Hello again I missed you all I really did so I'm glad to let you know I will have about two mas then I'm done with this ok that long enough I know short chappys but I never planned this to go far besides I have a fanfiction up my sleeve you might be interested in if you like humor like a lot as I said before Myrnin up to bat

Myrnin

*after the scan*

I looked at the screen in shock and glee. Whatever she was thinking was coming straight from her primitive brain. This was good. Very good. I couldn't let her see my excitement. I was worried about her though. The sudden increase of cortisol had sent my own primitive brain into a bit of a fit. I decided to have her tell me. It would be easier than having her blurt it out when we were busy or we didn't have time to deal with it. The result was a little more than I had expected. At first I couldn't decipher her discomfort then it became apparent. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit overjoyed. I could sense her unease so I offered her to leave. It would have been okay. I wanted to throw my ring across the room, but at the same time I was glad I had it. She had told me her experiment and I had thought it was brilliant. She lies asleep on the couch as I monitored her brain frequencies. There hadn't been much yet, but what was there was interesting. As usual the lower brain was releasing the electrochemical pulses as it should. The amygdala was well lit with activity. Except here was the kicker her higher brain was more active than it should be. I watched it for a little bit then walked over to her. I gently opened one of her eyes and saw the REM. She was dreaming. I walked back over and saw the screen had lit up like a light bomb. I was contemplating putting my hand in front of my face, but decided against it. I looked at the screen carefully and saw her emotions were sky high and I could hear her moaning. A sigh escaped her lips and I thought I heard a name, but it was unclear.

I watched her brain stay bright for a few more minutes until a name did escape her lips. It hit my ears like a smack.

"Myrnin." I ran over and walked the edge of the couch looking at her body language. She was sweating slightly, her hands were balled at her sides, and I could see her breathing was ragged. The signs could go in two directions. I decided to wait it out until the test was over. I sat back down in the chair and watched the screen again. After about five minutes I heard her say something again. "Myr-"She gasped, so it came out sounding like mrah. I knew exactly what direction the body language was leading. And it wasn't torture. I wouldn't disgrace her by waking her up so I continued to watch the screen, but most of my focus was on her breathing. I could hear her heart rate increase drastically and I licked my lips. It was involuntary, but I regretted it the moment I did so. I bit my tongue. Hard. I tasted the irony taste of blood. I saw her hands unfurl and try to grab at the couch. Her heart rate increased and I was sure it was about to burst. And I was worried for my sanity. I tucked in my legs to my chest and continued to watch the screen. She took a few more shallow breaths and I could hear her heart rate going back to normal. I calmed down. Mostly. I put my feet down and saw her higher brain had gone back to being mostly dormant. Hu. Interesting. I looked over at her and she seemed so peaceful now. I got up knowing the experiment was over and leaned over her. Her eyes fluttered open and she had a wild look in her eyes. The wild look calmed as soon as she saw me and got up so she rest on her elbows.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty." She looked surprised at my use of a modern day term.

"After reading the original story I would like to never be called that again." She shivered and I straightened. Her legs swung to the edge of the couch and I saw she was hesitant before she got up. She walked over to the table, grabbed the vial, and walked back handing the blue liquid to me. I looked at it with distaste. "Come on bottoms up big boy." She walked over to the chair and watched me inquisitively. Well it was only pure vitamin B. I downed it and lied on the bed.

"What if I don't fall asleep?" I asked looking up at the ceiling. I could hear her thinking it over.

"Just close your eyes and well I'd tell you to breathe, but you obviously don't need to." I opened my mouth to argue when she repeated softly, "Close your eyes." I did so. It took a few moments, but I was soon thrown into the twisted maze of darkness that ensnared my mind.

Claire

*Sleeping*

"I-I-I can't Myrnin. You know that. I'm dating Shane." I tried to protest, but it just came out as an offhand thought.

"What is the saying now a days? What he doesn't know won't kill him?" He trailed kisses along my collar bone and neck. As much as I tried to resist my body was not agreeing. It pushed even closer into him and the only thing between us was this annoying fabric clothing. I knew it was wrong, but it wasn't really cheating if it wasn't real. How many times has he dreamt of another woman? I really didn't need to know it was only rhetorical.

"But it isn't right." I tried to push away, but it was without real effort.

