Oh my gosh, its been so long since I last updated. I went on holiday to Tenerife then I had to catch up on school work and as well as a few personal/mental health problems, I just haven't been that interested in writing. Worry not, my friends, because I will be updating regularly from now :) Btw, I can't remember if Bishop's book was destroyed at the end of bite club or not, so let's just say it wasn't.

"It's no use," I sighed, kicking a book out of the way. Myrnin and I had been searching through all of the Morganville history books, as well as personal files and family trees, but we hadn't found anything about the Danvers yet.

I had been getting closer and closer to the edge. I could almost feel myself going darker with each passing day. It was terrifying, I was turning into the things that I feared the most.

"We've only gone through half of these books, Claire, have patient. We will find something about your family in due time," Myrnin said, not lifting his head from the boo he was reading. I'd been staying with him in the lab for the last 7 weeks and we were really starting to get on each other's nerves. Myrnin lifted an arm and waved it around, gesturing to a box in the corner of the room that we hadn't opened yet. I straightened my back and sighed.

I head back out into the kitchen and grabbed a pocket knife and a blood bag. I drained the bag quickly, leaning against the counter. It felt like a sea of calmness washing over me as I scrunched up the bag and threw it into the bin. We'd been keeping a record of how blood lust affected me. So far, we'd realised that blood lust comes to me weird. Other vampires, it starts gradually and builds up until they drink. For me, it's two extremes: I'm either not thirsty at all, or thirsty enough to kill.

I clenched the knife within my fists and headed back into the main lab area. I leant down and easily made a slit in the top of the box. I peered inside and took a stack of books out, flicking through them easily, not really paying much attention Then something caught my eye. It was a brown leather journal with gold writing. It was heavy and quite thick and as I lifted it, a few pages scattered around, having fallen out. I quickly gathered them up and turned the book around so I could see the front cover.

A smile came to my face and I felt a sense of relief come over me. 'Danvers Family Line', the book read. Finally! We were getting somewhere. This could be it. This could be the thing that makes everything normal and gives me my life back!

"Myrnin," I gasp and he spins on his heels quickly, snatching the book from me and turning it over in his hands. He takes a deep breath before looking up at me and smiling. It one of those smiles that lights the room and makes your heart flutter. I cant help but smile back.

"We found it," he whispers softly. Then he frowns slightly and I know he must be thinking about what the consequences of the book would be? Myrnin and I had been through a lot together. Would I stay by his side or go back to my friends? My heart broke when I realised that I didn't really know the answer myself. Or if I did, I wasn't going to admit it.

He shook his head slightly and slumped down on the chair, opening the book to the first page. I knelt down behind him, propping my head up on his shoulder. At first he was stiff, cold to the touch, but he eventually relaxed and welcomed it. He flicked slowly through the book, taking it page by page, generations of my family tree passing by with each second.

It was amazing to read about my family. We'd originally been British but we'd moved over when America was first discovered. At first we'd mainly stayed close to the Appalachians, but as the generations passed, we'd migrated to Texas. There were a few sketches of the older generations, and photos of the younger ones. My great-grandparents were there too, I'd never gotten the chance to meet them but they seemed pretty cool. Then it wrote about my grandparents, then my parents, then...

Nothing. My page wasn't there. It'd hadn't been ripped out, it just didn't exist. The book ended at my parent's marriage, before I'd even been born. I sigh loudly and stood up, putting my head in my hands.

"Is there something we've missed?" I asked Myrnin, but I knew that he wouldn't the answer, "Have we skipped something important?"

He shook his head, threw the back aside and stood up to join me. He looked at me cautiously for a few seconds then pulled me into his chest. This time, it was me who tensed, but eventually I gave up and let his safety over take me.

"This was supposed to give me answers," I wailed almost incoherently into his chest, "All it did was give me false hope,"

"I know. We'll get there, though. Calm yourself," His words, although cliche, gave me comfort. I took a deep breath and nodded at him, wiping my eyes.

"Yeah, you're right. There's got to be something," I knelt down to the box besides me, "Lets keep looking. You can carry on with the 'D' box,"

I buried myself into finding the answers. It was harder now because at least earlier, we'd had to find one certain book. Now that the book failed us, we have to keep looking, even though we have no idea what we're actually looking for. Myrnin was working hard too, reading each book twice as fast as I could.

It made me wonder... Now that I had forever, what would I do with it? If I kept learning forever, like Myrnin, could I one day be as clever as him? Or would I just end up lonely? Time is a finicky thing. We always need more, but when we have endless amounts, we have no idea what we should do with it.

I heard Myrnin give a grunt from across the room. I flashed over to him to find him turning a book over in his hands. It was pretty small in height but was very thick, about the same size as a pocket bible. The cover was dark with some kind of pattern on the front. Even with my heightened vision, I couldn't make it out. Then Myrnin blew a layer of dust away from the top and I finally saw what it was: Bishop's book.

Why was Bishop's book important? It'd served it's purpose now that Bishop's disease had been cured, hadn't it? Myrnin handed it to me and I flicked through it. For a second, I couldn't work out why it was blank then I remembered that I as a vampire now, which meant that I couldn't read it.

"I can't read this," I said, looking up at Myrnin curiously, "Why are you giving it to me?"

"Claire. I need to ask you something," He sighed and I nodded, pushing him on, "Is there any way you were adopted?"