Eve's POV
I wouldn't say that I'm jealous or that I wish it was me but… watching Claire and Shane with the little girl is like someone staking me in the heart, before Michael's conversion back to humanity I'd come to terms with the idea of not having children- if I'm being totally honest with myself I'd debated when I, myself would be converted: for I knew I wasn't going to grow old without him. Yet now I have all these open doors, and possibilities… Claire and Shane just make me think that's all.
So anyways the bus… what can I do but say that its tragic…unexpected… blood hungry…
I'm homesick. I want to go back to the blissful years after the Daylighters, when I wasn't being hunted or having to watch every single move I made. I want to go home to our house, curl up on the couch and watch a movie falling asleep in Michael's arms: but no. Instead I'm here, trapped in the middle of an iced Hell. It's not that I didn't expect one day we would again be unsafe, it's more like I'd grew accustomed to feeling safe, to being able to live a normal life and not have to stock up on wood and silver- something all Morganville's unprotected citizens had on their daily grocery lists.
That's another thing we can't stay here. No matter what, the vampires aren't that prepared. A few more weeks' tops before we run out of necessities. Like its all good being peachy until it's a lie, and not one of those little white lies but one that could be the end of us; could be the end of the community I've grew up to know: and honestly in the past years grew to love.
There is more to this than I anticipated, this isn't something we've seen before; it's the weather…
No... it won't be…
But what if it is?
Just like the rain.
She killed it.
Stranger things have happened. My sub-consciousness is right, as sick as it makes me feel; I can't deny pieces of it all make sense.
'Eve?' Michael questions, crouching down in front of me; his eyes wide. I must have made some sort of noise.
'It all make sense…' I whisper. 'It's all the same as before.' I conclude, before gracelessly bursting into hysterical tears.
'Shane!' Michael shouts. 'Claire!' The urgency in his voice is apparent even through my sobs, which are hitching and making my breath catch in my throat.
I hear their footsteps coming from the hallway, they'd been in the carpeted anti-room of our 'bedroom'.
'What's the…?' Claire doesn't finish her question, I don't as much see as feel her eyes narrow in on my face, as she walks forward and drops to her knees in front of my chair. 'Oh God what is it? Eve come on what's wrong?'
'It's back.' I mumble.
'What's back?' Shane asks, his posture changing to defensive, as his arms tighten around the girl, who is looking at me with worried eyes.
'It's the same as last time… it never went away.' I sign.
'Sweetie, your making no sense; your scaring us! What do you know?' Claire's eyes boar into mine, making me feel as if she can see deep into my soul, it's that mixed with the realisation of last time that makes me cry harder.
'Eve!' Michael shouts in panic.
'We're all going to die. She didn't kill it. Its back.'
'She's right.' An ethereal voice comes from behind us.
'Miranda?!' Shane queries in shock.
'Nice to see you too Shane…' Her voice cuts off for a few seconds only for her to breathe deeply and murmur. 'You will be good parents… I know.' I feel the shock make its way through Claire as she sits up straighter.
Miranda acts as if she sees none of this, and wanders into my views as if we're back home in the Glass house; the only indication she shows of her fear is by her whitened knuckles as she grips Jenna's hand tightly.
'I saw it. I saw it long ago. It was a dream…'
From her pocket she pulls out a poem… written in long hand.
'I can never write like that… isn't it pretty…'
I feel my eyes look down absentmindedly to read:
As if by magic it will return
As white as purity, as blackened as earth
Though we feared it before, its only grew stronger still
She still sees it the girl who knew
But everything has changed and the power is no longer the prize.
The blood of the innocents will be pay the price
But no-one survives as the world turns as cold as ice.
Magnus watches, a piece in the games
Snow is watching, each and every move we make.
'M..M..Magnus?' Claire whispers.
'No.' Shane shouts, startling Annabelle, who immediately starts to wail.
'Yes.' I say knowing now, we are again fighting the elements.
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