Hey everyone, thanks for all the reviews on the previous chapters. I hope you all like this chapter as I worked hard on it and although it's sad, I still hope people enjoy it :P

Claire's P.O.V -

A tear drop slowly slid down my cheek and splashed onto Shane's, as I gently placed his head in my lap. He stared up at me, tears welling in his own eyes and he reached for his jean pocket. I watched him retrieve a small, square box and he weakly gripped my hand, to place it in my palm. A small gasp escaped my lips, once I realised what the box contained. Shane used one hand to hold mine and with the other, he popped the lid open and gave me a weak, small smile. The tears streamed down my face now, uncontrollable and sobs racked my body.

"I...was so...nervous...I...was...afraid...you...would...say no...", Shane spoke, between deep breaths.

"Ssshh...the answer is obviously yes...Shane...please, hold on", I whispered, leaning down until ours foreheads touched.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Myrnin pull the wooden stake from Amelie's chest and her body arched upward before she slumped to the floor. The blood covered stake landed with a thud, the sound echoing in my ears, along with the cries of Eve and whispers of Michael, who attempted to console her but tears slid down his own cheeks. My eyes flickered to the open door and anger and hatred bubbled inside of me. Victor had escaped. I focused on Shane, who sucked in a deep breath and gazed up at me, his hand weakly squeezing mine.

"Come...here", He whispered, eyes filled with love and pain.

Our lips touched gently at first, almost shyly but soon deepened. The memory of my first kiss with Shane flashed through my mind and my tears mingled into it, leaving a salty taste in my mouth. Shane kissed me with an unfamiliar sense of urgency and with a painful realisation, I knew that this would be the last kiss we would share.

We pulled apart and I buried my face in his neck, noticing the coldness of his skin and breathed in his scent. I didn't want to forget anything about him. I needed to remember.

"Claire, I love you...please...wear the ring...for...me...I...love you", Shane spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Shane. Always...", I whispered.

Suddenly, he gasped and his deep brown eyes slowly closed, his hand sliding from mine. I stared down at his peaceful expression and then at the ring inside the box. It was a gold ring, with one shining diamond in the centre and I slowly slid it onto my finger on my left hand. It fit perfectly and I closed my eyes, as memories continued to flash through my mind. He was gone, yet I couldn't comprehend that fact. I didn't want to believe that Shane was really gone. I didn't want to believe he was dead.

"Amelie...she can...she can change him...", Eve sobbed, clutching to Michael's shirt.

"I'm afraid she is far too weak at the moment...ah, Michael. Could you please bring me blood?", Myrnin murmured.

He turned his gaze to me but I continued to stare down at Shane, through blurry eyes. I carefully pulled his lifeless body into my arms, not caring about the blood that covered my clothes and my hands. Slowly, I rocked back and forth with Shane pressed against my chest, my face buried into the crook of his neck. My heart had completely shattered inside my chest and the pain I felt was unbearable.

"Claire...maybe Amelie can turn him into a vampire, once she regains her strength", Michael spoke, his voice soft but laced with sadness.

"No. I won't let him become a vampire. Even though he loved me, I knew it was hard for him to completely accept me as a vampire. His past is filled with horrible memories of our kind and I swear, I won't put him through the pain of becoming one..he would hate it. Just...just leave him alone. He's gone...he's dead".

The house became silent and it was deafening. I could feel my grasp on sanity slowly unravelling and with a deep breath, I pulled back and placed a soft kiss on Shane's lips, before I gently lay his body on the floor. As I rose to my feet, I winced at the sight of the blood that covered the wooden floorboards and my clothes and hands. The scent lingered in my nose but had no effect on me. Eve stared at Shane's body with wide, tear filled eyes and she sagged against Michael, who kissed her forehead and buried his face in her jet black hair.

The salty scent of tears hung heavy in the air, along with the blood and I held my breath. Myrnin placed the straw from the sports bottle into Amelie's mouth and helped her consume the liquid. After a moment, her eyes opened and she pushed his hand away, the wound in her chest quickly healing. I became aware of the tingling sensation in my abdomen but the wound did not concern me. Nothing concerned me at the moment, apart from one thing which I would succeed in doing.

With one more glance at Shane's body, I retrieved the silver knife, covered with my blood and ignored the burns the silver inflicted on my skin. I stalked towards the open door of the Glass House, the knife held tightly in my hand, the blade slicing my skin and my vision slowly turned red and my fangs appeared. I blocked out all of my emotions, except for the burning anger and allowed it to consume me.

"Claire! Where are you going!?", Michael and Eve shouted.

"I have a vampire to kill", I murmured, before I disappeared in a blur from the Glass House and into the dark, quiet streets of Morganville.

I'm so sorry for killing Shane D: But I have my reasons. This story was always supposed to be tragic and I knew that a happy ending would not be suitable, considering the events that have occurred throughout the story and I have thought about it over and over. I've finally come up with a few ideas for the ending and they will most likely be sad and tragic. Maybe I'll try to come up with a..kind of.. happy ending. Also, before you ask..yes, Shane is dead and no, he will not be turned into a vampire. He's gone :o Anyway, please review and I hope you liked it :)