AN - TADA! Chapter two is here! Thanks for the reviews I got; they were quite helpful and also really good for my first proper fanfic. Enjoy Chapter two! :)
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The first thing she saw was someone wearing a blue hoodie reaching into the fridge, who froze as the light flashed on. 'Michael?' Claire asked, and as her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw she was right. But then she noticed Michael's eyes. They were a vibrant red, and he was staring at her like she was fast food. Then she realised what he was holding; a blood bag. She swiftly turned her back to him and waited for the all clear. She was fine with Michael being a vampire, but just thinking about him drinking blood made her queasy. Michael bit viciously into the bag and drank it in record time, and as he wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes turned back to normal.
'Claire?' Michael said with a slightly worried voice. 'Sorry about that. I didn't hurt you did I?' This was one of the things Claire liked about Michael. He was kinda cute when he was embarrassed and worried. Claire turned back round to face a refreshed Michael.
'I'm fine; I couldn't really sleep so I came down for some coffee.'
'Coffee keeps you up genius!' Michael laughed and poked her forehead. 'It won't help you sleep.'
'Well I thought if I couldn't sleep, I might as well stay up' Claire smiled.
'Fair enough then, I'll have some too, seems you offered' Michael grinned and proudly walked off to sit on the couch. Claire stood with a shocked expression for a few moments, then turned to boil the kettle. Boys, she thought, and laughed to herself.
As she walked into the living room, Claire was welcomed by the quiet voices on the TV. Claire guessed that he didn't really want to wake up Shane and Eve with the night long chain of Scrubs reruns. Claire handed Michael his cup of coffee, and sat down next to him watching the TV. After about half an hour of trying to keep their laughs quiet, they decided that it wasn't really working out, so Claire got up and switched off the TV. Claire walked over to the window as Michael reached out for his guitar which was resting on the wall nearby, and started strumming it softly.