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This chapter is a bit more lighthearted than the a tiny bit. I hope you enjoy since I worked hard on it!Thanks for reading guys! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!xx

Michaels POV

Before I opened the door, I could smell it. The blood. It was different from Claire's blood that stained her clothing, this scent was muskier and more defined, carrying more flavours, all scattered across each other. Then another scent hit me. Salty and plain, it was if she was standing right next to me. I knew this scent far too well, and I could barely control my anger, could barely control myself as I opened the door, nearly ripping it from the hinges.

The sight that stood before me had me in a different kind of panic. It was Theo, and he is badly bruised. His clothes were ripped, and where rips appeared, so did a blossom of red. He had a huge gash on his forehead, as if he had been dragged through hell and back. He was leaning on his side, using the side of the house to support himself, to stop himself from toppling over. Wisps of smoke surrounded him as he stood in the ever scorching sun.

"Michael, I hear you need help?" he sounded concerned and looked sheepishly at me. Typical for him to put his patients first. I was about to welcome him, to help him, when my eyes zeroed in on his hands. There, he held a tiny glass vial, with blood. From the scent, I could tell whose it was, the salty smell of her blood and the unmistakable hint of vanilla that nearly had me chocking. I didn't move, didn't do anything as I went through all the different ways in which this could go wrong.

"Why-Why do you have Eves blood?" the question so sharp, but sounded so lifeless coming out of me. I stood there, not bothering to move, not letting him find shelter in the shadows. I could hear behind me, Shane sucking in a breath and Claire wincing in pain. Myrnins head popped over the corner, staring at Theo and me. Turning my attention back to the door, I looked at a helpless Theo.

"On my way over here, the draug attacked and decided to lure me. But I was too smart for them, and managed to escape. Before leaving, the master dropped this on the floor, calling it proof. Il explains more later, I hear someone in need." With that, he pushed past me, dropping the vial in my hand, blurring to the living room, making adjustments.

I stood there for a while, looking at the vial he has dropped into my hand. Was he torturing her? How am I supposed to get Amelie? To make her listen? As everyone else gathered in the living room, I closed the door and moved to the kitchen, arranging bandages. Pushing my curls back, a plan began to formulate in my mind.

Myrnins POV

The doctor was just in time, just as I felt a loud swishing noise from Claire. Internal bleeding? I heard it many times before, back in the days when this was a dreaded sound, a sound of a final death, as they called it. As Goldman darted to the living room, I made a note to give him a makeover, his clothes were ripped and bloody. So last century.

I followed closely behind, looking at the activity with curious eyes. I guess this is what it's like to be a part of something.

"What did you give Michael?" asked Shane, still looking at Claire; with the same expression that Bob would give when he saw his favourite snack. Love, they called it.

"He had a vial of Eves blood "sighed Claire. We all looked at her in astonishment. Shreve's blood? Wasn't Shreve captured at the super-secret hideout of the draug? Theo looked at her with amusement, and continued to feel around her body, prodding and poking at the bloody parts.

"How did you know? Never mind, I'm pretty sure you have mild internal bleeding, nothing that can't be fixed easily. I'l give you some drugs, It should go away since it isn't serious. Normally your body would recover on its own, since its only mild and not in a fatal area, this is just to speed up the process" He looked her over once more, looking at her jagged cheek. Shane looked worried as he squeezed her hand.

"You'll need stitches here and for your head…just some bandages. Nothing serious." Theo looked up to see Michael armed with bandages and other things that I didn't care about. Pulling out a needle, string and disinfectant, he got ready to stitch the wound.

"Can I stitch it? I had so much fun last time!" I pleaded Theo. He just looked at me and rolled his eyes, barely glancing from his work.

"No, Myrnin, remember last time?" He asked me. I rummaged deeply in my memories, until I found it. A vague flash of a battlefield, and me assisting Theo. I was a handsome chap back then, nothing compared to what I am now, tough. I remember Amelie not letting me fight, since it was a human war, but I did love to stitch wounds…

"It's not my fault he didn't want a pattern in his stitch. Gramma day stitches the nicest patterns in her pieces of cloths" I pouted. Just because I stitched him a pretty flower, pretty proud of it I was, until he saw it and…well it doesn't matter. I just can't stitch ever again.

Shane just looked at me like I was a lunatic and seemed to be guarding Claire from me. As if. I can take him out any day, if I wanted to. I flashed him a pointy smile and shrugged. Theo was still looking at me.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing something?" He lifted his brows. Was I? I got too caught up in Claire's arrival; I forgot what I was supposed to do, since my assistant is back, there's SO much to do, I forget all the important things.

"Call Amelie, Myrnin. Remember?" Again, Claire wheezed. How did she know these things? I didn't dare ask as I dashed off to make the phone call, but it wasn't needed as the door burst open and Amelie stepped in, closing her black umbrella, followed by none the other than Oliver, who sneered at the sight of me.

She ignored me and advanced towards Claire, who was trying to sit up, since Theo wanted to stitch.

"What's happening here? I felt a disturbance in the house. Why didn't you inform me?" She looked around and I saw the mess through her eyes. Cables littered the floor, my precious machine pushed to the side. Michael, mopping up the blood on the back of Claire's head, Shane, holding her hand, Theo, who was just about to start to stitch, and Claire in the middle, bruised and bloodied.

Amelie turned on her heel to glare at me, rebounding questions at me in light speed, her eyes flashing red, clearly disturbed by something, which is the only thing that gave her true feelings away.

"Why didn't you inform me? We've been losing vampires by the hour, I thought you were dead." She looked me and Michael, and a glance at Theo had her clearly shaken. Sensing her anger and panic, Theo turned around, handing a shiny looking pill to Claire.

"I should explain everything, I just hoped you got here sooner. Just let me finish tending Claire" He turned back to his work and I couldn't help but feel sympathy as Amelie, with a clear and stern voice announced.

"You will tell me now. She can wait."

Well, bollocks.

Magnus POV

Everything was going great; the plan is in place, everything has started to fall into place, like puzzle pieces. For so long, I have craved dominance over Morganville, a town which has been in decline recently. For Amelie has been blind, we can never be defeated. Never.

As I made my way out of the vents, out into the open, towards the place where it all started, more than a thousand years ago.

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