I'm so sorry this one took so long. I had major writers block and I couldn't find the will power to write. But eventually I told myself, just sit down, get a lollipop and start writing. So that's exactly what I did.

I'm afraid there's more bad news though. I'm going on holiday during the summer and I wouldn't be posting for a few weeks because the internet would cost loads. I'm so sorry and I'll try and spend some of my holiday thinking about my story so I can get straight into writing as soon as I get back.

Claire.

"What happened?" Claire asked. Myrnin was sitting beside her on the sofa. Claire held his hand trying to calm him down. He sighed, his eyebrows finally pulling apart.

"They said that we cannot get any more blood donations." Everyone looked at each other. Things just kept getting worse and worse. "No wonder no one has come to get you get. Their planning to turn us against each other. They know that without blood we will soon have to give in to more conventional methods. Especially now Claire has been turned."

The silence rang out through them. It was as if the room was slowly getting smaller, waiting to suffocate them. Claire was already starting to feel the burn of thirst. What would she do when they ran out of blood? No matter how much Claire tried to pretend everything was alright, there was no way she could cover up fangs and bright red eyes. Claire remembered seeing only three pints left in the fridge. That wouldn't even last them the whole day. Even as Claire looked at Myrnin she could tell he was on edge himself. Eron eventually broke the silence.

"And now you want me to pretend that I'm on my sister's side so I can secretly smuggle you blood. Nice plan. I like it." She agreed as if he had told her himself.

"Thank you Eron, you have taken all the fun out of me telling you my brilliant plan myself." Said Myrnin, giving her a small smile.

"My pleasure, reading minds is my speciality. And trickery is my second. On that note I believe it would be a good idea to pay my sister a visit don't you?" smiled Eron. Her smile was strange, it made you want to like her yet it had that secretive twist that reminded you not to trust her. Eron's gaze suddenly changed, she was looking just behind Claire. At Michael. "You better get him something to drink. He's already holding his breath."

They all turned around. Michael's eyes had already tinted red. Eve was the first up and ran to get a blood bag. Claire got up to stand next to Michael. As soon as she did Myrnin and Shane were both there with her. Out of nowhere Michael's arm shot out, grabbing a blood bag that seemed to come from nowhere. Their heads shot round to see Eve had thrown the blood bag from the door. Michael bit into it desperately. His eyes glistened red then in the blink of an eye they receded back to blue. Michael dropped the empty bag, looking apologetic. Now they were down to two bags. And Myrnin and Claire were hours from needing them. Myrnin turned to Eron saying,

"You had better go, now. We are going to need more blood and soon."

"Whatever" She said, giving him a lazy salute. She was gone in a flash with only slam of the door to prove she hadn't just disappeared.

Amelie.

Amelie couldn't believe her eyes. She almost felt the urge to rub her eye to make sure they weren't playing tricks. She hadn't seen her sister in centuries. Now there she was, smiling at her.

"Hello Amelie. It's been too long." Eron said, taking a step closer to where Amelie was sitting at her desk. Her movement made the guard nearby tense, and for good reason. Eron was one of the most untrustworthy people you could think of. You never knew whose side she was on.

"Yes it has." Amelie then turned to the guard. "Check her for weapons."

"Jesu, doesn't nobody trust me," exclaimed Eron with a smile.

"No." Amelie replied firmly. The guard walked up to Eron and patted her down, first starting at her legs then quickly and surely making his way up to her arms. As soon as he was eye-level with her she shot him a smile and a wink. Amelie just rolled her eyes and carried on talking. "So what brings you here?"

"I don't know. Perhaps I think it's time I settled down." She shrugged.

"You never 'settle down'."

"True."

"Then why did you come?"

"I felt like it." Said Eron, she walked over to the seat in front of Amelie's desk and sat down, putting her booted feet up on the desk. "So can I stay or what?" Amelie paused for a moment in thought. Eron was always a mystery to her; she could never figure her out. Eron had always been that way in everything she did. She liked to do everything; she dabbled in art, music, even science. Well science was only her muse when she was chasing after Myrnin. But no matter what he did she never settled down, never stuck to one thing. That's why she was so untrustworthy. She could be on your side one moment then get bored and change sides. She only stuck with something while she was entertained. "So am I living in this town or not?"

"I guess so. But mark my words, I'll be watching you."

"You talk like I can't be trusted." Eron smirked.

