Chapter 35:
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ARGH school photos (for the yearbook) are horrid and please never look at (if you get the chance) the Wolfreton 2011 year book!
Claire's POV:
My phone beeps with the recognition that I have a text message. Myrnin groans as I roll away from him and pick up the phone, his hands lacing around my back to try and pull me back.
"Whoa, how long have we been here?" I say, unable to process in my mind how long we have been at this... The phone says the time is 2:34am, but I don't know what time we came in here. I know, for one thing, that it definitely wasn't after 1pm... Just when was it before that?
"Erm, I'm not entirely sure," Myrnin admits with a grin, pulling me back onto his chest. I lift my phone up into the air to look at it, but unlock it before this (I don't trust Myrnin with my phone).
You have a text message from Amelie:
Are you ready to return yet, or shall we have to wait even longer?
"Honestly, she's getting snippy," Myrnin mutters but laughs afterwards. It's alright for him: he's no relative of Amelie and if she decided to shout/snap at him, he could retaliate! I'm too scared of her to do this - it may be slightly better now than before, but I'm still petrified of snappy Amelie!
"Maybe we should go back?" I suggest and he smiles. He nods but doesn't release me and I don't want him to let me go: I want to stay here, in his arms forever! Yet I know it's not exactly practical or anything... We should probably go back now our urges have been satisfied!
"Alright then, in a minute," Myrnin begrudgingly says, pressing his lips to mine. I discard the phone to the side and wrap my hands around the back of his head, pressing my torso against his as I roll slightly.
The phone beeps again and I realise, with a jolt, that we've been distracted rather a long time: the phone says it's now 3:12am - that's more than half an hour!
Claire, you have five minutes to reply/get here or I send Oliver in!
"Now she is definitely pissed!" I mutter as I read the text. Myrnin looks over my shoulder and looks horrified at the mention of Oliver.
"We're getting up now," he says and, with lightning speed, pulls us both upright. I lean against his chest again (but sitting upright) and begin to text Amelie back with speedy fingers.
Ok, ok, Amelie! We're coming in a bit!
I send this before I actually stand up, my feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. I sway very slightly, as I realise I've burnt up all the blood in my body, but I rectify this.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower," I inform him and he nods, standing up himself.
"I shall go and fetch the martyr some blood so that she doesn't collapse on me," he says, zooming around to place a soft kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes as he does this and then he disappears - typical! Then again, the threat of Oliver coming in is sort of disturbing: I don't want him here!
I head into the bathroom and open the shower cubicle, smelling the scent of my shower gel greeting me: I really wish that the producers made the bottles thicker so that vampires don't have to smell everything as soon as they get near it. I mean, if I (the youngest vampire) can smell it, then everyone else can! The water begins to power out and I turn the heat up as high as possible, keen for the warmth to spread over my body and remove the sweat from me. I wash quickly, keen to be able to see Myrnin again - I miss him already, and then jump out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a fluffy white towel, I head out of the bathroom and see my amazing husband standing in the bedroom, waiting for me.
"Hey, sexy," I murmur, wrapping my arms around his back. He turns his head and smiles before disentangling himself from my arms somehow. He hands me a bottle of warmed blood and I can see that he's had some; he looks entirely revitalised and strong and brilliant!
"As much as I would love to continue this, we have to go," he reminds me and I nod, a small smile creeping up onto my lips. He smiles as well before disappearing into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
Now my attention is no longer being distracted by Myrnin, I realise that I have burnt up most of my blood in my body. My throat aches like a bitch and I cannot control myself (again) as the blood is gulped down, my fangs prominent and vision red. The crimson tint looks pretty weird still, to be honest, but I'm guessing that I'll grow used to it with age. There isn't a chance I could live to be the age Amelie is (so she'd be double my age!) without being able to accept that blood turns my vision a different colour for a few moments!
I dispose of the bottle in the bin at the end of the bed before opening the wardrobe. Most of my normal clothes, well the ones that Amelie deemed appropriate, are at Sam's old flat so I'll need to get them back. However, there are the really tight black skinny jeans in the wardrobe, along with a silver vest top (about knee length if you didn't ruffle it up) with black writing all over it. I pull on some simple underwear and then these clothing items, tying my hair back in a high ponytail to keep it away from my face. I have to clip back some of the front of it because it won't stay back, but finally it does! After dressing, I apply a quick lashing of mascara and lipgloss, not bothering with anymore because Myrnin is already finished in the bathroom and I know he's going to mention how long it has already taken me to get ready, let alone anymore additions to my appearance!
