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Claire's pov

Bishop's grip tightens above my torso; with bone crushing force. My ribs squeal in outright fear. The laugh still echoes in the room; powerful, fearful… the laugh of a champion. I'm now beginning to doubt our chances of winning; along with our chances of survival. Looking no different to the last time I saw him; that night in the university. I burned the book; in finding the cure. He wasn't happy; that could very easily of been my death. Yet tonight, his rein could begin. Us mere mortals' just pawns on a chess board; one move from being a sacrifice, to show his grip, or most likely his power.

He doesn't run. No, he walks. Head held high; carrying me like I weigh less than a bag of feathers. The stake lies in my pocket, along with a silver knife and a bottle of silver nitrate; no chance of my hand slithering in to fetch it.

I can hear footsteps; grunts and high pitch squeals, but over all that I can hear Shane. I can hear his shouts of my name. I try my hardest to struggle against Bishop's superior strength; but again he just laughs. That arrogant, evil laugh; but this time his fangs glint in the glow of the now present candle light.

'Be careful little one; you are of course very, very breakable!' His words silence me because it is no threat; its fact. One quick jerk could end everything; I would die silenced upon the floor. So I keep my lips shut; sealed from making any noise; I bottle my scream for later.

Bishop walks leisurely through his warehouse; like nothing can touch him- at this moment, I don't doubt him. Amelie doesn't seem so strong; force Morganville doesn't seem as big; it feels like we're going to lose. My fears are even more confirmed when we walk under a now visible flight of stairs; only to be showered in bodies. Blood whips upon our faces; the bitter taste of rust makes me gag. These are my people; lying dead on the floor. Bleeding battered… lost to the devil of death. His smile confirms he believes he's triumphed; his look into his follows eyes, is spine tingling. He believes that in this moment no-one can touch them; the slow trickle of practically transparent blood proves his point. His warriors are cold, cavernous killers; they bite the necks of humans… no, not just humans. In those bodies lie two vamps. Good vamps. The owner of the twenty four hour store, Edward I think. Then the one I know more closely. Violet. The founder's blood sister; one who I saved from the jail below- my cure saved her but now she's dead. All those years, all those memories gone.

Master Bishop breaks his stare; only to continue walking. He walks in long slow steps; until we hit an old wooden door, more suited to an antique style church than an old rotted warehouse. He opens the door roughly; not caring who hears the grind of the hinges, inside light bounces. Descending the stairs; he moves with grace, despite his size.

My eyes once again blind; not because of darkness but because of light. If the coma taught me anything, it was not to give up. I force my eyelids to open, to see the room I find myself in. Once the burred images go; I find myself in what looks like a prison-with only one cage- and that cage is taken.

Miranda.

She's curled in the corner; tightly in a ball. Her clothes are ragged and ruined. She looks so small; so vulnerable, she looks like a child. 'Miranda?' My word is dry, filled with uncontained amounts of emotion. She turns to the bars and sees me. Her eyes turn to saucers; she's seeing something… something she doesn't like going by the whimpers.

Then as quick as her vision began, it ends and a slow secretive smile forms in her lips. Bishop sees this smile; and he doesn't like it. He drops me like a bag of bones. The pain is instant; the concrete floor makes for a terrible landing. My wrist makes the most awful sound; whilst consuming me in red hot agony. Automatically I know it's broken; each movement causes uncountable bouts of pain. That's until I see Miranda.

'Don't do that. She's just a kid!'

My voice is piercing; because now I'm angry. He has Miranda by the hair and is bringing his ivory fangs closer and closer to her exposed neck. A single blue vein, standing cowardly; her smooth neck, disrupted by this one idiotic vein.

Miranda won't speak; her eyes are sealed shut, not wanting to watch. Bishop's patience comes to an abrupt end as he whips her across the room; throwing her against the wall of solid concrete; decretive severed heads; and blooded swords wobble terrifyingly.

A sword drops, I just move… as fast as a vampire.

The sword enters my palm, leaving a gory, blood spouting gash, a deep gash. I don't stop until I'm at Miranda's side. 'Miranda?'

Her feeble cough; makes everything for a second ok, until her eyes meet mine. Inside those eyes I see fear. I see a purpose. I see a girl. She's only sixteen. She lives with this every day. That's when her lips form tiny words.

'Claire, follow me, trust me, let me do this; it's the only way we can win! Promise me you'll do this?' My heart pounds in my chest because I know what she's going to do. 'I've seen it and this is how it's got to be.' Inside I know she's telling the truth, despite my better instinct I nod. She'd of done it anyway.

Maybe she'll get remembered; she's saving lives after all- not just humans.

Miranda's hand, slips quickly into my pocket; faster than a scorpion sting. She takes the small bottle of silver. 'The sword; remember the sword… you can do this Claire.' Then using the wall for support she stands; offering me her hand.

I take that small, defenceless hand in my own. So cold, so imperfect… I feel tears begin to form. 'Don't.' her single word catches me off guard. All I can find is a weak smile; but that's enough as she smiles back. Her own smile is everything but weak; she knows what she's doing. Just like Amelie, her fingers make the countdown. 3, 2, 1, she goes.

Her run is like a child's; in a meadow… except I know she's running to her death. Catching Bishop from behind she shouts 'Claire!' I run with my sword held high. The pain in my wrist automatically goes; it's nothing compared to what Miranda is doing.

Bishop in pure shock; pauses just a second but long enough for Miranda to pour the silver down his throat; some burns his skin showing bone- I scream. But Miranda just says 'This is what I saw; A coating of silver upon the tongue; glittering burns, a siren's scream.' I know now that the burns upon Bishop she saw all too clear; but my voice as a siren will show this man to his death.

Red erupts in Bishop's eyes as he claws at his skin before finally finding Miranda, he bites… I run.

Sword held in the air, my scream loud and clear. I position the sword above his head and bring the blade down. The tip touches his crown, making the smell of cooking flesh. I gag but still push the blade, down and down. The ultra sharp edge cuts easily through his skin and bone; he tries and tries to reach the blade but with each cut he gets weaker and weaker.

That laugh now stops; panic is taking over; he's realising.

The slice upon my hand is pouring blood, the floor is now pooling in a mix of mine and the lord Bishop's. I continue till that blade touches the very bottom; crunching into the concrete. He falls into himself; the soulless being that is bishop is no more.

'Move' I hear the voice clear. Oliver. I turn to find them standing. Amelie, Oliver, Myrnin, Eve, Michael and… Shane. Each have separately been fighting; no piece of clothes on either have been left untouched. The match in Oliver's hand; makes my feet move one step at a time; Miranda is moved by Michael and a tear stricken Eve. The match is thrown; the room fills with heat of the fire; he melts away… this time dead.

Amelie's eye catches mine; her only leaving words are 'Thank you.'

Nothing else but that's enough; I run to Shane, bury myself in his warmth- crying my broken heart out.

He may be gone but through that is death; she's the sacrifice she saw; the blood that was ruined.

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