I so don't own Morganville! Also I want to give a shout out to ELIJAHS_ANGEL_ 5812 on wattpad for giving me many wonderful ideas which will help improve the story. However right now I appologize for being slow again at updating and I'd like to thank everyone :)

Claire's pov

I felt a portal being opened and my concentration slipped. Thus resulting in another broken cup. I bent down and gathered the pieces in my hand then went and threw it away. Turning around I was very surprised to see Amelie standing there.

"Claire" She said politely yet she also sounded hesitant and... nervous. I began to feel my own nervousness creep up. Though she was my sister and the reason I was still alive it still was a bit awkward. It also didn't help that I hadn't seen her during the days I was depressed.

Yes I know I sound like a bratty pouting baby. I also understand she is a very busy women, running Morganville and all the chaos that comes to town, but I still wish I could...

"Claire?" I was brought out of my thoughts. "Sorry I spaced out for a moment." In response she merely raisesed a brow. I however simply stared at her waiting for her to say something.

This had to be one of the most awkward moments as we both stood completely still unbreathing like statues. It seemed like minutes but really it was really seconds. Finally I saw her lips twitch then stretch as she did something that shocked me so much I nearly fell. Amelie burst into laughter.

In response I ended up in a laughing fit as well. "I wanted to ask if you would spend the weekend with me..?" She asked hesitantly when our laughter died down. I agreed right away, because I really did want to get to know her she was my big sister and the awkwardness that was between us I hoped would eventually dissipate.

Most vamp families I had met so far weren't close with the exception of a few of course as Theo's familly seemed closer then even most human families.

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And that is how I ended up here sipping tea with Amelie awkwardly while we both sat quietly making awkward small chat. I wasn't sure whether it was because of the massive age difference or the fact that normally when we talk it's amongst chaos. We both sighed, for the millionth time. "So..." Amelie started but trailed off.

I was so unused to this side of Amelie, she rarely allowed this side of her to show. It was so human and real that it always had me surprised when I was so used to seeing her as the strong ice queen. Yes she had her moments before but I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to it.

"Yes?" I said, I asked probably a little to quickly. Part of me still felt intimidated by her and I really hoped that it would disipitate with time. I didn't want it to always be awkward between us.

"Would you... well I was hoping that you would indulge me and spend more time with me." She sounded worried, worried I'd say no. I felt my lips stretch as I smiled, "I'd like to get to know you." I said sincerely.

"Have you opened the chest yet?" She asked hesitancy no longer seeming to be in her tone. I shook my head, "No I didn't get a chance to yet... maybe can you be there when I open it?" She smiled softly, "of course we can go get it and open it here."

So we got the chest from the secret room in the glass house.

Myrnin's pov

I threw the beaker across the lab in a fit of frustration. Grabbing my hair and pulling slightly. She had only been gone for a few hours yet I found myself slightly jealous that Amelie right now had Claire's attention. Yes it was irrational to feel this way, but I have lived a very long life and my gut told me that there was reason to be worried.

Something was going to happen soon and the fact that my little bird was not near me set me into a panic I flashed around the room not caring when glass cut my feet. Amelie had been very clear that she did not want any interruptions, but I could just check on them couldn't I? I paced a few more times before deciding I had to check on Claire whether Amelie would be happy or not.

I did want Amelie to be there for Claire, as I think she truly needed it but I knew my friend well. I also knew opening up would be hard and it would take a while for her to completely open up to Claire. Opening the door to the portal I let my mind shift through till it stabilized on a image. Walking through I nearly stumbled at the sight before me.

There on the couch was Amelie braiding my little birds hair while they laughed about something. Both thier laughter sounded musical like wind chimes. It was a laugh I had never seen come from either of them before. I found myself smiling when the shock wore off.

They were both so into the moment they had failed to sense me or the portal. I decided it was best to leave and let them enjoy their time together. So I left still having the sound of my beautiful little bird and my dear friend stuck in my head.

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Claire's pov

When I first opened the chest I was a bit nervous. It seems silly that after everything I have survived, seen, and gone through since entering Morganville, that I was still even capable of feeling nervous. My hands had shook as I unlocked the lock carefully and even more so as I lifted the lid. I wasn't sure why but the moment the lid was all the way back I sighed from relief. I looked at my sister who was quietly watching me with her head cocked slightly to the left as she studied me.

Her eyes seeming to search my own eyes as if looking for something. Finally I broke our eye contact as she gestured to the chest my eyes slowly peered down into the chest. The first thing that caught my eyes was a old leather-bound journal. The cover contained no writing but had golden swirls that decorated it.

Some how I knew out of everything in this box that item would be the most important. I reached slowly towards the journal only to be stopped by Amelie. "This you can read later in private, but I want to show you something." After she set the book down on the table to the side she went into the chest digging around until she pulled out a little black box.

"This belonged to your mother's side" Amelie said as she open the box. "It was your great grandmothers." She finished saying as she pulled out a beautiful hair brush. It was very old yet still seemed in perfect condition.

I gently glided my fingers along the soft bristles which were made of boars hair. I was surprised when Amelie told me to turn around and that she would do my hair for me. Yet I complied without hesitation. She softly brushed my hair in a peaceful quiet for a moment before she began telling me some stories of the trouble she got in as a child.

I almost didn't believe it but soon we were laughing heart felt laughs. It felt as if this was a step in the right direction.

(So this is the start of me trying to piece together a stronger bond between Amelie and Claire! But I had to add some Myrnin in just cus he's the best! I promise bare with me for a bit) :)