Hey guys, roll up for chapter five! Hope you all enjoyed the lil bit of Claire/Myrnin action last chapter - I know I did! Thanks for all of your support so far, it's been great! Keep reviewing, and I'll keep updating! Hehe :) xxxx

'Revelations'

Claire woke up slowly. It was as if she had been underwater for a long time, and was trying to take in some air. Life was coming back to her bit by bit. She took stock of her current situation, concentrating on each of her separate sense one at a time. From the feel of the fabric around her, she was lying in a bed. She'd been tucked in tightly. So tightly that she could hardly move. Someone, probably Eve, had changed her clothes. She could hear voices coming from somewhere. Down, and to the left a bit.

Ah.

She was in her room, in the Glass House.

Claire felt momentarily pleased with her skills of deduction before remembering that she still had to figure out why she was here. She breathed in deeply through her nose.

The air smelt of...nothing.

Her sense of taste was rendered useless too, seeing as how she wasn't eating anything. Claire lay there for a while, pondering her next move, when she realised she'd forgotten two vitally important things. She opened her eyes, blinked a few times in the sudden bright light, then lifted her head a fraction, surveying her surroundings. Yes, this was her bedroom.

Now for her second forgotten weapon.

She opened her mouth, sucked in a breath, and was about to start screaming when Amelie walked through the door. Claire almost choked on her air, she was so shocked. Amelie motioned for her guards to leave, then came to sit elegantly in the chair stationed by Claire's bedside. She was wearing (of course) a pale blue suit, sensible shoes, and a ruffled ivory blouse that showed over the top of her jacket. It was pristine, and typical Amelie attire. She sat demurely, legs crossed, pale hands resting on her knee. Neither of them said anything. Amelie just watched Claire, and Claire watched Amelie right back. She seemed lost in her thoughts, grey eyes unfocused. The silence dragged on, and just when Claire thought she would scream, Amelie spoke.

"I see you are awake," She said, slightly awkward at making small talk with her. Claire just nodded, waiting for Amelie to get to the point. "How are you feeling?"

Claire's lips moved, but no sound came out. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"O-Ok." She managed a smile. "Thankyou."

Amelie nodded, looking thoughtful again.

"Do you remember what happened?" She asked. Claire shook her head. She could have sworn Amelie looked a little relieved. "How much do you remember?"

Claire thought about it. "I-I was in hospital...I think I fell. Then I left because - Shane was being...difficult. I went to Myrnin's lab." Amelie arched a slender eyebrow, but said nothing. "Uh...then I came back here...it was late. So I used a portal." The Founder's eyebrow raised a little higher. "Then..." Claire was really struggling to remember now; everything got all foggy after that point. "...Eve was yelling at me. And I felt all...floaty. Then I woke up here."

She settled back on her pillow, feeling pleased with herself. She'd remembered everything. Amelie sat there in silence for a few moments.

"That's all you remember, Claire. Are you sure?" Amelie was gazing at her intently, grey eyes narrowed. Claire felt dread wash over her. What wasn't she being told?

"Yes," She said cautiously. "Why, what else happened?" Amelie looked at her sharply, and stood up.

"I shall leave it to your friends to inform you, if they wish to." She said quietly, placing a cold hand briefly on Claire's forehead. Claire suppressed the urge to shiver. Amelie left the room silently, shutting the door with a soft click. Claire squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before she moved. It was a huge effort to wrench one arm free of her duvet prison, and it took a full minute to work the other one loose too. She tried uselessly for a couple of minutes to pry the covers off, before realising she was fighting a losing battle, and resorted to wiggling her way out instead. Finally free of her blankets, Claire pulled on a robe and headed downstairs. She paused on the way to finger comb her hair in the mirror, and her friend's voice floated up the stairs to her.

"What do you want me to do? Just forget it ever happened?" That was Shane, and he sounded pissed.

"Mr Collins, I suggest you do not speak to me in that tone whilst you are staying in my house. As I have already said, I have spoken with Claire. She remembers nothing of what happened. I merely suggested that it might be easier for all of us if she is not enlightened. Particularly for you, Myrnin." Amelie's voice was icy cold already, but it dropped to sub-zero temperature when she addressed Myrnin.