"You can't." Amelie stated. It was harsh but true. And Eron knew it.

Eron.

It was a day before Eron was actually left to her own devices. By which time she knew she had to pay a visit to the blood bank. It's a good thing she didn't need blood bags herself otherwise it would look suspicious if she took extra. Considering it, it was suspicious that she would want blood bags at all. Eron found herself intrigued by the idea. She had never seen anything like it. It was strange walking into the hospital and asking for blood. It didn't take long to get it but as soon as she had it she was straight to Myrnin's. And they said I wasn't trustworthy, she thought as she walked towards the chaos she could hear coming from inside Myrnin's lab.

Claire.

Myrnin had forced Claire to drink the last blood bag two hours ago. Myrnin had gone the longest without blood and Claire could already see he was on edge. He kept muttering madly, asking where Eron could be. Even Claire could feel a dull burn in her throat.

One hour later and Claire knew that if Eron didn't bring them blood soon they were taking a one-way trip on the crazy train. Shane and Eve had gone into the next room a few minutes ago. Well, more like forced to. Claire sat beside Myrnin and tightly gripped his hand. Claire could feel the slight tremors as he tried desperately to keep control. His eyes were growing redder by the minute. Michael was standing not too far away, just watching, making sure Myrnin didn't snap. But even Michael couldn't help the red shine in his eyes. They were all slowly losing it. And they had two living, breathing friends who they could kill if they didn't hold on. Myrnin didn't have long and they all knew it. It had been about 18 hours since he'd drank anything. He would've been fine if there weren't two humans in the next room. Claire hadn't noticed but Myrnin's grip had become tighter and tighter. She didn't notice until she heard an auditable snap and pain shot through her hand. Myrnin flinched in shock and let go. Michael ran forward to look at Claire's hand. Claire could already feel her bones snapping into place. And god was it painful. But Claire's hand wasn't the problem. Claire heard a ripping sound and looked to see Myrnin had torn into the sofa arm with his nails. His fangs had snapped down and his eyes glistened red. He spasmed and fell from the sofa, falling into a heap on the floor. He was fighting against himself. Claire could see it.

Myrnin got up in a flash. Michael was about to tackle him when…..Myrnin seemed to do it for him. One moment he was running next his legs gave out and he was flat on the ground. Claire ran to him and tried to calm him down, he wouldn't stop thrashing. Michael joined her in trying to get Myrnin to stop but it was a useless effort. Myrnin suddenly growled, deep in his throat. He'd snapped. Now instead of fighting himself, he was fighting Claire and Michal, who were still trying to hold his arms. Michael immediately tried to pin him but Myrnin threw him off. Claire jumped in quick to help Michael grabbing Myrnin from where he was now standing over Michael. She grasped his arms and pulled them behind his back. Myrnin pulled from her grasp a spun; he kneeled down low with his leg out, sending Clare toppling to the floor. Michael flashed over to help her up. They both stood together between Myrnin and the room where Shane and Eve were. Myrnin ran at them. Claire and Michael grabbed him and pulled him to the ground, thrashing and hissing.

Then the door opened. Claire didn't risk looking, concentrating on keeping Myrnin down. Then she heard Eron's voice, accompanied with quick footsteps. "Dear god Myrnin. You never were good with control were you?"

Claire only saw Eron when she pushed Michael away, holding out a blood bag towards Myrnin. She ripped off the top and poured it into Myrnin's mouth. Myrnin calmed and slowly grabbed the bag from her hands and sucked out the last remains. Eron then reached into her bag and tossed Claire and Michael a bag each. Claire was pleased to have finally had her thirst quenched. Myrnin still laid there on the floor, breathing deep, unnecessary breaths. Eron held out a hand to help him up. He grabbed her hand but made no effort to get up. He held her arm for a moment and looked at her, complete gratitude shining in his eyes.

"Thank you." H said simply, but it was enough. And it spoke for all of them. Claire knew that she and Michael alone would never have been able to hold of Myrnin for much longer and it wouldn't have been long until Eve and Shane would've had to fight off all three of them.

Myrnin soon dropped his gaze and got up. They all felt a surge of calm knowing one of their obstacles had been defeated and they could once again focus on getting their town back.

Thank you for reading this chapter. If I feel up to it I'll try and write one more chapter before I leave. Otherwise this is goodbye for a few weeks.

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