Disclaimers:
All characters and concepts of the Night World are owned by the talented L. J. Smith.
Spoilers:
Nightworld 7: Huntress.
Trying To Break
Chapter 1: The Beginning.
---Claire's P.O.V. ---'Damn her, she always has to be so great, so what if she is a Wild power, one of the ones that are a meant to save the world. I don't care who she is but she has got my man. He is totally devoted to her; through he tries not to show it. He always has to be the hard guy the one that has no weaknesses, but she is his weakness, my damn cousin his soulmate and I envy her for that'.
Claire sat in a blood red seat, staring out the window, watching the many motors that pasted by and the people that walked by.
"Claire, Claire?" Jez called, coming into the dark lounge. Carefully jumping over obstacles that where in her way, like chairs.
'Speak of the devil and she will appear' Claire thought sardonically.
"Have you seen my black leather pants" she asked searching Claire's face.
'Yep I borrowed them yesterday' Claire thought forgetting Jez could read her mind as Circle Daybreak had somehow got her to start drinking blood again, they said it would make her stronger and improve her powers, that it definitely did.
"Claire" Jez said in the utmost stern voice she could muster.
"What is it now" she snapped, making Jez's eyebrows nearly hide in her hairline.
"My leather pants?" Jez replied.
"In my room" Claire muttered. With that her cousin left her in the turmoil of her thoughts and headed for Claire's room, which was on the other side of the house.
'Lucky bitch, she has everything. She stole everything from me. She stole Morgead from me'.
----------FLASHBACK----------
(A/N: this is set just after Jez leaves in the beginning of the book and Morgead is looking for Jez. Claire doesn't know Jez yet either)
She entered the club, the hardcore music deafening her ears. It was then that she saw him. He was lounging against one of the metal walls scanning the crowd, as if looking for someone.
Hiking up her skirt, she walked past him to get to the bar. He didn't even look at her, how could he not even notice her, she was more beautiful then all the girls in here put together, or at least in her opinion she was.
After ordering her drink she decided to approach him.
Barging her way through the crowd to him she dropped her drink. The glass smashed, sending bits of glass all over the floor. He turned his attention to her but then looked away almost immediately.
Putting on her most seductive voice she spoke. "Hey darling, I haven't seen you in here before, who are you?" she asked. In truth she hadn't been in here before but she couldn't think of anything else to say, all the girls that were sending daggers her way sort of put her off.
He looked at her, completely uninterested. "I'm new in here, yes" he answered in a somewhat bored tone.
Entirely oblivious to the fact he wasn't interested in her she carried on "so what's your name?"
"Morgead" he simply said.
"Nice, unusual, but still nice. Mine's Claire"
His eyes had a sudden gleam to them, slowly he leaned forward "Do you want to go somewhere more... private".
Claire nodded eagerly and threw a couple of triumphant glances at his fan club. Morgead took her hand and lead her out into the street than into an alleyway.
"What are we doing here?"
"Wouldn't you like to know" he roughly threw her against a wall and crushed her against him. Morgead kissed her neck than licked it. He felt his canines grow and quickly sunk them into the girl's neck.
After taking enough blood to fill his appetite he let her go and glided away to continue his search. Completely forgetting that he hadn't wiped her or killed her.
----------END OF FLASHBACK----------
Dreaming of Morgead, Claire fell asleep
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Authors note:
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