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So here it goes... Who will win, The Kissing Game?
Shane's POV
"NO!" I screamed like a fat kid missing the ice cream truck. Claire was leaning in to kiss Amelie and damn, it looked like Amelie was going to let her! I couldn't lose, I just couldn't! I had to find a way to kiss Myrnin and fast.
Looking about gave me no clear way on how this was going to work out well so I went in with my natural instinct and simply launched myself at an unsuspecting Myrnin who was busy watching Claire. Sicko.
It kinda happened in slow motion, like in the funny movies where someone drops something that very important and very breakable and that one guy dives for it and the whole things goes super slow-mo and you hear that "NO!" in a really weird, low pitch. It was like that. But real. Because um well, life is real. Yeah that's it.
I dove for Myrnin, literally jumped at him, aiming for his stupid, grinning, yet somehow undeniably adorable face and wrapped my arms around his neck.
The poor guy didn't even have time to react with his sneaky vamp reflexes.
I didn't even pause as I collided into him, sending the couch sliding back across the floor and no doubt leaving behind gouges that Amelie was gonna get her panties all twisted up about, and pressed my lips against his.
Claire's POV
I saw Shane move in my peripheral vision, really fast, at Myrnin who never had a chance of escaping him.
NO! My thoughts were whirling! I couldn't lose, not now! Not after I was soooo close! And geez, Amelie probably wasn't going to fall for the same pick-up lines a second time, I mean she wasn't that gullible and desperate after poor Sammy. Well maybe, but I was never a huge risk taker. Or maybe I was, but still.
Firmly closing my eyes shut now, focused solely on my current goal of reaching Amelie's lips before Shane could reach Myrnin's, I tried to close the gap as soon as possible. Lips puckered, check. Hands around her face preventing escape, check. Eyes closed, check. I was good to go.
Moving faster than I ever had before, my lips found Amelie's with a strange burst that reminded me of getting blasted with super freezing AC after being outside in the hot, hot desert all day.
Shane's POV
My lips crushed against Myrnin's with a force that surely would have broken some teeth had he not been pulling back from me with all his might. He was squirming and writhing about with all his strength, twisting like a snake, but I held tight. He actually wasn't that bad of a kisser. No, he was good! I could see why Claire was kinda into him. Maybe it was just the hair. Damn that man had great hair.
Myrnin's POV
NO NO NO NO NONONONONONONONONON NO! EWWWW! NO! EW EWWW EWW EW EW EW EWWW EWWWWW! NO! BAD SHANE! BAD BOY! DOWN! BACK DEMON CHILD, BACK! EW!
Amelie's POV
Damn, Claire is so hot, like ohmygod, surface of the sun hot! I can't even believe that I'm kissing her, ohmygod this is so amazing! Wow, and just wow! She's such a good kisser! I wonder what she thinks of me. Does she think I'm hot? Ohmygod she like totally has too, cuz I'm wayy hot! Like almost as hot as her! I'm KISSING THE HOTTEST GIRL IN TOWN! OHMYGOD! I'm soooo fucking wet right now!
Claire's POV
I smiled against Amelie's lips in a probably lopsided action as I was pretty damn wasted and wasn't quite sure which muscles were supposed to do what. I WON! And that's really all that mattered. So what, had I lost all my dignity and logic and all that blah, blah, blah stuff that parents talk about, I FUCKING WON! And winning is all that is important.
Sure, that Shane was done with his failed business of stealing my kiss with Myrnin, I attempted to untangle myself from Amelie who was suddenly on top of me and suddenly not letting go. Shit.
I shoved her back roughly, or, er, attempted to but her stupid vamp strength got in the way and stopped me from my successful derangement. I started panicking as I was really going to need some air real soon and Amelie was all go, go, go.
"Amelie stop!" I managed to get out at a barely audible length. She pulled back for a moment and laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder and giggling like a teenager.
"Ohmygod Claire! You are such an amazing kisser! I like, wow, I think I totally like you!" she practically screamed, a huge grin spreading across her face. Normally I would have freaked but my intoxicated mind only told me that I should probably keep kissing her. It was the nice thing to after all, since she was being well, all so... nice.
"I know," I giggled back, leaning towards her, but missing her lips and face-planting against the white couch. Whoops! Shaking, I stood up from the couch, retrieving the liquor bottle from its lovely perch on the end table and stumbled back to Amelie. "Time for some shots!" Amelie giggled some more and clapped her hands together like a child.
Shane's POV
Wow, oh wow! Did I mention how amazing Myrnin was! I totally got why Claire was into him! I mean his hair! God, those flowing black locks were absolutely fantastic and I busied myself with running my fingers through them, bringing the silky strands up and stroking them across my cheek. This moment could be a great moment like a real "moment" if Myrnin would just stop squirming about and focus on the kiss. He was probably just nervous that Claire might see that he was way more into me than into her. Poor boy. I really didn't even care who was winning, I just wanted to keep on kissing Myrnin forever and forever.
Myrnin's POV
GET OFF RIGHT THIS INSTANT YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WORM! EW, EW, EW, EWWWWWWWWWW!
Third Person POV
Downstairs in the kitchen, Michael and Eve had been up getting a midnight snack when they heard the commotion upstairs and the sound of something heavy falling over. Michael began to dart off to the rescue, but Eve pulled him back, whispering furiously, "Whoever the hell that is, is more than one person. Michael, you can't take on ten vampires at once. Call Amelie."
Michael glared at her for a brief moment before nodding his head in consent and pulling out a silver cell to perform the call. After getting Amelie's voicemail several times, Michael gave up and tried Oliver who answered on the second ring.
"I'm busy right now, boy," came Oliver's rough voice. He sounded worried somehow.
"Oliver, several people, vampire,s are up in the attic and are causing one hell of a ruckus! What the hell is going on and where is Amelie?" Michael yelled at Oliver. A growl came through the other line.
"Wait. I'll be there." And with no further goodbyes Oliver hung up. Moments later they felt the cosmic pull of a portal being opened and Oliver, dressed in all black leathers strode into the room, eyes glaring. He motioned to Michael to follow and started for the stairs.
What the three of them saw as they entered to secret room would quite possibly scar them forever and ever and ever and would most definitely change their lives. The three got a very front row view of Amelie and Claire on the couch doing things that poor naive Michael had not even conceived possible. Behind them was the still struggling form of Myrnin who was currently being raped by a rather enthusiastic Shane.
Eve fainted.
Michael forgot to be a proper vampire gentleman and didn't catch her.
Oliver became quite suddenly and quite violently depressed because Amelie and Myrnin had once again left him out of their uber cool plans. He was especially mad that they always left him out of all the really good ones, like this one. He began to cry and bash his fists against the wall.
The fully intoxicated and/or being-held-without-their-consent couples never noticed his entrance.
Michael feeling sorry for Oliver, because he too was always left out of the plans, went to console him, placing a friendly hand on Oliver's shoulder. This completely innocent gesture gave smelly Oliver a very twisted idea. He sure as hell wasn't going to be left out of the fun again.
Oliver turned on Michael, tripping him and forcing him to the ground. Michael had just enough time to realize what was happening before Oliver crushed his lips against Michael's. He squealed a little bit with joy.
Michael put up resistance at first, but realized that he really wanted to be a part of this super exclusive, super elite vampire group and let Oliver have his way with him.
Several hours later Eve woke to find them all still going at it and ran from the room with tears in her eyes to go cry in a corner. She really hated being left out.
And this is the story of why Claire never, ever got drunk again.
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