Eve's pov
Okay so a lot has just happened, and I'm not quite sure whether it's very good- like yeah we won but something feels off and I don't know whether it's just me but I don't like how that went down. My head felt like it was going to explode, the pressure just kept building higher and higher; I honestly thought we were going to die.
Its been decided at sun-down tomorrow we'll go out there. Out there. Out into the snow topped home that was once a safe-ish place but is now like 'no-man's land' covered with unknown danger that I can only imagine. I'm scared, I know this is like nothing I've ever imagined, the draug before were terrifying but this whole new breed…somehow the mutilated thing they've became is even worse because its so wrong, so very wrong.
You'd think growing up here and fighting it all for so long would make it all a little more normal but it doesn't, if anything it makes it worse like a jack-in-the-box except each time the surprise changes and becomes a little bit more terrifying. And im tired of it now: I want to live a normal life; in a normal town; surrounded by normal people- but instead I live in the supernatural metropolis: so it's a fucked up life, a fucked up town; surrounded by a multitude of fucked up people… that's the life me and my friends have…and before all this the must fucked up thing of all is that I was beginning to love it; serves me right for hoping for the better.
I lie now on the couch in Michael's embrace trying to think past tomorrow night, trying to remember that there is a future; but its difficult we're using Bishop (that cold, calculating dominant) to try and stop another monster- Magnus. I play with my weddings bands, twirling them around and around my finger as my mind spins a fabrication of possibilities. We could all die, we could all be cold in just under twenty-four hours…or even worse some of us could die and the others would have to live with it. I couldn't live without Michael: he's the ying to my yang; the light to my darkness; he's my future. I couldn't live without knowing the others were okay; Claire and Shane are my family, we are a weird little frat and I wouldn't change it for the world, soppy I know but true. And then…and little Annabelle…she's a baby, she shouldn't have to be surrounded by this. We have to win but honestly I don't expect it, in the pit of my stomach something is telling me it's not right; that it isn't just going to be an easy win- I don't want to die, I don't want any of us too; we've fought too hard for it all to end now.
I have my Michael- I have my human Michael. I have a future, possibilities and I love it. Tomorrow night when we fight, I'm not going down with taking my chance- I have too much to lose.
'Hey guys…' Michael's voice stirs me from my mental monologue.
'Yeah.'
'Fancy a movie- just us four.'
'Dude you read my mind!'
'I'll go to kitchen and get some supplies…'
'Claire-bear wait up; we may need more than you can carry.' Even my voice sounds hollow.
'Blood and gore?' Shane shouts from beside the awkwardly placed TV.
'Really? Now is so not the time for blood and gore! Claire how can you love this guy?' I laugh.
'Hey! Don't make her question it!'
'What can I say I just love the chilli!'
'Just my Chilli Mrs Collins? You wound me.'
'Just pick a movie!' Claire's laugh is as light as air, and just as free but cracks at the end as she hurries out of our room, I catch up with her at the end of one corridor.
'Hey, you could of least waited CB.'
'Sorry…' She sniffs. 'Didn't want to…' She indicates her face, I notice the wet stream down her cheeks and the fact her eyes look overly full.
'Hey we'll be fine Claire-bear when are we not?'
'Exactly, maybe our time is up.'
'Don't say that, we can't lose it now.'
'That's just it I can't stand to lose anyone Eve… what if I lose him?' Her tears come full force, a constant stream down her cheeks.
'I know, I really know C but we can't think like that; all those other times that's all I could ever think but now its worse because we have everything to lose but we can't give up.'
'Who would of thought it, after everything we'd be fighting it again.'
'Nope not me, the jury is still out though.' Her laugh is weak but it starts me off with a giggle.
'Okay food.'
'Okay junk food.'
'We're so going to get fat.'
'At least we're harder to kidnap.' I say deadpan.
'God I love you Eve.' She laughs.
'No CB I love you more because you're the glue.'
'What?'
'You hold us together, always have since the moment your beaten up ass came through the door.'
'No I haven't; I cause the first lot of trouble.'
'No you didn't, we were already trouble- you gave us meaning; you gave Shane a reason to not be a jerk.'
'He wasn't anyway…'
'Yeah he was and Claire you made all the difference you saved us.'
'We saved each-other… more than I care to say.'
'Once more?'
'Lets hope its enough.'
That's all I can do, as I plaster on a smile and drag her down to the kitchen to raid the cupboards.
