Thank you to those that have read and replied! I don't own the characters nor do I claim the rights to the chapter titles. The chapter title is another Marilyn Manson song! I find that he's a great inspiration to me.

I'm sure I sat there looking completely dumbfounded. I'm not exactly sure that my brain comprehended correctly what Amelie just said. I was going to have her to repeat herself but Claire took over.

"What? Are you serious? You can't keep Eve from Michael! Plus that's her home!"

Amelie gave her an ice cold stare. "I can do whatever I chose." She turned to face me. "You have exactly two hours to gather your stuff and move out of the Glass House. Don't think I won't know if you take any longer."

My mind shut down. Normally I'd say something back, usually in the form of go to hell but I couldn't. I'm not sure I was still breathing. Claire stood up and approached my side. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Come on Eve. I'm sure your boss will understand."

"I'll take care of her boss." Amelie replied and Claire began taking me toward my car. When we reached my car, I just stood there. Claire put her hand on my shoulder.

"Do you need me to drive?"

I shook my head no. I unlocked the door, started the car, and took off toward home. I was on autopilot the entire way. I honestly don't remember the drive. I could have ran over someone I wouldn't have realized it. I'm sure Claire would have informed me if I had. She sat in complete silence the entire way home. Once I arrived at the Glass House, I was afraid to go inside.

"I can't do this Claire." I whispered. "I can't go in there and leave everything I love."

"We're going to find a way to fix this."

"Amelie doesn't take orders Claire. She gives them. I'm afraid she might hurt one of you if I don't do as she says."

"Or you."

I gave a half-hearted laugh. "She's already hurt me. Not much more she can possibly to do to make things worse." I took a deep breath and opened my car door. Shane was at the front door of the house waiting for us.

"What is this? Skipping school and work?" He smiled. "I expect this behavior from Eve, but Claire?"

"Now's not a good time." Claire warned as we approached him.

Shane took in her serious tone and my facial expression. He automatically went on his overprotective mode. "What happened? What's going on?"

"We'll talk about it inside." Claire walked in past him and I followed. I headed straight for the stairs. I'm sure Claire would fill Shane in. I didn't see Michael as I made my way to my room.

As I stepped inside my bedroom, tears began cascading down my cheeks. I went straight to my bed and sat down. I grabbed my pillow and clutched it to my chest. My entire body shook as my sobs became stronger. I felt arms wrap around me.

"Eve, I'm so sorry." Shane said. "You're seriously not going to let that bitch tear you away from your home are you?"

"What other choice do I have Shane?" I asked barely able to speak through the sobs.

"Well, you can just say no." Shane pulled away from me but reached for my hand. He took it and held it tightly.

"Saying no would be deadly, you and I both know that. You know I won't risk any of you getting hurt because of me."

"I think Michael should have a say in this. It's his house and you're his girlfriend."

I honestly wished he didn't mention Michael. I was trying so hard not to think about him.

"Have you seen him lately?" I asked.

"He stepped out earlier mentioning something he had to do. I'm not quite sure if he said when he was coming back." Shane released my hand and stood up. He ran his hands through his hair.

I nodded and stood up. "I need to pack. I was given a two hour deadline."

"Where will you go?"

"I." I stopped. I had no idea where I could go. Going home to my mother was not an option. "I don't know." I finally replied. I slowly walked to my closet and pulled out a black suitcase. It had skulls wearing bows on it. I began tossing all my clothes from my closet in the suitcase leaving the hangers still hanging.

"You need some help?" Claire asked stepping in my room.

"Yeah, you can take stuff out of my drawers. There's stuff in there I don't want Shane touching."

Shane laughed despite the situation. "You mean your underwear? Please, like I haven't seen women's panties Eve."

"Seeing is different than touching. Besides, I know all about your gothic undies."

"Shut up!" I appreciated that Shane was trying to help me feel better. All three of us worked together in silence until we were finished. I had ten minutes left before I was officially kicked out of my home. Michael was still a no show. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. I just know that it would be incredibly hard to leave if he was with us. Amelie announced her presence while we were downstairs eating some of Shane's chili. I wasn't hungry but I didn't know when I'd get to have this opportunity again.

"Are you packed?" Amelie asked me. I nodded and she widened her eyes. "Why are you still here?"

"She's eating." Shane answered for me. "She still has ten minutes before she has to leave. So for that time, we're still a family and we're having lunch together."

Amelie crossed her arms but didn't say anything further. We finished our meal and I put my dishes in the sink. I made my way to the living room to get my luggage. Shane and Claire followed me.

"I'm going to take this stuff to the car." I announced and I went to open the front door. It opened before I reached it and Michael stepped inside. My heart broke and tears began their journey down my cheeks.

"Eve?" Michael looked from me to my luggage and then back. "What's going on?"

"You don't know?" I cried. "I'm not allowed to live here anymore. Nor am I allowed to date a vampire."

"WHAT! Says who?" He yelled.

"That would be me Michael." Amelie came forward and glared at him. "You and Eve are breaking rules by dating. Vampires do not date humans. We drink their blood and they serve us."

"That's bullshit! Eve's not leaving my house!" Michael stepped forward and took my hand.

Amelie's face became cold as stone. Her eyes looked deadly and I knew she didn't like that Michael is arguing back. "She is and this is MY house! Don't ever forget that."

"I should go." I said knowing that if I didn't, Michael could get seriously hurt.

"No Eve!" Michael refused to release my hand. "You have no where to go."

"I'll be okay." I tried to sound brave.

Michael shook his head. He took my face in his hands. "You're not Protected and you don't have a home. They'll kill you."

Amelie grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Michael's touch.

"I'll kill her now!" Amelie's teeth grazed the top of my neck. I could feel my body shiver

"NO!" Michael shouted. "Please Amelie."

She realized me and threw me against him. Michael caught me in his arms and held me.

"Tell her good bye."

Michael pulled back and took my face again and kissed me. It was by far the most passionate kiss he's ever given me and I could feel the tears forming. I knew I'd never feel this again. I'd never have Michael's arms around me, his lips on mine, his soft voice whispering in my ears, and I would never have another night with him. Life literally sucked. Amelie cleared her throat indicating that our time together was finished. Michael reluctantly pulled away.

"I love you Eve."

"I love you too." I turned and Claire was in my embrace. She was crying hard. "It's okay CB. I'll see you at the coffee house."

"I'm going to miss you." She removed herself from me and tried to give me a smile.

"Same here. Take care of those guys for me." I nodded in their direction.

Shane rolled his eyes and then wrapped me in a hug. "I promise I'll get you back here." He whispered quietly in my ear.

"Don't be a stranger." I said. "I know you can make your way to TPU."

"Yeah." He pulled away and kissed my cheek. "Take care of yourself."

"Always." I reached down and picked up my luggage. I turned to Amelie. "You haven't won and you haven't gotten rid of me."

"We shall see." She simply replied. I gave my friends one last smile and stepped outside. I refused to look back at the house. I had to be strong and brave. Amelie would not have the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I put my luggage in my car and took off. I got about three miles down the road and had to pull over. I gave myself over to my depression.