For once, he didn't say anything. Man, Claire thought, what happened that's so bad it involves Amelie? And Myrnin not even trying to defend himself. She probably would have been less surprised if Oliver had asked Myrnin to marry him. Claire decided that she didn't want to eavesdrop on any more of this conversation, and ran down the rest of the stairs as noisily as possible, skidding to a halt in the living room.

Five pairs of eyes watched her as she entered the room, and Claire immediately wished she'd stayed in bed. Why were they all looking at her like that? Like she could explode at any moment, or start crying or something. That was stupid; insane mood swings were Myrnin's thing.

Eve spoke first, probably attempting to diffuse the tension in the room.

"Claire! You're up! Do you want breakfast?" She trilled. Claire frowned. Something wasn't right. Michael looked really awkward; he was standing in between Shane and Myrnin, neither of whom would meet her eye. They were both glaring at each other, though. Amelie look at Claire.

"I will trust to your friends to take the correct course of action. Good day, Claire." With a nod to her guards, she left, ascending the stairs gracefully. Myrnin and Michael visibly relaxed as soon as she disappeared; however Shane was still tensed for a fight, keeping his eyes on Myrnin. Eve shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, and grabbed Claire's hand, pulling her into the kitchen. As soon as the door swung shut, Eve turned on her, hands on hips. She looked at Claire for a long moment. Like she was waiting for her to react to something. After a while, Eve blew out her breath.

"You really don't remember what you did, do you?" She said incredulously. Claire shook her head. A heavy weight had settled in her stomach. Whatever she had supposedly done couldn't be good if everyone was behaving like this. She licked her lips nervously.

"What...what did I do?"

Eve sighed. "I'm not really sure how much I'm supposed to tell you. You remember going to the hospital, right?" Claire nodded. "Well, it turns out that Myrnin gave you some painkillers without anyone else knowing. Only...they sort of...got you high."

Claire didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She settled for yelling.

"What?" She yelped. "Myrnin got me high?"

"Yeah. He claims he was trying to help." Eve rolled her eyes, looking like she was going to laugh.

"What happened?" Claire said urgently. "What did I do?" Eve stayed quiet. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. "Was it that bad?"

Eve smiled weakly. "It's not good."

Claire groaned and sank down into a nearby chair. "Tell me."

"I can't" Eve looked really upset. "It's Shane's decision."

Claire had a really bad feeling. Why was it Shane's decision? Unless it involved him somehow? Unless...oh no. Why was Myrnin here? Could it be...did he...? She swallowed.

"Eve?" Claire said faintly. "Please tell me this has nothing to do with Myrnin. Tell me he didn't kiss me again." The look on Eve's face said it all. "Oh God."

"Actually, Claire...it was kind of the other way around. You kissed him." Claire's head snapped up.

"What?" She yelled, even louder than before. Eve looked startled. "I wouldn't do that! I'm not like that!"

"Well apparently you are when you're high." Eve sighed. Claire's mind was reeling. Even though she couldn't remember much, she could tell that what Eve was saying was true. It would explain all the weird looks she'd been given today. And why Myrnin and Shane seemed to dislike each other even more than was usual. Oh God.

"Shane. Does he..."

Eve looked even more uncomfortable."He was there."

Claire's heart dropped through the bottom of her stomach.

"Oh, no..." She whispered. "But...but I was high. It's not my fault! Right?" She said desperately.

"It wasn't exactly an innocent kiss Claire. You and Myrnin were really going for it."

Claire groaned, sinking lower in her chair. Wait...Myrnin? She sat up.

"Myrnin was kissing me back?"

Eve nodded glumly. Crap. No wonder Amelie had been so furious with him. She...oh my god. Claire remembered. She remembered everything. I kissed Myrnin. I practically made out with my crazy vampire boss. She thought in horror. Ew. I bit his tongue. And Shane saw everything. She tried to ignore the part of her that didn't feel guilty or upset at all. Claire stared at Eve in mute horror.

"What have I done?" She whispered.