"Aren't you ready yet?" Myrnin, not surprisingly, says in shock as he waltzes through from the bathroom. Droplets of water hang in his hair and drip down his front, distracting me from the eyeliner in my hand – well I think eyeliner goes without saying!
"No, unfortunately we can't all get dressed and be ready to leave in less than about three seconds!" I say and he smiles. He dresses quickly, in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, the ruined shirt from yesterday making it's way into the bin… there is absolutely no chance that it could possibly be fixed – I was a little violent with it last night!
"Has that taken me three seconds?" he asks with a grin, his hands wide out.
"No, it took seven," I say with a grin, moving over and taking one of his outstretched hands.
"Glad to see that even you can see when you have been over exaggerating and acknowledge that nobody could possibly get ready in three seconds," Myrnin says with a sarky grin – what a surprise, he's already back to insulting me.
"Well perhaps that is my mission in the lab: to make a tonic that makes you go that fast!" I say and he laughs. Then my phone beeps again. "But first we're going to have to deal with Amelie – I'm guessing that that is her texting to ask why we are not there yet. She needs a tonic to calm her down – like fast!" I say and Myrnin nods, laughing even more. Then he sobers up.
"Slightly more pressing, but not entirely more so, is finding out the specifications for why she is pregnant – given she is a vampire – and also what is going on," Myrnin says. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that. "We need to find out why she keeps collapsing and if this has any longevity effects whatsoever on her. I don't know why this is happening, but it needs to be known so that we can help her. Of course, the calming tonic would be helpful – for Pete's sake she's texting me now!" he explodes at the end and I snigger at his petty outburst. Typical Myrnin; you think that he is entirely sane again but then he goes and acts in a way that makes you doubt this entirely.
"Come on, calm down," I say, pulling him towards the portal in the corner of the room. "Ignore the text and lets just go and see her – ok?" I continue and he nods, agreeing to this pretty easily. I open the portal door and we reappear in Amelie's office, which is empty. The door is open and I can hear that Amelie, Sam and Michael are sitting in the living room, the television being on. Oliver, I don't believe, is here… this leads me to believe that the threat of Oliver coming over to 'bring us over' was simply that – a threat – and completely had no chance of occurring. Then again, this is Amelie and you never know what she is going to do; you especially don't know what pregnant Amelie is going to do!
"Finally, you made it over here before the end of the century," Amelie exclaims as we walk into the living room. Michael's face makes me want to blush but I manage to prevent myself by simply focusing on Amelie… an Amelie who doesn't exactly to be at top form on her dress sense. It's a weird dress – one from the Victorian era I believe – but I thought that she said to me ages ago that she never wears dresses?
"I was haggling for the end of the millennia, but Claire speeded me up slightly," Myrnin jokes back and he hugs Amelie properly. "Good to see you again, Amelie," he says and she actually responds. She hugs him back before releasing him.
"I would have said that I would enjoy your company, but that would be a lie extending past three minutes," she says and I laugh. She turns to me and her expression seems a little displeased. "You, you never answered your phone!" she exclaims and I shake my head. Honestly, she's already gone onto this. Whew, I don't care what Myrnin says – a calming potion is definitely on the cards for my next job in the lab!
"Ok, calm down!" Sam exclaims and puts his hands on her shoulders. This is one of the only things that surprises me about Amelie – the only person that she allows to manhandle her and tell her what to do is Sam, someone who is bossed around (or at least he used to) by every other vampire in town. Weird! But then again, everyone has someone who they have a weakness for. Myrnin is mine and I guess Eve is still Michael's – Lindsay may be in the picture, but she isn't anywhere near as high up in Michael's heart as Eve still is… no matter what he thinks!
"I am going to return to the lab, with Claire, and we shall begin working on a theory as to what is occurring with the baby and such," Myrnin says and I have the distinct feeling that he is trying to get out of here – well NAH! Honestly, brain, you need to stop stating the blatantly obvious and, you know, don't state the obvious!
"Very well, but I would like some progress soon," Amelie sniffs. Sheesh, she's just summoned here for no reason whatsoever and she is letting us leave as soon as we have arrived, practically. "Before I forget, I would stop by at Common Grounds, Myrnin. Oliver has requested to speak to you," she says as we walk out the door. Myrnin nods and shuts the door behind us before looking down at me.
With the look on Myrnin's face, I presume that this cannot be good. Well, SHIT! Yet I think that he won't be going now... with the way that he is grasping my hand, and the speed by which we are rushing home, neither of us will be going anywhere anytime soon!
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