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There on Claire's wrists were open wounds from a sharp weapon most likely knife...

Oh my God what if Eve stabbed me while I was sleeping because I didn't believe her about the vampire thing and made it out like she was crazy...

Eve was crazy but that crazy? No way, Claire thought.

Claire needed to speak to Michael so she looked in the wardrobe for a long-sleeved top or something then went downstairs trying her hardest to forget the 'scratches' on her wrist...

Chapter 4

A meeting with Mr Michael Glass

Claire made her way down the stairs but stopped at the fourth ledge.

Strumming of a guitar.

She listened intently and silently made up words for the tune, Of course she wouldn't actually sing them so she wouldn't get caught ears dropping and because she hadn't sang in years...

"You can come down, you know, I wont bite." A male voice shouted calmly from the living room.

Caught, Claire thought while stepping down the remaining steps then turning the corner into one of the rooms.

There sitting on the big arm-chair must have been the owner of the house Mr Michael Glass, with Shinning blonde shaggy hair just like Shane, Bright sparkling blue eyes and of course a guitar in his hands.

Shit Claire stood mouth agape he was well hot and oddly familiar –Not as hot as Shane of course but whoa Michael looked like an angel.

Michael chuckled at Claire's obvious dreamy look.

She went a bright shade of red then quickly made her self to the sofa across from Michael.

"You must be Claire right?" Claire nodded, "I'm Michael the owner of the house."

Claire finally rid of her embarrassment and spoke up, "Hey Michael it's nice to meet you."

Michael smiled a small, sad smile, "Claire. I'm really sorry to say this but...your underage and would be a danger to us if you stayed here."

Claire dropped her smile and little miss nice act and replaced it with a screw and quite rude tone, "Well I'm sorry myself Michael because I can't go back to the university I'm in because of a little fight that FYI weren't my thought. So if you want me to sleep on the streets with the apparent vampires lurking in the shadows..." Claire burst out in a fit of maniac laughter not believing she was actually bringing out the 'vampire' card like Michael would actually take it. She composed herself wiping a laughter tear from her eye, "Then I'll pack right now, but be expecting to turn on the news and see a dead picture of a girl with the caption killed by vampires." She stood up and was about the get ready then leave.

"Erm Claire if you got killed by the vampires it wouldn't be on the news, they'd cover it up with a story, but I see your point. Alright you can stay for a month till you get something else sorted."

Claire didn't quite catch on the vampire part of what Michael said because of her excitement, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She grinned widely, "Oh and this should be enough for the rent for a month right?" She slid $100 on the table while putting on a serious godfather act,"I don't like violence, Michael. I'm a businesswoman. Blood is a big expense."

Michael laughed at Claire's acting then played along, "You sonofabitch, do you know who I am? I'm Michael Glass! I made my bones when you were going out with Jocks."

The two sat, laughing while holding their stomachs.

"It's going to be fun having you here Claire." Michael said smiling.

Claire smiled back, "It's going to fun being here! You want some of Shane's chilli?"

"Err, Yeah. I hope you can cook a lot more than what we can."

Claire stood up, "Oh don't worry I can cook a lot of stuff: Pizza, Tacos, lasagna, ooh and the best cookies ever!" Claire went to the kitchen and put a bowl in the microwave.

"Well we'll have to test out that theory one day then eh?" Michael chuckled.

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