Chapter 3
Eve's POV
The crash was load, and I mean load... I placed my weight onto Claire's right side, and began to walk towards the door. She slowly began to bring up the speed, and I hurried along with her. My neck ached all the way there, but the scratching had stopped; I needed to see a doctor. I grabbed a hold of the door handle and twisted. I looked down, only to see another pale hand reaching for the door. Michael. I looked up to see his eyes blood red. His fangs down. And I could that with his last bit of effort, he managed not to lunge at me but move backwards, point at Shane's bedroom door (Well when I say door, I really mean, hole, with scattered pieces of wood, around the floor, and an unconscious Shane.) And speak "Help, Shane.". It took him everything to not hurt me. He ran down the stairs, at vampire speed. I knew he went for blood, and I didn't blame him. He hated it, but he couldn't help it sometimes.
I looked back over to wear Michael had pointed and so did Claire. I could stand perfectly fine now. No nausea, and it was a good job too, Claire let go of me and ran to her still bodied boyfriend.
I couldn't manage to go over, I couldn't see him like that. Claire shook him, and screamed his name thousands of times. The pain in her voice, forced me to stay where I was. I could feel my eyes swelling up, and I couldn't let her see me like that. Not now. I wanted to help, but I knew that I would freeze, cry and have a temper tantrum afterwards (my usual.). I was no help, I never was. I could slump down, against my bedroom door; and listened to her voice cry out in pain and horror. But instead I went as quick as I could to the phone and rang 911.
Claire's POV
He wasn't breathing. I moved the rummage out of the way, so I could move him to a recovery position. My eyes watered, and I could feel tears streaming down the side of my face. "Shane?". I moved the hair from the side of his face, there was something sticky on his face, pouring out from his mouth and moulded across his lips. Blood. I grabbed the edge of my t shirt (Well Shane's t shirt really) with my quaking fingers and began to hopelessly attempt to remove the blood from this mouth, to help him breathe. Nothing worked and my tears just got worse; I could hear Eve frantically dialling '911, trying her hardest to keep in the tears. And it wasn't long until they arrived, it took three of them and Eve to remove me from his side so they could take a look. I don't know why but I just couldn't cope with the thought of me not being there for when he woke up; no matter where it was, he was always there for me. If it was at hospital, hiding or just on a ordinary day he was always there. and I needed to be there for him.
They placed him on a carrier, and took him to the ambulance. And they carried him down the stairs I couldn't help but notice two deep gashes at the side of his neck, devouring him as I watched.