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Claire

Myrnin just kissed me. Myrnin just kissed me. On my neck.

That is so wrong in so many ways.

Okay, it is slightly preferable than having another set of fang marks in my neck. But still…so wrong.

Oh crap, he's coming back. I race to the portal and step through just as he comes back into the lab. I look over my shoulder and see that his eyes are red. I lock the portal and sink down with my back to the wall.

Michael's by my side in less than a second.

"What happened? Claire!"

I shake my head. In my mind I can still see the hunger in Myrnin's eyes as he came towards me as I disappeared through the portal. He's cured now but if he forgets to drink a blood bag once every twenty-four hours at least…he loses control.

And that's the nicest way I can put it.

Michael shakes me.

"Claire, what's wrong? Why aren't you at the lab? Did Myrnin…?" he doesn't know how to finish his question. Instead he quickly checks my neck for fang marks, turning my head gently to see the other side.

"Michael, I'm fine. No fang marks, see?" I say holding out my wrists for inspection.

"Then why do you smell of fear? Any why is your heart beating so fast?"

Sometimes having a vampire as a best guy friend really sucks. Pun intended.

"Mrynin was…thirsty."

He freezes.

"Did he try to bite you? Did you stake him?"

"No…he managed to control himself…it was just weird."

"If you say that it's weird, then it's seriously bad." He looks me in the eyes. "What happened? Because if you say he controlled himself, what's with the weirded-out look? Unless you and Eve have decided it's fashionable to look like that?"

I smile at that last "I wouldn't put it past her"

We were interrupted by Shane banging the door open and slamming it shut. He stopped at the sight of us; me slumped on the floor and Michael knelt down in front of me, holding my hands.

"Thought you had to be at the lab" he said to me.

I realize how bad this must look, with all the fuss I made about getting there on time.

"Myrnin doesn't want my help today" I half-lied. "Sorry I made such a fuss"

"S'okay" I could tell he was lying. He looked upset and confused. Something was definitely wrong.

"And sorry I bit you" I say

"You bit him?" Michael interrupts. Shane rubs his neck in response.

"Yeah, I didn't know she wanted to join the fang gang that much either" he says and pushes past us up the stairs.

Michael catches my arm as I make to follow him.

"Let him calm down. He's upset about something"

I slump down again. "I meant it as a joke. I didn't think he would take it like this."

"I don't think it's just that…." He goes quiet as we hear Shane throwing things at the wall.

Shane

Ugh. I came home as fast as possible after I saw Claire and crazy scientist vamp at the lab. And in the hallway were Michael and Claire.

Fucking portals.

Apparently her help wasn't wanted today. Yeah, sure says a little voice in my head. And she's sorry about the fuss she made to get there.

I still can't believe that she bit me. I thought that she was against the vamps, not wanting to be one.

I push past them up the stairs and throw myself onto my bed. It creaks under my weight and I punch the pillow in frustration.

How could she let him kiss her like that? He's insane; she's said it a million times. And he's a bloody vampire, for fuck's sake!

I pick up the text books that have been lying around since I finished high school and throw them at the wall. I imagine each one to have Myrnin's face as it slams into the wall and falls to the floor.

A silver-coated stake falls out of my bag and a plan starts to form in my mind, I don't care if I get arrested, I'm a friend of Morganville, they can't kill me.

Yeah right.

Myrnin

I really have no idea what came over me. She just looked so fragile and worried that instincts left over from my human life made me want to hold her close and make it all go away.

Then the thirst took over and I wanted to bite her so badly I thought I would never beat it.

Until the sensible and compassionate part of me spoke up.

But that is no excuse for me kissing her. Idiotic human instincts.

Although there is no doubt that she smelt even better than Ada did. I distinctly remember feeling the same way…

Impossible. I can't be…

I can't be falling for little Claire.

Can I?