Woah was away longer that expected … finished Franklin: my paramore fanfic so if you like the band go check it out (: gonna put an alt ending up as well so look out for that. Oh and finally read nearly the whole series! On Kiss Of Death ;)! So anyway who is at the door: lets find out :D!
Everyone turned to the door. Michael stood up so fast Claire almost missed it. Shane put himself in front of her, to protect her. What was going on?
"Who is it?" she asked. No one answered
Michael went to answer it, but Eve beat him to it. Michael tried to pull her back, but she was to fast and slithered from his grip. She skipped up to him, in all her Doc-Marten glory.
"Oliver!" Who?
"Who is Oliver?" Claire asked Shane.
"Eve's boss at common grounds. He's kinda a hippie-dippy. Y'know tie dyes, long hair, peace man? Now be quiet."
"Okay." and she cowered behind him as they listened to what was happening in the hall.
"Eve," a man's voice said, must have been Oliver's. "I have some news. You know Emily?"Claire and Shane peaked round the wall into the hall, barely visible. Michael stayed where he was.
"Um, Emily - with the red hair?" Oliver nodded. "Yeah she takes the shift after me. How, what happened?"
Claire could see what Shane meant by hippie-dippy. Oliver wore a purple, green and blue tie dye top, teamed with a frayed brown waistcoat and baggy blue jeans with holes worn in the knees. He wore sandals and had a peace sign earring in one ear. His grey hair was tied back into a low ponytail.
"She was found dead an hour ago."
Eve's face fell. "What?" Her already big eyes grew larger and filled with tears. "What, what happened to her?" Oliver looked at her. "Went out after dark?" He nodded. Claire knew what that meant. She'd got fanged and it hadn't ended so well. "Aw man, that is bull!" She said, wiping her tears away.
"It's okay," Oliver said and patted her back. "Better be getting back to the shop, you know how busy it gets this time of night." Eve smiled and nodded. Oliver left.
"Wow, what a mood killer." Eve said as she turned back to them. Claire and Shane straightened up, as if they weren't eavesdropping. Claire ran to hug her. "I've known her since kindergarten. We were planning her party for the last few months. It was her 19th birthday next week. Well, we live in Morganville. Plans change." She seemed to get over it a little quick, but Claire guessed that different people got over things differently, and Eve was certainly different. Eve stormed up the stairs and slammed her door. A few seconds later, Tears Don't Fall by Bullet For My Valentine started blasting from her room.
"Wow." Claire sighed. She turned to see Michael playing his guitar, but it was as if he was distracted. Shane had set up the Xbox and was playing Call of Duty or something that heavily had killing and shooting, with a few zombies in it. Well that was Shane. Everything had kinda went back to normal, it was strange. But Claire decided she shouldn't ask questions. She had a lot of studying to do, and she had to call her parents and tell her she wasn't staying in Howard Hall anymore.
She hitched her backpack over her shoulder and headed upstairs. In her room she lay on her bed and got all her books out. So many books, and for once, Claire didn't want to study. She sat there, staring at the ceiling. "Time to call Mom and Dad." She said to herself. And with a sigh she heaved herself from the bed.
She chapped on Eve's door, surprised she could hear Eve call back over the music. And even more surprised Eve had heard her. When she entered Eve's room, it was all black and red. Super gothic. And she realised the music had changed to Bring Me The Horizon. Eve was sitting on her bed, going through old photo albums, and Claire could see most of the pictures had been vandalised, probably Eve's mom and dad, and probably by Eve. Eve looked up, looking as normal as a Goth girl could.
"Could I borrow your cell?"
"Yeah, sure. Why, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Need to tell the parents I'm not rooming at Howard Hall with Monica and her lipgloss mafia anymore." Eve smiled, and Claire smiled in return, glad she'd made her happier. As Eve handed over the cell, covered in little glitter skulls and a skull charm, the music changed to Justin Bieber. Claire looked at Eve, eyes wide. She was most definitely not a fan.
"Uh, sorry. Guilty pleasure." Eve said as she blushed through her rice powder makeup. It made Claire laugh and soon enough, the started singing Baby at the top of their lungs, completely off tune, but having the time of their lives. It was infectious. But soon enough, Shane burst through the door with a stake in his hand.
"Jesus, guys. I though you were being fanged! Don't ever sing again, no offence, but you guys suck. I don't think either of you could be the next Hayley Williams or Ke$ha." He smiled a goofy smile. Wow, Claire thought. She'd never really though of a boy that way before, she was surprised at herself.
"Oh, be quiet Mr I Sing And Dance To Madonna In The Mirror With A Hairbrush." Shane stopped and gave Eve the same wide-eyed look Claire had given her a few moments ago. Shocked. "Oh, yeah Collins, got it on tape." And she held up a DVD marked 'Shane's Embarrassing Video', Claire couldn't help but laugh.
"No." Shane sighed, eyes still wide.
"Well," Claire said, making her way to the door. "I better leave before you two kill each other. Thanks for lending me your cell, Eve. And Shane, it can't be that bad." And she left to hear Shane saying, "It is Claire, it really is."
She shut her door and flopped on the bed. She dialled in the number to her old house, the one where her parents lived.
Mom answered on the third ring.
"Hello, Danvers residence."
"Hey, Mom. It's Claire."
"Oh, hey Claire. Who's phone are you using, and where is yours?"
"Oh, um. I'm using Eve's, she's my new friend-" "Aw, Claire. You made a friend. I hope she isn't a bad influence on you. Remember to study. I have seen what those collage parties are like. Are you being safe?"
"MOM! No, Eve is my new roomie. I, er. I had to move out of Howard Hall, and find somewhere else. These girls were seriously getting to me. They stole my phone and my iPod and things. I moved into a house outside of campus. I'm renting a room here. It's nice."
"Oh, Claire. Why didn't you tell me. About the dorm thing."
"It didn't matter." That was a lie, Claire wasn't good at lying.
"Yes it does, sweetie. So anyway, what is this house. Who are you rooming with?" Crap.
"Oh, it's called The Glass House. It's owned by Michael and his fami-"
"A boy! Claire, what did I tell you. How many boys are there?"
"Just Michael, he is an adult mom! He's eighteen!"
"Claire, he is still a teenager!" "Mom, it's his Mom and Dad's house but they moved away. He stayed. Shane lives here too but he doesn't really bother anyone." Another lie. Shane liked everyone in the house, everyone liked Shane. "And then there's Eve, mom. She's really super nice and is a great friend."
"Claire, I don't care if the boys aren't like normal teenagers, all though and ready for anything. Your too young to be living with teenage boys, never mind that there is another girl."
"Mom, I'm not too young. I'm sixteen! Nearly seventeen!"
"Claire, I don't care. No daughter of mine is going to living in a house with teenage boys. Your father and I are coming for a visit." "NO MOM!"
"Goodbye Claire." Shit.
Claire walked back into the hall where the Eve/Shane argument continued. Michael walked out the bathroom. When they saw her, they all stopped and looked at her.
"What is it Claire?" Shane said.
"It's my parents. Their coming for a visit."
Did you like it? Review at will my friends please! I think this is the longest Trail of Blood chapter I have written, oh well. You deserve it, I was away for way way too long. And a shoutout to mon copain Twilight SagaGeek who is spending her summer in C'est La France! That probably dint make sense but it sounded cool :D! Missing you, not seen you in a year baby! Best vampire family always 3 anyway thanks for being great readers of this story! Au revoir mon ami 3!