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Wednesday 11th May 2011 – 2pm:

Dear diary

I am so sorry for not writing anything for six days: I just haven't had anything really to say for the duration of time. Literally, we have spent six days in the house (the only one of us to leave was Michael, as he went to both the blood bank and the supermarket for more blood and food – in that order from the locations!) and watched the vampire DVDs (and I read the books again at the same time as some of the films weren't very good) together. Eve took the week off work, but something to do with the angry phone calls and the way she slammed the phone down on the hook made me think that she has no job to go back to.

She doesn't seem to care though – and I can't blame her. She hates the UC, and I actually guess that Oliver wants her back, for all her cheek; she makes damn good coffee (after Oliver, she is the best, as much as it pains me to say it about Oliver) and brings in customers more than she detracts them with her witty answers. She will always have the offer of a job from him; the only catch is that she has to work directly with a vampire… pretty much every job in town is connected to vampires, but at Common Grounds she has to work literally with Ollypop.

So what have I done today that merits a diary entry today? Well, we had rather a fun time with Oliver and Myrnin, telling each of them such ridiculous lies that they actually ended up believing us!

Shane and I got up and were ready for 8am, since we figured Common Grounds would be near dead then, so it would be easier to deal with Ollypop on his own: he only works hours now that he probably won't see the college students who tried to kiss him… as that would be pretty embarrassing!

We decided that for this, we didn't need Sam tagging along, and he understood that, deciding though that he would go and sit in Common Grounds just so that incase Oliver got snappy (likely, since we framed him about the entire vampire paraphernalia thing – I'll get onto that in a minute) he could intercede.

About the entire vampire archives stuff… well, I don't know, but I think Amelie probably knows it was us but she accepts that it was Oliver. You see, the only thing that happened in those six days was Sam popping around to tell us that Amelie had exploded at Oliver for having the things in his safe, as nobody else knew the code for it. She, of course, has no idea that I hacked into Oliver's bank account information and from there nicked his PIN code.

So basically that boiled over without the effect we wanted, but it was enough to know that Oliver got very depressed over losing $3000 cash, as we think that that was money he had made on the side; doing what was what worried us!

But back to today.

Shane and I headed into Common Grounds (I think I may have to shorten the name to CG sometime, since it is so long and seems to be written about most of the time) and Sam was sitting at the table in the corner, pretending to read but actually watching us. Oliver stalked us with his eyes from the moment we entered, his face entirely grimacing as he realised we were coming to him for service.

To annoy him further, we decided to sit at the counter, on the bar stools that are mainly for decoration as college students don't like sitting away from their friends and every single person in Morganville knows that Oliver is a vampire so they don't like sitting near him. But we wanted to sit with him, so that we could pass on our little messages 'from Myrnin'.

"What do you two want with me now?" he asked us, sighing heavily. "You made those students try and kiss me, you organised a vampire dress up party in my café, you stole vampire books and DVDs before then pinning the blame on me – how you opened my safe is a secret I am yet to find the answer to – so what more do you want to do to me?" he continued, sounding sort of depressed but I figured that it was simply an act so that he didn't have to suffer anymore.

"We are doing absolutely nothing to you, Oliver," I smiled sweetly, in the way that I did before when I was proving to him that I was innocent. I find it helps to have made him associate this look with me being innocent as it means when I use it, he thinks of me being truthful.

His eyebrows rose up his face slightly but he inclined his head for me to begin my message from Myrnin.

"But firstly, we want a mocha and a latte," Shane grinned at him, motioning for him to make the coffee, which doesn't exactly make Oliver appear happy. Yet he moved off and makes the drinks faster than I thought anyone would be able to.

"Tell me what the dog wants," he barked at us and I leaned backwards as he got a bit up close and personal with us: I don't particularly like being this close to one of the scariest vampires that still exist today.

"Um, all he wanted was to tell you how you are his moon, his stars, his everything – and coming from someone who loves the universe like Myrnin, that means a lot," I responded with a grin, knowing just how to play it so that it would be believable and get the right response…

Unfortunately, he doesn't quite have the time to get along with the entire 'oh no he didn't' rigmarole that normally entices, as then… then Shane took his first bad turn in front of me. I hadn't seen this before and it scared me; to see Shane barely able to breathe, looking as if he was in more pain than anything before, looking as if he was going to be leaving this planet that very second, was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen.

Even Oliver seemed stunned by it: he ignored the fact that he hates us and that we have been pulling so many pranks on him of late and came around to help keep Shane upright on his stool, beating even Sam who tried to do the same. He helped him breathe and gave him water, staying with him whilst Sam called the ambulance to take him to the hospital.

He wouldn't let me go with him, and I couldn't force him to take me. He told me that he would be home by two, two thirty at the latest, and I had to accept that.

"Why did you help him?" I asked Oliver in shock as I stared down at the mug of coffee in my hands as I sat at the bar. I couldn't leave, not in such a state of shock, and so I remained at the bar for the time being.

His normally hard expression was softened slightly, his mouth almost in a smile, as he looked at me. "I lost someone very close to me from the same thing he is going through; I didn't know it as cancer then, as it was a time of very little medical knowledge… though I recognise it now as this disease. I am not saying that it was this what made me what I am, Claire, but I am saying that if I see someone, no matter who they are or what they are tormenting me with, suffering with it I help. Simple," he explained, and my heart almost went out to him… almost…

…the memory of him licking my blood from the wound that Jason caused in the UC years ago now hit me as this feeling almost rose in me, informing me that I shouldn't probably have been feeling it. Still, I smiled back at him in a sorrowful way until he walked away.

So I came home to an empty house and have been writing my little warblings here for over an hour, staring at the clock as I wait for Shane to come home. he's late… he isn't home yet.

What do I do?

So, sorry for the quality of this – it wouldn't work right, as I decided that it wasn't needed for another have a go at Oliver sesh… and we need to remember that this is a depressing fic and that Shane WILL die. I don't like Shane, so I am definitely killing him, so don't get your hopes up!

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Also… about the daily updates… well… you see, it turns out the three geog exams I thought were optional… AREN'T. and I am getting another 2 hour exam from English tomorrow & I need to start my GCSE revision (more important than FF) so it may not be daily that the updates come, but I want this story finished this month soo…

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