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Okay so here is another chapter! :D I'm going on holiday tomorrow for a few weeks so I don't know when I'll be able to update next, but I'll try.

Thanks again to Cookie for her awesome review :D and thanks to anyone who has read this far, reviews are super appreciated :D

11

"Well. Can Elliot count on you? He only wants the best, and I'd hate to have to let him down," Saoirse cooed, massaging the vamp's ego. He was built with huge rippling muscles and had a shaved head. He nodded dumbly and she smiled.

"Great! Trust me, you will not be disappointed." She left after that, checking the name off her list. Only a few more then she'd go back to Myrnin's. Not all of the vampires on her list agreed to meet Elliot for a chance of pledging loyalty to him, but most of them did. Saoirse felt dirty, like she always did doing Elliot's work, and stopped at Oliver's for a shower before heading to Myrnin's lair.

Myrnin was, of course, in. He sat on a huge striped arm chair and was wearing his bunny slippers.

Saoirse plucked the book from his hands and threw it to the floor.

"You don't have to hide anything from me. I won't get upset about what happened in the past. I won't taint Ada's memory by getting jealous and asking about her, although I really want to, okay? I've only a few days left here, lets enjoy it together. Got anything to smoke?"

Myrnin jumped from his chair, and planted a kiss on her lips which she ignored. It was wrong, she knew, to try and compete with a dead woman but Saoirse wanted to be better than Ada had ever been, to be Myrnin's true love. She could accept that he had loved someone else, as long as he loved her more. She'd just been point blank refusing to believe that Amelie even existed because she shuddered at the thought of comparing herself to Perfect Princess Amelie.

"Mmm..." he muttered, "I'm afraid I've no cigars or cigarettes. I do have a Belladonna plant though, care to try it?"

Saoirse nodded, why not?

Myrnin clipped the leaves of the deadly nightshade, the purple flowers were in full bloom, beautiful and deadly and Saoirse made herself comfortable, pulling off her socks and shoes, hanging her hat on the corner of the library ladders. Then she pulled out her chopsticks and tossed them to the side allowing her waist length locks fall loose and free over her shoulders. Something had been bothering her since her little chat with Claire, something she'd said about how Myrnin had gone insane and she plucked up some courage and spoke.

"Myrnin. I'm so sorry,"

Myrnin spun toward her, obviously expecting some sort of confession. When she gave none, he asked, "For what?"

How could she explain that she was sorry that he had had to go through such a thing?

"Well," she began, "because you were sick. It addled your mind, right? And I know that you have always been eccentric but to actually go insane? To feel your mind, the thing that is most precious to you, slipping through your fingers and not being able to stop it? I am sorry for you. I won't lie and pretend I care about everyone else, but you, Myrnin, to you your mind is everything and I know how awful that must have felt for you. I just wish I could have helped in some way. Or that it hadn't happened to you at all."

Myrnin froze for a moment, staring right at her and she met his gaze, biting her lip and hoping he could feel the sincerity. No matter what had happened or what could ever happen, she had never hated him to the point that she would wish his worst fear upon him. And loosing his mind had always been his worst fear. Killing him, hurting him, using him, yes, that she could do, but not that. Not taking away his mind. They were frozen in their gaze, each of their thoughts swirling dangerously close to the surface. After what felt like eternity, he sat beside her on the old sofa, placed his hand to her neck and rested his forehead on her own. The sweet scent of the the cigarette wafted between them, and he closed his eyes painfully.

"Thank you," was all he said and she nodded, knowing he'd understood and by the tightness on his hand on her neck, he'd truly appreciated it. She wondered vaguely if anyone else had bothered to dwell on how he'd felt- probably not, it wasn't the done thing for vampires, but Saoirse had never been able to abide by the unwritten rules of any society- alive or dead.

They sat in silence for a while, bathing in each other's deep thoughts until Myrnin handed her the makeshift cigarette in a beautiful jade qulleazaire that pulled her back to the 1920s, and she inhaled a large amount of smoke. It was sweet and heavy and made her feel more awake.

"Nice," she said, grinning at him.

God, he was so hot, she thought suddenly. "Myrnin," she said seriously, feeling suddenly much more cheerful and giddy, "Since I wasn't around, I have to ask. Did you ever get...close, to Oscar Wilde? 'cos I can tell you, you and him? One of my top five fantasies."

