Eve's POV

Miranda just keeps screaming 'it's all wrong', and that Bishop shouldn't be encased like Amelie has done. I just can't take my eyes off the drape covered body that's lying at the other end of the room, it's like every horror I've ever lived through, because that was Annabelle's mother, and she has just had to see the remains of her flung across the room like a rag doll, all mutilated flesh and blank eyes. It's all a bit too much like those video games Shane loves, and all I want to do is press reset and take us all back to the very beginning before we had all this to worry about, before we were being hunted by one and taking prisoner of another. I can't see how Miranda is right, but some part of me is screaming that she is and that we are making the biggest mistake by not letting Bishop take control; that thought alone makes me more scared than I can even say because when he is the one who can save us, just how dangerous does that make what we are facing? I truly thought he was the incarnation of evil but apparently I'm superiorly wrong.

'Miranda will you give it a rest!' Shane shouts from across the room, where him and Claire sit with Annabelle trying to find some way in which to sooth her, the poor kid is sobbing her heart out; she has no way of understanding why her mama is not getting up…man this sucks.

'Miranda!' Shane shouts again louder, glaring evils at her. 'Put the fangs away and shut up!' Well that's one way of saying it, I suppose.

Miranda just looks at Shane, her eyes flashing a glowing red; on her it looks so far from supernatural, it looks like she took the wrong turn and has jumped wholly on the crazy train.

'You might not believe it Shane but I'm right.' Miranda folds her arms over her chest, making me want to snigger at just how young she looks and just how much she is not proving her point. 'He will try to kill us all, but them outside they will kill us all and then what we going to do? Come on Shane you want to give me an answer?' There is dead silence, and I emphasise dead rather sourly, for like a minute enough to make me shuffle on my feet. 'Thought not, so don't try to pretend you have all these answer because I know you don't, I know fine well that you have no idea what so ever what we're going to do next. They killed a bus load of people in seconds, what will it take them to kill all of us Shane? A minute? Or two? We'd be cold before they'd even dissolve back into the ground, all of us- Vampire and human!' She shouts, loud enough to make me stare at her in open shock; I've known Miranda for years ever since she saved my life instead of her sisters, since then I've never been able to ignore her or think that her visions were that of fiction and it's that which is pulling at me like a noose to the neck when I even think about dismissing her obvious plea for us to listen, and to understand that she is right.

'Mir…' I say taking a deep breath. 'Hunny what did you see? Why you so scared?'

'You don't want to know.' She says so very bluntly to me, a sharp set of words that wound so badly it's as if I've been shot. It's the fact not one word held any form of emotion, so deprived of life and love; and I know now in my heart whatever she has saw is so very barbaric, and so very painful; that's why she is so very, very damaged because these visions are a lifetime of therapy, of which what she sees wounds her ego and plays punch bag to her heart and her mind; and back then when she struggled to tell the difference between a dream and a reality, she was making herself a prime target for all the craziness. Which is a hell of a lot, considering you know vampires.

'I believe you Miranda, I really do.' I say looking at her, apart from her skin she's the same small girl that I've known for all these years; and her eyes despite the flashing red are still so very full of fear, so very afraid of the unknown which she sees so very clearly in her mind. Her smile now is very weak, but it's a start…it's a start.

'Eve…' Michael says next to me, taking my hand. 'Are you sure?' He asks watching me with a very guarded expression. 'It's Bishop, you saw what he did last time…' They're all looking at me, watching me trying to discover whether I'm maddened or if I understand something all the rest of them don't.

'I know Mike; I know baby but just trust me.' I say, pleading with my eyes for him to understand, for him to see what I see.

'I do trust you but Eve it's him…' His voice is like liquid gold, so very smooth and soft but with a harden edge.

'Whatever she saw…' I say stumbling over my words, I cough and look at my friends and start again. 'Whatever she saw is right, I know it.' I say with all the conviction I can so very much muster.

'Mir, I know you don't want to but we need to know… what did you see?' Claire's voice is hesitant, as if this is the last thing she wants to do but she's right despite what Miranda thinks we need to know, for our sanity at the very least.

'Please Mir…' I say.

'Oh…' She says with a sob, and that face is not vampire it's a child so very, very scared. 'They know… they know us.' She says so very simply.

'What?' I say.

But interrupted by Claire's scream.

'MAGNUS!' Her tone is so very horrified.

I spin round, and there he is, right where Annabelle's mama was.

'Foolish child.' Magnus says, in a tongue so eclipsed in water; each word a flurry of sounds.

He's looking directly at Miranda.

I scream.