Disclaimer: I don't own Morganville Vampires or its inhabitants Rachel Caine does, I just play with it.

Chapter 3

The Arrival.

At the dorms Claire found her stuff scattered across the floors with lip stick written on the mirror.

'Where's all your shit babe?'

Claire signed. Monica.

She looked around tiny room with 4 beds, all her stuff was...every where. On other people's beds and hanging on the curtain polls, ripped.

Looks like I'm due for a shopping trip, Claire thought then started rummaging through her drawers for stuff that she could save.

Four pairs of underwear.

Two bras.

Skinny jeans and two vest tops and three inked t-shirts, one with drake printed on it, one with Lil Wayne and one with Asap rocky.

Claire also found her 'come des fuck down' hat. Well that will have to do she thought.

She grabbed one of her back packs and slipped the clothes in their then called a taxi.

"That would be $20." The taxi driver looked Claire up and down, licking his lips, "And if you're not in a rush maybe I could take you somewhere, show you a good time."

Claire was literally sick in her mouth, "sorry, but I'm underage and in a rush you fucking paedophile." She walked away without even paying and the taxi driver drove off swearing.

Once Claire got to the front porch she slid down to the ground head in her hands, she was exhausted. She'd only been at TPU for 2 days, 2 days and already she'd got on someone's shit list, someone who obviously had a lot of power.

Claire could have ignored Monica and walked straight past a beaten up Rachel but it wasn't in her nature to sit and watch stuff that was wrong. The scary thing is though when Claire was fighting Monica, It felt like 'de Ju vu' like Claire had done the same thing before.

"Are you okay?" someone touched Claires shoulder.

Claire turned jumping and bringing out her fists "What the hell, are you fucking mad." She was panting.

"Oh my God I am so sorry; I didn't mean to scare you." The girl said frantically and Claire really took a good look at her, she must be the Goth girl that lives here.

Claire put down her fists, "No I'm sorry for probably making you think I was going to slaughter you-its instinct." The two girls laughed, "Anyway I'm here about the room?"

"Oh yeah of course, Your not just some beaten up hobo girl waiting for Shane or something." Claire raised an eyebrow while The Goth girl put the keys in the door. "By the way I'm Eve."

The door open and Claire was hit with the strong smell of garlic and chilli. She was stuck in awe it looked so nice and homely.

"Yo. Anyone alive here?!" Eve shouted clonking through the house. "Shane I can smell your chilli cooking." She went further into the house then turned into what Claire thought was the living room, Claire followed.

A tall (hot) boy with dark hair padded through some doors bare footed, he froze and looked at Claire, "Nice shiner, hurts?"

"Fuck no, dealt with more shit then this; the girl on the other hand is probably fucked and isolated for a few days."

Shane laughed, "fighter huh?"

"Put it this way-no guys going to look at the bitch for a few weeks." Claire sat down on the couch and Shane sat opposite."

"By the way I'm Shane." He smiled.

Claire laughed, "I guessed that from Eve shouting your name. Claire." They nodded at each other.

"Want some Chilli?" Shane asked standing up.

Claire nodded. "Er. Yeah, please."

"So, Claire you still have to talk to Michael the owner of the house; he may come across hard at first but really he's a cup cake coated in sugar."

Shane came back and handed Claire a bowl and a can of coke then sat down him self with some chilli and coke.

"Where's mine Bitch?" Eve looked at Shane with mock-fake pout.

Shane shrugged. "Get It yourself. you're not injured like Claire here."

Eve flipped him off then walked in the kitchen to retrieve her food.

"So, why'd you get in the fight? If you're a 'rebel' or anything we can't take you in, one bad ass is enough in this house." Shane said with seriousness.

Claire put down her food, "I didn't willingly walk in to the university with my fists out saying 'hey dickheads here I am 'come des fuck down', I was sticking up for a girl who corrected a bully, so the bully and her followers started punching and shit, so I had to step in."

Everyone carried on eating for a few minuets in silence.

"I'm going to have a shower, get ready for my date."

Eve put down her bowl on the coffee table, "Again? You fucking man whore, this is like the fourth time this week."

"Bite me Goth girl."

The two bantered back and forth, while Claire sat, holding her stomach laughing.

"Right, I'm gone." Shane yelled from the front door.

"Wait!" Eve yelled. "What do you think about Claire staying here?"

"Yeah she's cool." Shane yelled again.

Slam.

"So Claire I'm going to have to go to work soon okay? Don't go out after dark." Eve said.

"Erm, why not?"

"Because the vampires obviously." Claire burst out laughing while Eve sat straight-faced, "I'm not joking Claire, didn't you know?"

"Eve are you feeling okay? Wait no, is this a practical joke; you know an episode of Punk'd? Soon Shane and Michael will jump out laughing 'Ha-ha your gullible freak, can't believe you fell for it'!"

"Claire I'm not joking, Vampires run Morganville." Eve looked Claire strait in the eyes.

Claire looked back searching, starting to believe..."Bullshit."

Eve shook her head, "Believe what you want Claire, but haven't you ever wondered why TPU is a very small university with only 5,000 students a year, half of them dropping out?

Or why the locals are so kept to themselves not even turning for a person being murdered? No? Whatever, just don't go out after dark unless you want to lose your neck." Eve stood up and grabbed her keys, "by the way Michael will be up in 4 hours, If you're not here when I come back, Good luck surviving in Morganville."

Eve left Claire sitting on the couch.

What if Eve was right? What if Vampires really ran the town? What if...

No. Claire believed in science, you know believes in what she can feel, see, and touch, not some mythical creature she's only seen in children books like Dracula.

Stop thinking about it, it's a load of bullshit.

But what if it weren't...

Claire wanted to sleep and forget that strange conversation, so she went to the room Eve said would be hers and slept for what felt like hours.

Forgetting...Forgetting...

Remembering...

By the way I just want to say; Thankyou for my first review, xx'amberlou'xx. Much appreciated I'm glad you like the story so far :) x