Hey Guys... Okay let me start with SORRY. It's been soooooo long since I last updated. In my defense, it's December and you know, Christmas shopping and all that jazz... Anyway enough excuses!

Also please check out my new story, Morganville ZOMBIES. It will make more sense in the actual story.

ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: Rachel Caine owns Morganville Vampires, not me. (sigh)

Chapter 19

CLAIRE'S POV:

When Eve and Michael met up with us, we said our goodbye's. Me and Eve stood by the doorway watching them disappear into the shadows. "This is now officially the best day of my entire life" a dazed Eve murmured. She looked so happy starring at the spot they had disappeared to. I opened the door and stepped through, Eve slowly following behind. My phone buzzed and I took it out of my jean pocket. I had a text from Alice. It read...

hey c,

b hme in 2, soz late:L

"He likes me. He actually likes me!" Eve mused.

"Obviously" I commented rolling my eyes. We walked down the entrance hall and I opened the door.

"Were going to-" Monica spoke, but stopped as soon as she saw us. She was the only one faced towards the door, the other two had their backs to us. "What you looking at, freaks" she sneered.

"A skank... wait no, three" I replied nonchalant. Me and Eve quickly walked upstairs to my room.

"I wonder what their up to" Eve said as she sat in my swivel chair. She stroked her chin for empathsis.

"Could be anything. Oh well. What ever it is, we can handle it" I dived, face first, onto my bed.

"Yep" she replied, popping to p. "As long as it doesn't include spiders. I hate spiders. I mean really, really hate spiders" I smiled into the duvet. It was funny how quickly she can change from being happy, to badass to scared.

"I don't think she could go anywhere near a spider"

"Probably would get somebody to do her dirty work, as per usual"

"Chuck us the tomato juice" Tomato juice was code for blood. Plus it made Eve feel better. I heard the chair squeaked as she pushed back on it and swivelled across the room to the mini fridge. I heard the low buzz as the door was opened and then closed.

"Catch" She tossed the bottle through the air and my hand whipped up and grabbed it. My head was still buried in my duvet. It was weird how easily I could do things. If I was still human I would have to get really close, concerntrate on the bottle and have both hands at the ready and even then I probably would of missed it. Being vamp however I don't even need Eve to warn me she was going to throw it and I don't need to even open my eye's. Sometime's I missed being human, even if I was a complete failure.

While I sucked the 'juice' from the sports bottle, Eve brushed her hair. "What was your life like? Before you died" Eve whispered as if I would punch her in the face for asking. I thought for a moment before replying.

"Different" I whispered, softed back. "So, so different. Who I was, what I did... everything. I was fragile... weak and innocent. A pushover. Everyone thought I was incapable of doing anything... everyone that didn't know me. Only my uncle really knew me. I was smart. Always had a plan. A surviver, he called me. I kept a low profile where ever I could. Worked in the shadows, blended in. All I ever wanted to do was learn. Know everything. I thought if I could live forever then... life would be perfect. I could spend my years learning forever..." I trailed off. After a few minutes I continued "I used to go dancing, all I time. Ballroom. My uncle taught me. He taught me everything. Science, Maths, English you name it. He believed that I could do anything, when others thought women were good for nothing but being a house wife. My life was so simple... get up, get ready, make breakfast, go to the market, come home, read, write, learn, have lunch, learn even more, have dinner, read a book and go to bed. Do something nice over the weekend. Now... hell we don't even stay in one place for more than two weeks" Eve had stopped brushing her hair and her eyes were focused on me. "I guess dying made me... cold hearted. Literally."

A small smile appeared on her face "If you ask me, I think your amazing. For a dead person" She finished with a wink.

And for once in a long time, I felt loved.

MONICA'S POV:

"Look that was well too close!" I hissed at them "We'll talk about this tomorrow"

"When are we doing it though?" Gina whined

"Soon"

Sorry it took forever but since I'm on holiday I WILL Update again, proberly Monday or Tuesday:)