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"Ah crap," Claire sighed as Michael pinned her once again. He laughed and stood up slowly, holding out a hand to pull her up. They had been practicing fighting each other for at least an hour, one of Amelie's ideas to increase the humans' chances of surviving a Draug attack. Claire had been paired up with Michael and even though he was the youngest of the vampires he definitely wasn't weak.

"Try to think ahead, predict where to move," he said, stepping away from her to start the fight again. She readied the blunt stake in her hand, one of the many stakes Amelie handed out, blunt enough to stop the vampire from being hurt but sharp enough to make an impression. She had attempted to touch it against Michael's heart too many times for Claire to count and each time she ended up on the floor.

Claire glanced to the side where Eve was spinning and lunging, trying to dodge Amelie's repeated attacks; behind her Ceri had Monica flat on the floor looking disgruntled and back to her bitchy self. Just beyond them was Shane, looking angry as hell, in a defensive crouch, circling and ready to fight. Facing Myrnin.

Claire's eyes grew wide as she watched them circling each other, their determined expressions set and focussed on each other with grim anger. Shane's eyebrows were squished together in a frown and Myrnin clenched and unclenched his jaw. Shane's crouch looked strangely panicked compared to Myrnin's casual stance. He was walking wherever Shane wasn't, pacing opposite him. His body looked so relaxed and careless yet his face looked dangerous.

Everyone had seemed to pause to watch them, staring with uneasy interest as they faced each other. Claire saw the slight twitch in Shane's leg, telling her that he was going to move to his left, and sure enough he did, lunging to Myrnin's side stake at the ready. Myrnin didn't seem to move yet suddenly he was twirling around, spinning behind Shane without him noticing and grabbing the scruff of his shirt. In one swift movement he had dragged him backward and flung him over his shoulder, slamming him against the floor. Shane let out a pained grunt as he impacted with the floor, breathing heavily as Myrnin took the stake from his hand and started twirling it.

The room was silent for a second before Ceri's voice broke the silence.

"My turn."

She marched up to where Myrnin was standing and grabbed Shane's shirt like her brother had done, yanking him harshly out of the way and shoving him at Eve.

"Come on bro, lets fight."

Myrnin smiled slightly, cocking is head.

"It's been a long time since I've fought you one-on-one."

"It'll be a blast from the past then. In fact it'll be blast from when we were human. I hope you're better than you were when we were kids, you were appalling," Ceri said, stretching her perfect lips into a wide grin, mimicking Myrnin's strangely identical smile.

"Don't worry I wont hurt you. Much."

"Bring it."

He laughed quietly, circling casually, like he had with Shane, in synchronisation with his sister.

Claire let out the breath she hadn't noticed she had been holding and stared at the siblings, waiting for one of them to move. They stared at each other expressionlessly, watching and waiting…

Suddenly everything was a blur. They ran at each other at the same time, spinning and dodging as each of them grabbed and hit at each other. Myrnin managed to force Ceri to the flor yet she never stopped fighting, throwing his backwards against the floor behind her and rolling away from his blows. It was all so fast Claire could barely keep up. She heard grunts and growls from Myrnin and snarls and high pitched shouts from Ceri as they fought and hit and rolled and flung each other.

Amelie was watching with a sharp intensity, seeming tense like something was going to happen, like things were going to get bad…

A high pitched growl ripped through the room, followed by a low pitched groan. Their mess of attacking bodies rolled to the side and moved quickly as they tackled each other, revealing spatters of blood covering the floor where they had been. Another pained groan sounded, this time high pitched and more blood spilt on the floor where the blurring vampires had once been.

Amelie had become rigid. Claire moved quickly next to her, pulling her out of the trance she had been in.

"Amelie," Claire said, looking up at the vampires face, swallowing hard. "Amelie, is that supposed to be happening?" she whispered in a small voice.

"I doubt it," she quietly answered, edging forward slightly as more agonised groans and feral growls erupted, even some angered shouts roared through the room.

Claire looked back to the fight. She saw Myrnin, splattered with blood, crushed against the floor, being held down by Ceri, looking evil. Her fangs were protruding fiercely from her gums as she snarled down at him, twisted under her on the floor, his arm stretched painfully out to the side. In one quick jerk Ceri had lunged down and ripped into the exposed skin of his bicep. His eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened, letting out a tortured gasp, slowly turning into a roar. In no time he had flipped over, dragging Ceri around and starting the fight once again.

Claire breathing had quickened in the fear of seeing Myrnin in pain like that. She stared at them fighting, gasping and shaking. They both looked so evil, so full of hatred for each other that it scared her. She saw Amelie move next to her, turning and nodding to Michael, sending him a silent order. They moved forward in a blur, intercepting the vicious vampires.

Amelie emerged pulling Myrnin back from the brawl by his waist, yanking him away from Ceri with surprising grace. Micheal pulled Ceri the opposite way, trying to avoid her clawing fingernails.

After a while they finally calmed down, still breathing heavily and still with a tint of red remaining in their eyes. Amelie was investigating the scratched and ragged bites covering Myrnin's exposed skin while Michael did the same with Ceri. After a moment she sighed and rubbed her eyes, forcing away the red tinge that clouded around them, partially from blood and partially from stress.

"Claire, take Myrnin to your room and clean him up, we will deal with Ceri here. The wounds should heal quickly once he gets some blood."

Claire nodded and glanced up at a disgruntled Myrnin, who was started to walk towards the huge doors. Claire followed after him, waiting for him to jerk them open. With a violent tug and a mumble of annoyance the doors swung open and Claire and Myrnin walked through into the winding corridors.

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