Myrnin grinned, pleased, "I'm in your top 5 fantasies? Excellent. I shall leave that to your imagination though..."

She laughed. "Right now, you're the number 1 fantasy."

He stared at her with such a raw lust she shuddered. In a moment of pure spontaneity, she pulled him toward her, took the cigarette from it's emerald stick and snuffed it on the corner between his shoulder and neck . The skin cackled and smoked and Myrnin's eyes burned crimson at the contact.

He pounced at her, his lips kissing her manically on the mouth, the cheek, the neck, everywhere. She moaned as he nibbled gently on her weak spot, the corner between her shoulder and neck. He pulled her hips toward him and she tauntingly ground them against him, making him emit a deep growl and damp bursts of breath spilt over her sensitive skin, cool and seductive, somewhere deep in her core burning and sending shudders up and down her spine..

Off slipped her Marc Jacobs Tshirt. Then his buttoned shirt and pirate boots. Saoirse tangled her hands in his silky hair, gripping him closer to her as he slowly made a trail of kisses from her neck to her chest, to her stomach and then tugged off her skirt as he kissed and gently bit her hips- bursts of raw pleasure sending electric shocks to her groin, pulling at her garter belt and stockings.

"Myrnin..." she moaned, letting herself be lost to his touch.

It was day when she awoke. There was no light filtering into Myrnin's dark bedroom, only tiny specks of dust falling softly to the floor or whirling in some imagined breeze, but she felt it in her bones- the sun was up. Her head was resting in the nook between his chest and shoulder. It fitted perfectly there. Myrnin's arm was wrapped around her waist, resting on her hip, almost as pale as her milk white skin. She traced the outlines of Myrnin's muscles, so taut and defined and perfect. She wanted to remember them forever.

Myrnin was asleep, looking peaceful and innocent, not a combination one usually saw in him and a black top hat perched on his head, like he'd stayed in the same position all night. She grinned remembering that memory.

Saoirse was surprised. She'd slept almost every day since she'd come to Morganville. Vampires didn't need that much sleep, it came only when they were extremely tired or injured or at peace. She liked it though, the dreams, the 'almost there' sensation she got when sleeping. She didn't move for fear of waking Myrnin from his slumber so she just enjoyed the feeling of his skin on hers.

Why had she given in?

It hadn't even been a week. How could he do that to her in a single week?

Then again, she'd never been able to stay angry at him. It was easy to say she was pissed when he wasn't around, but when his big, dark eyes stared passionately at her, how could she refuse?

But now it was going to be so much harder to leave and so much harder to hand over the information about super computer Frank.

Myrnin woke with a yawn, instantly pulling her closer which made her body tingle all the way to her toes in happiness.

"Morning, my love," he whispered and she kissed his chest.

"Morning to you too, Spooky."

Myrnin grinned at that, it was made even cuter by his still sleep laden eyes, "You never lost your accent. I'm glad."

"Yeah, I can't be bothered trying to change it when I don't need to," she admitted.

"How'd I do?" Myrnin said and she chuckled. Of course he'd remember her rating scheme.

"11," she said and Myrnin grinned proudly.

"As it is based on a scale of 10, I can say I'm happy with that."

"So am I," Saoirse stretched out, "Lets get breakfast. Brunch. Whatever."

Claire entered the lab in a hurry. She was over an hour late, not that Myrnin minded usually. But he'd been up and down recently, she didn't want him to be angry again.

"Myrnin sorry I'm la-" She paused in shock and amusement. As she rounded the corner she saw Myrnin and Saoirse. Myrnin was circling his hips frantically trying to keep up a pink and green hulahoop. Soairse had one as well, but she seemed confident in her abilities.

"Yeah! Just like that. You got it Spooky! High five," Myrnin grinned manically and put his hand out to be slapped, but the hoop fell as he did so and he looked distressed. Saoirse chuckled, "S'okay. Didn't take me too long to master it, and I didn't have a beautiful sexy, female to teach me."

Myrnin seemed to notice Claire for the first time.

"Oh! Claire, would you like a go?"

