Sorry for not updating! :S:S My laptop's broken and I'm back on the old computer with a version of Microsoft Word that's like 200 years old…TT

Claire

Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. I won't lie, I'm a geek, I don't do sports, I don't have any coordination at all.

So I was expecting to at least twist an ankle by jumping out of the stupid window.

Okay, I didn't actually jump, I sort of climbed-scrambled-fell down the wall.

Anyway, I got out. Away from childish, sulky Shane and Eve and Michael who are doing their best to cheer me up.

Only problem now is what to do and where to go. Of which, I have to admit I have absolutely no idea.

And if I'm out on the streets at night, I have absolutely no hope in hell of getting out without at least one new set of bite marks in my neck.

Ugh, this is so annoying! I don't even know what I've done to Shane to make him be so upset with me.

He said something about Myrnin. Myrnin; my half (actually quite a bit more than half) insane but quite sweet vampire boss.

What if I went to stay at the lab? He's (hopefully) in a sane-ish mood and we could even get quite a bit of work done with the blood analysis and such.

He was hungry before and in a I vant to drink your vlood! sort of mood. But he's so bipolar he'll probably be his old manic self again by now. Seriously, if vampire's bloodstreams didn't dissolve drugs so quickly, therefore making it impossible for vamps to be high, I would think he was on some pretty strong stuff.

I set off in the direction of Myrnin's lab, so lost in my thoughts that I hardly noticed the setting sun and the way it tinted the world red.

Blood red. No wonder the vamps like it here so much.

Shane

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck them all." I think in time with my relentless punching of everything in sight.

Claire prefers a however-many-hundred-years old leech to me. Mike's angry with me for being a childish sulky brat. Eve…is just being Eve, I guess.

Another fucking knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.

"Shane?"

It's Eve. I don't answer her, preferring to throw stuff at the walls.

"Yo, Shane? Any life in there?"

"None of your business" I growl

"Geez, touchy much? Stop being such a child and come help us look for your girlfriend!"

What? Claire? What does she mean look for her?

"What?" I ask carefully, keeping my tone level and polite. Well…polite-ish.

"CB's done a runner." She says, the worry breaking through her voice "Sam and Michael are looking for her and Hannah said she'd get some spare people around to keep an eye out for her."

Oh crap.