Another update, in a writey mood today =)! Got my iTunes going, blasting my summer play list and im typing away. Just tanned stewie being tanned stewie. Limeade =)! Yum! Anyhoose, still in England til tomorrow (Saturday) so I shall have more time to write, as where im on holiday you have to pay a fiver (£5!) for internet for the day, ohemmgee:O! so yeah, got it today and I shall probably update my dear dead diary (=! I hurt my shoulder when I fell of my skateboard ): …

~I'mAColdOne.

Claire had a week left in the Glass House. Her parents were coming back for her on the Saturday evening. She didn't want to leave, she finally belonged somewhere. Here. With Eve, Michael and Shane. But things couldn't last. During her last week she had to file in her resignation documents to the school, pack and forget ever coming here. Well there goes two months of my life I'll never get back, she thought. In a way, it could be good, she thought. Never remembering, instead of wounds never healed. But she would forget her first best friend, Eve. And her 'big brothers' Michael and Shane.

Speaking of Shane, he was acting differently around her, always leaving when she came into the room. Giving her funny looks, not being Shane.

She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. When she could hear footsteps and whispers coming from above her room. Quietly she got out of bed and went to chap on Eve's door. No one answered. Must have fell asleep with her earphones in again, she thought. And that was when Shane came out his room. She heard him whisper a silent, "shit." and turn around, his back to her.

"Yo, Shane." She said, taking a step forward.

"What." He said sourly.

"Er," okay … "I heard footsteps and whispering coming from the … er, must have been the attic." Shane turned round. Whatever was bothering him about her before was gone, he looked worried. Protective.

"What." He said, taking a huge step forward and putting both his hands on her shoulders. "Mike!" He called and Michael galloped up the stairs. "Michael, Claire says she heard footsteps and whispers coming from the room." What room. Michael turned to her and she nodded, confirming Shane's analysis.

"Well, lets check it out." Michael said and turned to a painting hanging on the wall. He pulled it aside and pushed a button. Across the hall, the wall opened up, revealing a door, well hidden before, and steps leading up to the attic. They heard furious whispers and more footsteps. Shane darted back to his room and brought back three stakes and a cross. He handed then out and stuffed the cross and his stake in his pocket.

Michael dashed up the stairs, Shane following, with Claire racing after them. Wow, they were fast. That's what I get for not taking track in high school, she thought. Upstairs was dark. Until Michael turned on the light, that it. And standing in front of them were two people. Pale and cold.

Vampires.

Claire gasped, as the lunged for Michael and Shane. Shane tossed her the cross and she caught it with floppy hands, feeling dizzy. Shane was wrestling a girl vampire, she had bond hair and was wearing a pink t-shirt with denim shorts. It didn't look right on a vampire. Too normal. She was kicking and screaming and Shane was getting right in there; slapping, punching, breaking. He pulled the stake from his pocket and the look on her face was priceless. She stopped moving and her eyes widened. A little gasp of shock escaped from her lips before he plunged the wooden stake into her heart. Her body lay there, limp and lifeless. Her eyes closed.

"She's not dead, Claire. Not for long though. Keep that stake in there long enough and she will be. She's not that old, about eighty years old. She'll be gone in about ten minutes." He said it, knowingly. Like this was just another day in the life of Shane Collins. Michael's vamp backed off, arms up. Surrendering.

"What are you doing here!" Michael screamed. He had a cut on his face, it was slowly trickling down his face.

"He wants her." Said the vampire, pointing a shaky finger at her, at Claire. Shane moved to her side.

"No way in hell." He said next to her.

"Why, who as a matter of fact?" Michael said, just as calmly.

"Master. Master wants her."

"Who the fuck is master?" Shane roared.

"Master Fraser."

"Who the fuck is that?"

"None of your business." The vampire was getting comfortable, relaxed. Tricking it's prey. A shiver rolled through Claire, Shane put his arm over her shoulders.

"Well if it includes me, it is." Claire said. She hadn't realised until after she spoke, that it was a mistake. The vampire's eyes tightened, glowing red. Whoops.

He lunged for Claire, Shane stepping in front of her, Michael going after him. And with a stake to the back he was down. It was poking out of his chest, and with no gasp, shock or comedic look down, he just went. There and then. And then it hit her. There were two dead vampires, in a secret room in the Glass House.

After Michael had set up the barbeque, toasty vampires. They headed back upstairs, it was only about three am. When they got to the top of the stairs, another shock was in place.

Eve was standing in her doorway, no makeup on, and in a huge fluffy black dressing gown. She had her black and red iPod in her hand. Earphones swinging dangerously. She didn't look too happy.

"I heard a book falling off of something! You know how light a sleeper I am!" Claire wanted to blurt out, I was chapping on your door loud as hell for ages! You didn't answer! But she decided it would help no one.

"We were kicking some vampire ass, just burnt them on the barbeque, dude!" Shane said back, as shocked as Claire was.

"WHY DID NO ONE WAKE ME!" Eve shouted. Everyone sighed and went to bed. Eve stood there, whispering to herself.

Claire lay on her bed again, staring at the ceiling. Just as she was drifting off, a cold, shimmery ripple ran through her. She opened her eyes, fully aware. Someone, something was here. Claire sat bolt upright and turned the bedside lamp on. And at the foot of her bed, there was someone. Someone, with a knife.

Claire screamed.

But the person ran over to her and stabbed her in the chest. She gasped for air, and saw Shane, Eve and Michael come running in.

But then Claire blacked out.

DUNDUNDUNNN! Updates soon, as I said im in a writey mood ;D please review. Thanks (; xxx