Claire shook her head, not sure if she should leave or not. Her backpack was heavy and she'd had a crap day, lots of run ins with Monica. She just wanted to go home and crash into Shane's arms and try and figure something out about Eve's attacker.

"Who'd have thought a hoop would be so...fun." Myrnin seemed ecstatically happy today, as did Saoirse. Claire did not want to know what they'd done to put those smiles on their faces and she tried to ignore the fact that Myrnin's yesterday clothes were strewn across the floor.

"Are we...uh... working today?" She asked, hoping Myrnin would send her off.

Her prayers were answered, "No, no. Run along, little one." Claire happily said 'cya' and left, heading toward the Glass house. It was almost dusk so she'd have to hurry.

The smell of warm, spicy chilli reached her nose as soon as the door opened and she drifted into the kitchen where she knew Shane would be. He was barefoot, stirring the crock pot and yawning. When he saw Claire he stopped what he was doing and kissed her, making her shiver all the way to her toes.

"You're early," he said between kisses, "not that I'm complaining."

"Yeah, I got the day off work, Myrnin and Saoirse were hanging out," she grinned.

Shane shared it, "The vamp from the gig? The crazy dude gets laid...very weird," but he smiled as if relieved.

Claire nodded, "totally, but whatever. Chilli smells good."

Shane ladled some into bowls for them both and they sat down at the table. Slowly Claire's bad mood was lifting from her shoulders as Shane made her laugh and smile. Life could be good, even with vamps ruling the town.

"I'll arrive in Morganville tomorrow, everything in place?" Elliot demanded rather than asked.

Saoirse fought back the urge to tell him to go fuck himself, "Yeah. A position on Amelie's wider council, a few followers and even a nice house, which let me tell you, is not easy to find here."

"You've done well," he said, like she was a child.

Saoirse felt her blood boil within her veins, "Yeah. Just unbind me from you and we're even."

Elliot let out a barking laugh, "if we were even, you would have been able to stop me from taking you."

She punched the wall, putting a hole through the plastering. She did not want to remember how she'd let her guard down and just exactly were that had gotten her.

"That was a mistake, trusting you. One I will never make again," she spat and hung up. She stomped about furiously for a few minutes until Oliver entered.

"I'm surprised you aren't at the lab," he said then, noticing the hole in his wall, glared.

"I had to make a phone call. I'll pay for that," she said deadpan. Oliver stared at her for a long moment, almost making her uncomfortable. But the empty feeling taking over her stomach wouldn't allow it.

"What is going on with you?" Oliver asked. That was as nice as Oliver got and Saoirse recognised it, he was actually concerned about her.

But how could she tell him? He knew how weak she'd been, but she couldn't tell him that she was about to hand over the secrets of his town to a psychotic vampire who probably wanted to kill them all. She didn't want them all to die- for any of them to even get hurt, but she couldn't stop herself from talking, not if Elliot demanded it. Then Oliver would hate her and Myrnin would hate her, even Claire would hate her.

Everyone would.

Being owned rarely happened. Sure, vampires usually allied themselves to a more powerful vamp for protection, but they usually weren't owned like she was. And even then, it only happened to younger vampires, one's who were weaker and had less experience.

She felt ashamed to admit it to herself, she couldn't even fathom telling Myrnin.

"Nothing," she replied and Oliver simply stared, knowing she was lying and knowing pushing her would show his concern too much.

"Fine. I want that fixed before you leave." He left and Saoirse felt even worse than before. Putting himself out there wasn't something Oliver did often and she'd just shoved it back in his face.

Could she do anything right any more?

As if reading her mind, her new phone started humming in her pocket. She answered it with a weak, 'hm?'

"Hello my sweet!" Myrnin's voice said excitedly from the other end.

"Oh. Myrnin, hey."

"You're late. I've got something for you, hurry hurry!"

Saoirse grimaced. No, she couldn't go through that again, "Sorry Myrnin. I can't make it today, tomorrow I'm leaving, I'll stop by before I go to say goodbye."

The line was silent for a minute and Saoirse had to check he hadn't hung up.

"But... no." Was all he said and Saoirse's heart broke a little. She couldn't go and see him, she should have never given in in the first place. Now it would be so much harder to leave.

"I'm sorry, Spooky."

She hung up before he could argue then went to her room to mope.

Eternal life sucked.

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