his face at being told off like he had.

Suddenly there was a deep chuckle from the seat in front of her. Michael. "You're alright Claire. You're alright. You know how to put people in their spots, and that's something you have to be able to do when you live in the Glass house with a bunch of asses. Take it from me."

Claire was so confused she had trouble piecing words together. "You. What? I thought…you said…what's going on?"

Eve managed to wheeze out through laughs, "We wanted to see how you'd react to being treated like that. This whole thing was just an act to see if you would be able to put up with the three of us in the house. Obviously you can," she added, breathing in deeply.

"So Frank took me just as an act? Myrnin helped me escape, kissed me, and then bit me, nearly killing me, all to play along in your game?"

Eve bit her lip and replied with, "Well, no, that was all real. It was just the whole Michael being pissed at you thing that was fake."

"Oh." That made sense. "What made you think that I wasn't going to fit in with the three of you?"

"The fact that you're quiet, nice and only sixteen. You go to college and are smart. We are…there. Not inhumanly smart, I mean." Claire had expected Eve to have answered, maybe even Michael, but Shane had answered instead.

Claire felt a wicked smile slip onto her face, and uttered, under her breath but just loud enough for the three of them to hear, "Just wait until you see the real me."

So, how'd the chapter go? Please Review if you can. I feel like the story's getting bad, so please let me know how my writing's going. Love ya lovelies! Xx