It's a filler chapter, sorry. The next chapter should be better though. Please review :)
"Amelie..." Myrnin mutters, before using his polite voice to address his old friend/sometimes boss "What is the reason for your visit?".
"I came to inform you that there will be a masquerade ball this Saturday," Amelie told him firmly, as usual, no emotion that could be devrived from her voice. Somehow, I knew this was a message to me. She was making it clear that even though she showed me mercy and kindness before, it's over and she's back to her normal, cold self.
"It is most likely that I will not be able to attend," Myrnin replied calmly before bringing a bit of light humour to his voice, "Given the situation with Claire, at least,"
Oh, yes. The whole vampire/control thing. Damnit, I love masquerade balls, and I could see my friends and convince them that I'm okay which will get them off our backs, for a while at least. Maybe if I ask really nicely and be al convincing, they might let me go. Besides, it'd be perfect practice for future. After all, how do we know if I can control myself around humans if I'm never around them.
"I'm getting better though, I swear," I smile innocently at the founder, "Myrnin's been doing such a good job teaching me," I give him a cheeky grin as I watch him open his mouth and close it again, gaping like a fish. I have him trapped. He can't say that I'm not getting better because that would mean two things: A) he lied to me, and B) he's not doing his job propery and I don't think he feels like being in trouble with Amelie today.
The blonde vampire turns to Myrnin and raises her eyebrows at him, "Is that true? She is getting better?"
"Slowly but surely, Ma'am," He confirms, putting a subtle growl onto the 'slowly' part.
"Well, it's sorted then. The pair of you can attend," Amelie smiles genuinally, she really likes parties, I've noticed. She gives Myrnin a dirty look that confuses me, before adding, "Together"
I sigh inwardly. Going to a ball? Awesome! Going with Myrnin? No, not so much. Damnit, I wanted to talk to my boyfriend and best friends in peace, but that wouldn't happen now. After a few moments of sulking, I decide to cheer up. I may be going with one of the most annoying people on earth, but at least I'm going.
I can't help but wonder why Amelie basically set me up with my boss. My vampire boss. She doesn't know about our kiss and our awkward relationship. Well, at least, I don't think she does. She spins and leaves the room dramatically. Myrnin was still shooting her daggers, but it's nothing compared to angry look he gives me when she's left.
"Claire! You can't go to that ball!" He exlaims as soon as the portal is empty.
"Why not?" I ask, feigning innocence. He stares at me for a few seconds, as if the answer is obvious, which it is. I raise my eyebrows at him with what I hope is a blank expression.
"Your supposed to go with somebody you love, Claire," He tells me, solemn and angry. He slams the stack of papers in his hands onto the desk and storms away to his bedroom. I feel a pang of guilt. He's right. I played with his emotions to get what I wanted from Amelie. I lay down on the sofa and take deep breaths that fail to do anything oher that comfort me. I have to figure this out.
He loves me, I knew that already. But he really, honestly loves me. Do I return those feelings? My brain screams no but my body and chest aches with the truth; I honestly do like him back. But what about Shane? I love him too! But I don't know if I'm in love with Shane anymore. I can't make a decision about who I love and what to do until I've seen Shane again. I can't make any moves with Myrnin until Shane and I are definitly over anyway. Stop thinking, Claire, I scold myself before I shake away all thoughts and let my mind go blank. I have to avoid them both. Shane and Myrnin. Atleast until I figure out how I feel, it's unfair to lead them on.
I poured myself into learning how to control the hunger. I still made no progress, but I had to try and convince Myrnin that I could be trusted to go to the masquerade ball. It was obvious that I was failing at this whole controlling thing, but neither of us would truly admit it.