Chapter 50:

WHOOOP! We have actually reached the half century mark – first of my stories ever to do that! So let's celebrate and have a good chapter, with LOTS OF REVIEWS XD

Also, wish me luck - I've got an English Paper 1 exam tomorrow :(

(btw, it's back in Claire's POV)

I walk through the portal from Amelie's house (wow, she really was pissed – I was trying to emulate that, but to no avail) to my own house. I wonder why he is here, rather than blowing things up in his own lab – still, I can use this to my advantage another time!

"Honey, here you are," he says to me and moves over to kiss me – I reciprocate with lots of enthusiasm: probably too much enthusiasm!

"Hi, feel like setting a date for this wedding and then a venue, or are we just going to pick a random day and get married in a field?" I ask rather snottily, and he makes a face.

"Claire, you don't have to talk like Amelie!" he says to me – huh, I may actually kill him. I'm about to reciprocate, when I hear Amelie yelling, then Sam doing the same thing – how are we hearing this?

I move over to the portal and see that it is fully shut. So I motion for Myrnin to come over and say:

"Myrnin, can you sound proof this please because I feel really awkward listening to them argue." He nods and presses his hand against the portal, and concentrates. Within seconds I can no longer hear them – thank god!

"In response to your question – let's set a date and location for our wedding," he says, pulling me into his side (I already have completely forgotten about being mad with the moment he touched me) before we jump on the sofa. It makes an ominous noise and I laugh because it is funny! We've probably half broken the sofa here! "What's so funny, babe?" he asks me, well my hair at least as that's where my head is in correlation to his mouth.

"Nothing my dear," I reply, not wanting to get into the whole breaking of the sofa issue. "So, have you ever considered where you would want to get married?" I move onto the subject at hand here now, as otherwise we'd never actually get onto it!

"I never envisioned getting married before I met you, so I haven't a foggiest," he replies ruefully - so he never wanted to marry Ada? That's weird because I thought if you love someone, you would ask them to get married... Still, I don't care because if Ada was married to Myrnin he'd feel even more regret over killing her than he already does.

"Ok then, well let's make a list of the places we can get married," I suggest and he nods.

"Church, City Hall, random places like the landfill site," Myrnin comes up with. I turn and give him a look of incredulity at the last one and he shrugs. "As far as I knew, my dear, it may have always been your dream of getting married at the local landfill site!"

"Well, amazingly, it hasn't - I'd say take it down to City Hall or Church," I respond and he nods in thought.

"Well, to be honest, neither of us are religious so I feel marrying in a church is pointless," he says and I have to agree.

"So, City Hall? Apparently there's a really nice room there where weddings happen," I confirm and he nods.

"Well, let's not rule out the church yet - I say we have a look at them both before making a final decision." Myrnin democratically decides and, yeah, it's a good idea.

"Look at my guy, being all democratic," I say, turning around and kissing him, one leg on either side of him. I kiss him on the neck, rather alluringly and he struggles to keep focus on where we are and our plans for the day.

"Claire, however much I want to do this, we aren't exactly in the best location. And we're going out looking at rooms, aren't we to get married in!" he protests and I let him up slowly.

"Well, when you put it like that," I say and put my arms around his neck, curling up next to him and getting in close to him. I snuggle his neck with my nose and he laughs at this, before disentangling himself from my clutches.

"Want to get married or not?" he asks with a laugh. "That reminds me, back on subject, what month and date do you want to marry me on?"

I consider this for a moment, before saying:

"March - it's still dark enough so that the wedding doesn't have to be ridiculously late, but also warmer and just nicer weather. Plus, we got together in March so it'll be perfect!"

he looks intrigued at this and pulls me back into him, giving up on trying to go look at the rooms.

"So, howabouts we get married on the 22nd... The date we got together?" he suggests gently and I grin at this suggestion.

"It sounds perfect," I enthuse and he reaches around to give me a big slobbery kiss - how pleasant! Still, I don't care because we're getting married on the 22nd March next year! Whoo!

So, after about half an hour, we manage to make it from the sofa to the front door - I'm sure I left my car here the other day. I open the door, however, and only see Michael's car out there - where's mine? I slam the door shut and look around in confusion.

"Where's the car?" Myrnin asks, "Because it isn't at my house."

That's confusing - no, I haven't been a victim of car theft. That's simply due to the fact stealing a vampire's car is suicidal - and I don't even have to touch them; the tinting is too dark!

Where's Michael? If his car's out there, how has he travelled?

Hey Michael, where are you? Claire x

"We're just going to have to hang tight a moment honey as I'm asking Michael about the car," I say and Myrnin's arms fold around my waist, his lips at my shoulder. I can't help but think back to the list of kissing locations Eve and I invented back when we were both in this house. Life is so different from then: I'm engaged and a vampire whereas she's with Neil and pregnant!

"Well this is perfect, I love you!" I gasp before Michael replying to my message ruins the moment:

Just at work... Why? Michael x

God, he is DEAD!

"He's stolen my car!" I yell in fury and Myrnin jumps in shock at the volume of my voice.

"What!" he says.

"The darn idiot is at work and he took my bloody car, not his own! That means that we cat go out!" I say furiously and he rubs my shoulders to calm me down.

"Well why don't we just take his car, and then bring it back before he's back?" he suggests cheekily but I ignore him.

"No because then we're as bad as him. Just don't let me kill him, ok?" I say furiously - I guess we're not going to go venue shopping now!

Argh, it's english exam tomorrow so please review to help me over the pain of it!

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Vicky xx