Eve's POV

How long has it been? Weeks? Months? Hell, years? I couldn't get to sleep, I was staring up at the night sky I'd looked at so many times.

I couldn't stop thinking about Claire, was she alright, had they hurt her… was she dead?

"Hey," Michael said rolling over to face me. "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeh, just thinking about Claire." I said.

He wrapped me into a tight hug. "She'll be fine, she's strong and brainy, she was a born survivor."

I wanted to believe him, I really did… but I couldn't. Something was tugging at the back of my mind, telling me she's hurt, she's going to die. It won't go away!

Shane hadn't spoken a word since Claire had gone. He'd found out about Michael's secret feasts but he didn't say anything.

"Whats taking Myrnin so long?" I asked.

"It might have only been 2 days, Eve. We'll get home, I promise."

I sighed and finally, for a long time, I had a good night sleep.

"Yo dead man, we got a live one!" I shouted. Michael came through the trees and I pointed to where a fish kept coming up for water.

He nodded and ran out into the water to get our breakfast.

Shane came onto the beach a moment later. "Hey." He said.

I froze in place, did he just speak? "You okay?" I asked.

"Hell," He said tipping his head back. "If I get bombarded by that question all day I won't be soon."

"Yes sir!" I said giving him a mock salute.

"So," He said sitting down by the shore. "How long do you think we'll be here for?"

"Who knows with Myrnin, I just hope his machine doesn't malfunction or I'll kick his ass if only half of me makes it through."

"And I'll help." Shane suggested.

"Breakfast is served." Michael said holding up a really big fish.

"Great, hope you mean the fish and not Eve." Shane said.

Michael lost his smile. "Bro, I thought you were alright with it."

"What the part where you were planning on feeding from Claire too or the part where you are feeding on Eve?"

"Shane." I hissed.

"It's cool!" Shane said holding his hands up. "Just don't kill Eve, or you and I will be having a few problems."

Michael shook his head and dropped the fish then went to start the fire again.

I frowned. "Michael…" I said.

"Mm?" He asked.

"How come you're not burning?"

"Eve," He said. "After a few years you start to become more immune, im not going to shrivel up and die. Plus I stay in the shade of the trees a lot anyway."

"I guess." I said.

Claire's POV

I woke up feeling really dizzy and numb. There was a distant beeping coming from next to me. I turned my head to find a heart machine plugged in… to me?

I didnt recognize where I was, all the walls where white, the bed sheets were white and there were two people talking in the doorway.

I narrowed my eyes to get a better look, and then it hit me. That was Myrnin; I was in a hospital… because my dad stabbed me!

"Claire," The doctor said walking over to me. "I see you're awake." I realized then that he was Dr Mills.

"Hi." I said, it sounded funny. "Hiiiiiiiiii."

He smiled and turned to Myrnin. "She's going to feel a bit loopy for a while; the morphine just needs to wear off."

"I guess im going to be a Myrnin for the day." I said looking at my hand.

"I am not loopy!" Myrnin insisted. I laughed and Dr Mills joined in.

"We're going to keep you for a few more days, Claire, and then you can go home. Im sure you can't wait to see your friends again."

My friends…? Oh god! Shane, Eve and Michael were still there.

Myrnin must have seen it in my face. "Don't worry little one, I was working on a machine to bring them back until you died on my doorstep." He said.

"Ha, ha." I said sarcastically.

Then Sam walked through the door.

"Hey Claire." He said giving me his version of Michael's Hollywood smile, runs in the family I bet.

"Hi." I said.

"How are you?"

I shrugged. "Feeling weeeird."

He laughed and took a seat next to my bed. "I've been told you need company, thought I'd step in for Michael."

I tried to smile but I couldn't, how long had I been in the hospital, how long had they been there?

"Why don't you get some rest?" Sam said, studying my face. Was I really that readable?

I nodded and as soon as my head touched the pillow I was out, in my own world of fantasy.

White lights seared my eyes and the beeping was there again. It didn't annoy me as much this time but it was still there, beeping rhythmically.

I looked over to the other side to find Sam in the far chair sleeping, Myrnin was gone and there was no doctor. I could get out; I could go and save them!

I slowly rolled back my covers and slipped on the hospital slippers they provide for you.

Hesitantly, I grabbed a handful of tubes and wires that were attached to me and yanked them out.

White hot pain burst through me but I didn't care, I had to get them back. I ran through the hospital avoiding the nurses and crawled past the reception desk.

I was nearly outside when someone grabbed my hand. I was yanked backward and into a solid structure.

They turned me round to face them. It was Sam. "What were you thinking?" He demanded. "You can't go outside now, its pitch black!"

"I have to get back, I have to find them!"

"Claire, listen to me!" He ordered. "Myrnin is taking care of that, you need to recover so why don't we go back and get the doctor to get you sorted again."

"No." I said.

"Claire you're not helping anyone by doing this. How do you think Shane will feel if you suddenly die the moment they get back because you wouldn't stay in the hospital."

I wanted to shake my head, I did… but I couldn't. He was right. I let him guide me back to my hospital bed where they sedated me and stuck the tubes back in me.

Everything went blurry and once again I fell into my world of fantasy.