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Chapter Two

Shane's hands started to shake violently, as he saw what had happened to me, and he dropped the game controller that was clutched in his hands. Eve seemed like she didn't notice. "Holy shit Claire, what happened to you?" She rushed over to me and put her hands on my shoulders as if she was inspecting me. When she found the evidence, plainly shown on my neck, she cried out and lifter her hand to her mouth. I looked over to Michael to see if he could offer any help, but he himself was still trying to recover.

Then my eyes went back to Shane, always back to Shane. His hands were balled into fists, and his face was so expressionless that it seemed like it held a thousand emotions. Eve followed my gaze and stepped out of my way just in time for me to walk over to Shane. "Shane I-," he flinched when I brought my hand to his cheek, and it fell back limply to my side. My heart cracked a little at the small action. I looked pleadingly into his eyes, hoping for any sign of recognition, any sign of the normal love he held for me, which I held for him.

All I received back was a cold, blank stare. The kind he gave to strangers that started to piss him off. I started to turn around and back away, when he grabbed my shoulder. Hope filled my heart at the familiar gesture, but it quickly rotted away when I turned back around to face him and saw his eyes piercing daggers and his teeth clenched. I cowered at the unexpected expression, and instantly felt ashamed. I had to stay strong; I had to make him understand.

"Why, Claire…why," his voice cracked a little as he said it, "who did this to you? Oh, dammit Claire…was it Myrnin? That son of a Bitch I knew from the start that he was messed up, but this? This is the last straw." He started to walk away, heading for the door, when I quickly grabbed his hand.

"No Shane…it wasn't like that I-," he cut me off.

He laughed, cold and humorless. "Oh, yeah, that's right; you probably let him. I should have known…I should have known not to trust you with him. I knew there was something going on between you two from the very beginning. I-"

"Shane," Eve shouted, "just let her explain!" He glared at her and looked down at my hand in his, for a split second sorrow seemed to lurk under the surface of his eyes, but it faded as quickly as it had come. He wrenched his hand free from mine, clearly disgusted.

"No, I'm done listening. I thought you loved me Claire…I really did. Now you're just as bad as the bloodsuckers; I mean look at you!" He spat. No, no, no, no! This isn't how it was supposed to go; this isn't how he was supposed to react. Couldn't he see that it wasn't my fault; that no matter what, I loved him? But then I realized. It didn't matter that my heart was turning into a black hole, sucking away all of my happiness and my very soul like a vacuum cleaner. It didn't matter that every part of me ached and begged for him to understand, because I knew he never would. He's too far gone. I remained still and looked at my feet, in too much pain to meet the fiery gaze drilling holes into my head.

Michael suddenly recovered from his shock and stepped in between us. "Shane calm down…you're not thinking rationally."

He sneered. "Oh, I see how it is. Bloodsuckers always look out for each other right?"

Michael pushed Shane down on the couch. "No one's siding with anyone. We're trying to understand this just as much as you are." Shane lunged back to his feet and pushed Michael to the floor, none to gently.

"I don't need to try to understand, I already do. First Dad then you, and now Claire; I can't take it anymore…I really can't," he shouted. He reached down and pulled Michael to his feet by his shirt collar.

"Shane, stop before it goes too far," Eve screamed.

He looked over as if he had just saw her for the first time, and then his face turned into a wicked smirk that I never imagined would ever be associated with his face. "You too Eve, wait what am I saying; once a fang banger always a fang banger."

I winced at the low blow, even though it wasn't directed towards me. At the comment, Michael sent Shane sailing towards the door. "Get out! Now…and don't come back until you cool off." Michael's eyes were a blazing red and his fangs were protruding from his mouth, intentionally or not. Shane picked himself up and brushed himself off.

"Fine, I'll leave. But don't expect me to come back!" He gave us all one final glare, eyes stopping on me a little longer as if he was still clinging on to the hope that I might change back into a human at any second, before stepping out into the now early morning and slamming the door behind him.

At that moment I dropped to the floor and just…cried. I cried for our makeshift family, I cried for Myrnin, I cried for Shane, and I cried for my lost humanity. I really couldn't take another surprise, and I let the world know it.

I kept replaying it over and over again; my attack, Myrnin and his slippers, Shane's reaction, and now my pathetic sulking. It just wasn't fair. None of it was my fault. But yet, it still happened, it still was happening. I will just have to go in strong and change it. I will make it fair. I will make sure it will not be my fault. I have to seize my future and steer it by its reigns. I will do this, but for now I just want to cry. I want to feel sorry for myself just a while longer, just to tell the world how much it hurts, how much it's going to pay. It has to get worse before it gets better.

That's what I kept telling myself as tears started forming damp splotches on my clothing, that's what I kept repeating while I stared at the door that my boyfriend abandoned, and that's what I chanted while Eve huddled next to me and tried to comfort me even though I was sticky and my nose was dripping with snot. That's all I could tell myself to keep me going.

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