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CPOV:
I was finally tired, and that in itself was hard. It had been three days with minimal sleep, and I was shattered. The dratted sheets had kept me awake, almost all night, and now I was finally feeling it.
"Claire?" Myrnin said, and I realised that I had just been staring at the bubbling blue file for ten solid minutes, not thinking. Well, that was productive.
"Sorry, I guess I just kinda zoned out…" I said, yawning slightly. He quirked an eyebrow and replied,
"Yes, you did, for-" he checked his pocket watch "-ten minutes and thirty-two seconds, of which I have valiantly been trying to snap you out of it, for four minutes."
"Sorry, I'm just," I yawned, "really tired…" I said, trying to keep a straight face as his cracked into a smirk.
"How tired?" he replied, before running of somewhere, he returned holding a vial of sleeping pills and a bottle of water,
"Tired, but not that tired." I replied, it wasn't I was adverse to taking sleeping pills, but they had obviously come from a cupboard, and the water, well I didn't really want to follow that thought through.
"Why ever not? I've been assured that they work very well." He replied, holding out the bottles.
"Because, I'm not sure they'd really work?"
"Nonsense, you distrust the cleanliness of the water, and the validity of the pills, correct?"
"Well…"
"I'll take that as an affirmative then, very well, I have another idea."He said, before running off to yet another part of the lab, I blinked dazedly and flopped onto a nearby lab stool, after haphazardly pushing the books off it.
"You are obviously not sleeping, because your bed is uncomfortable, correct?" He said, returning with a huge bundle of purple fabric in his hands.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Ask me not a question such as that, and I shalt not tell you a lie." He replied, seriously before grinning. "In any reality is the bond we share because I am your protector, I unfortunately can feel your tiredness and have been querying the problem in my spare time. I came to this conclusion." He said, before throwing the contents of his arms at me.
They hit me in the face, the soft smell of lavender radiating off them and hitting my nose. They were soft, really soft, and felt, really expensive.
"Silk sheets?" I asked, looking up from the dark colour to see his face smiling at me,
"Yes, many vampires find cotton, or any other fibres such as that irritating, and judging from you lack of sleep, I judged that you to may be facing the same problem, because of I. I felt it only right to find you some appropriate sheets." He replied, smiling before returning to his experiments. "Now, I daresay you should return to your peers, I shall see you in the morning, hopefully refreshed."
I turned to go to the portal and said, just as I stepped through,
"Thanks, Myrnin."
"You're welcome little one." He replied, smiling I closed the portal and shivered, the house was cold again. It was always cold now.
Ooo
"You don't own me Shane!" I shouted, fuming. How dare he demand I stop working for Myrnin?
"Isn't it enough for him to own you, but for you to work with him too? Can't you see why I'm worried?" Shane shouted back, throwing his hands around.
"He doesn't own me!" I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air too.
"He might as well do, he asks you to jump and you say how high? God, Claire, can't you see that he wants to control you?"
"No, Shane, no I can't."
"You see Claire, you blinded!" Shane cut in, prick.
"You didn't let me fucking finish! I can't see it, because it's a lie, he doesn't want to control me! You do!" I screamed, a few tears slipping out. I suddenly felt so angry, so angry I could just… do what? Something drastic, it looked as if he was feeling the same.
"I don't want to own you Claire, I want you to love me!" He shouted back, approaching me, he was red in the face, his voice loud and vicious.
"Well, you should have thought about that before you went and stabbed my boss!"
"you see Claire, that's all you care about, boss this, Myrnin that! I'm your fricking boyfriend, not him!" He shouted, pushing me up against the wall, he'd caught me of guard, and suddenly I didn't feel so strong, his face red and sweating near mine, a pulse throbbing in his temple. I felt weak, and he knew it.
"Not feeling so powerful now, are you? Please will you just listen, now?"
"No, Shane, you're just lying and being an idiot." I replied, looking him dead in the eye.
"Really Claire? Am I really being an idiot?" He asked, his voice a deadly quite.
"Yes, look at you! This isn't love! You fucking stabbed Myrnin and left him to die! That's murder Shane? How can I trust you?"
"Murder? They're already dead Claire!" He spat at me, his grip painfully tight on my shoulders.
"Shane let go." I said, staring at him dead in the eye.
"No, not ever, I will never let go of this, never."
Ooo
I could feel something, something happening inside the house, I was in my room, trying to shake of the sadness that was drowning me. My shoulders were bruised, and red, but I didn't care. It was the emotions, too much. Everything felt raw, open and bleeding. How could he be so…nasty? I laughed at myself, nasty, that was the best I could come up with? I sighed and stood from the chair and glanced at the bed. I'd finally made it minutes before but had been unable to rest in it, just yet.
Somehow, it felt wrong, to lie in a bed that the sheets were Myrnin's. God knew what he'd done with them, but they felt so soft, and nice. Sighing I undressed and redressed in my bed clothes, an overly large t-shirt and a pair of leggings- it was getting colder after all. Opening up the bed I snuggled in and felt instantly at peace, I had just enough time to realise that the lavender was actually a drug I'd inhaled before I fell asleep, a smile dazedly plastered on my features.
Ooo
"When did you get these then?" Came a distinctly masculine voice, loud and angry. Shane, it had to be. I sighed and opened my eyes, firstly wondering what on earth he was on about, and why he was in my room so early, 4am? He was never up this early.
"What?" I said groggily.
"When did you get these fancy sheets? Cotton not good enough for you?" He snarled, and I suddenly realised I was in the purple sheets, feeling more rested then I had in a while, and here he was ruining it.
"Who bought you them?"
"Did you get them recently, answer me Claire!" he whisper shouted, approaching the bed and angrily fisting the fabric in his hand.
"Shane, get out." I answered before rolling over and trying to feign sleepiness.
"What?" It was obviously not going to work.
"I was in the process of sleeping, and since it is 4:04am, and far too early for you to be up, I say that perhaps you should do the same." I replied, sitting up, somewhat badly.
"Well, so was I, until I needed a piss and heard you murmuring in your sleep, I thought I'd come in and talk to you, and there you were, in these fancy new sheets? Care to explain?" He asked, his bare chest glinting in the moonlight streaks from my window.
"I got new sheets, I am was sleeping, you decided to go for a wee, wanted to see me sleep, like some stalker, saw my new sheets and had a go at me. Is that alright?" I said, sarcasm obvious.
He spluttered before letting go of the sheets and stalking out the door, slamming it behind him.
Needless to say I didn't fall asleep again.
And who's bloody fault was that?
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