Morganville Fanfiction
We Want Her Dead.
Chapter 2
Claires POV
Finally Ive finished my last lesson of the day, biochem. All I had to do was a small test, then I was aloud to go home. And it only took me 10 minutes to finish it while everybody else was still on like the second page! I actually cannot wait to go home! To have a nice chilled out evening on the sofa watching films cuddled up with Shane. Or watching Shane kill some zombie ass. Yeah, thats the typical night in the Glass House, but thats the way I like it..because everybody is happy.
It wasnt dark, so I decided to walk home, it was a nice day anyway..so I may as well enjoy it. I didnt want to ring Michael, Shane or Eve to come pick me up because Shane is probably still asleep, knowing him and Michael and Eve are either at work or doing some funny business that I dont exactly want to get involved in..
As I turned the corner of Lott Street I could see the faint glow of the Glass House. All the lights were on. Apart from mine. Which is typical. I think I was the only person in the Glass House to actually turn the light of when I was finshed. Does nobody care about the electricity bill around here? Well I do. Seen as thought I'm paying part of it!
I opened the gate to the Glass House and try to find my keys in my pocket. As I pull them out I realise I can't hear anything coming from inside of the house. Normally I can hear Shane cursing at the TV or Eve's high pitched giggling noices. But nothing. Maybe Shane was asleep and Michael and Eve were at work.
As I stepped into the house I could of sworn I heard mumbling coming from the kitchen..maybe it was just my imagination. I try shouting for them but I didnt get any answer. Unusual. I'll try the kitchen.
I open the door to the kitchen wondering if Shane is making his Chilli. No. Couldnt be. I would have smelt it when I was halfway up the path.
'Hey guys are you in-' I was cut of.
Why are Michael Eve and Shane tied to chairs with gags in their mouths? I just stared at them for a minute. Not knowing what to do. Then I saw it. I was at the end of the gun. The bad end. The end nobody ever wants to be at. Ever. I couldnt hear anything. At all. Apart from two loud bangs.
Blood. Thats it. Why was there blood? Then it hit me. He shot me. Twice! A hot burning pain started in my stomach and I could feel my heart trying with all its power to pump blood around my body. It wasnt working though. It just kept seeing out of the two large wholes in my stomach.
I looked helplessly at Michael. Who was crying. I tried to manage a 'help me' but it just came out a murmer. I looked at Eve who was crying a hell of a lot more than Michael was. Then Shane. Oh god. He had blood on his face. What did they do to him?! Im going to kill them! I wanted Shane..Shane..Eve..Michael..Sha...
Darkness.
Screaming.
Pain.
Peace.
Okay guys I know this chapter is a load of craaaap! But I needed your help!:( I dont know where to go from here! Do I let Claire die and let the rest of the story be about the Glass House grief? Does she survive and the rest of the story be about the struggles of how she got through it? Or does Amelie turn her into a vamp and the rest of the story be about what her life is like? Or any of your ideas? I would really apriciate it! If I can some reviews today about what I should do I will definatly be updating! And Im updating my other stories now so be sure to check them out :D Okay bye guyss love youu xxxxxxxxxxxxxx