"Most things in life that are aren't this intoxicating." One of my legs gave out and he wrapped his arms around me tighter. I gasped as he nipped my earlobe slightly and I involuntarily sighed his name. Warmth spread through me despite his vampire cold hands and I could feel my heart racing. I decided to hell with it and kissed him passionately. He returned the favor. I finally broke free and he held onto me as we dashed to the gaudy couch. I lie under him as the first layer of fabric was torn from my feverish body. He trailed kisses along my jaw line and I moaned. A deep guttural sound emitted from him as well. It did nothing to make myself back down. He nipped slightly at my neck and my back arched into him. My fingers were opening the first few buttons of his shirt and my hands trailed his cool body. His muscles rippled with delight in response to my action. He kissed me again and I felt light headed from the increasing lack of oxygen. He pulled my closer to him and I didn't protest. He reached around my back and unclasped my bra making my try to call his name, but he silenced me with a kiss, so only a part of his name expelled from my mouth. His tongue traced the edges of my lips and I gasped in his mouth. He took that instant to thrust his tongue into my mouth and it was a battle for dominance. I think I lost. I pulled away to get a breath and felt his existence fading in front of me. I wanted to cry out, but somehow knew it was going to happen no matter what I did. My mind cleared before I awoke and I had to grab onto the sofa to resist the urge to pull him down back to me as he had so done in the dream. "Good Morning Sleeping Beauty." I was actually surprised he knew that metaphor relationship. But frankly the name was ruined for me after that fateful day I read the original original story of Sleeping Beauty.

"After reading the original story I would like to never be called that again." I shivered and as he moved away I felt dread bundle up inside me. It took me a moment to see if my legs were functional. At all. Which they sadly were. I walked to the lab table and felt his glance on my back. I brought back the blue liquid filled vial and demanded he drink it. Hell I did. "Come on bottoms up big boy." I knew the taste was like cough syrup, but I sat in the chair and wondered why we couldn't have flavored it. I watched him as he lie down in the same position I had just been moments ago.

"What if I don't fall asleep?" I pondered this. It was a good point. Well my mom always advised me to just close my eyes, take deep breaths, and sleep will come naturally.

"Just close your eyes and well I'd tell you to breathe, but you obviously don't need to." I knew he was going to argue so I added, "Close your eyes." He did. I waited until I knew he was asleep before watching the screen. It was so strange seeing him not breathe as he dreamt. I pulled my feet up, so I wouldn't walk over and check to see if he was breathing and disrupt the trial. I began to wonder if he felt the same need to stay put, so he wouldn't upset the experiment. My toes itched to walk over, but I stood still in the chair. I thought back to the dream and wondered if he had ever...No he was my boss he probably never thought like that. Probably never though. This time I did stand up taking one last look at the screen and sauntered over to where he lay. He didn't move and it was unsettling to me. I wanted to stir him and make sure he was okay and resisted knowing that not knowing what he was dreaming of he could be set off and try to attack me. It wasn't likely from the gentle play of a smirk on his lips. Lips that once grazed mine and I felt my hand rise up to my mouth. Stop that. I thought to myself and quickly put my hand back at my side. I walked back over to the screen and the results were of no interest. Normal behavior from all three main brain sections. I tried to think of something that would get me out of this revere of my dream when a light exploded in front of me. Okay not really, but something exploded. I looked at the screen and his amygdala was a flourish of neon colors. I took in a deep breath and was shocked when he did as well. I watched from the chair his subtle movements. His left hand twitched ever so slightly I almost missed it. The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly. I was so overwhelmed in observing his sleeping body that I almost forgot about the screen. I looked over and saw that although the screen was still well lit it had dimmed some. I wonder if this is what my brain looked like. Probably not, for I was not as smart as he. I sighed and thought of the possibility. Of living decades and decades and get to know everything there is to know.

I sighed in defeat and continued to watch the display. It stayed like that for most of the time, until it was time to quit. I walked over and gently put a hand on his shoulder and his eyes snapped open to reveal dark pupil less eyes. No there were pupils they were just so dilated that it was difficult to decipher which was which. He looked through me at first and then focused on me. He gave me a playful smirk and moved in that fluid vampire movement into the sitting position. I was shocked and backed up catching my balance.

"Now I think is when you return my compliment with something to equal or greater value."His smirk contradicted what he said. I was confused for a minute then got it.

"It's fun to watch you sleep." I said softly. "Does that work?" He mulled this over looking up and moving his mouth as he thought.

"Close enough." He flashed over to the frozen screen and squinted. "Hmph." He put a hand on his chin and it proceeded to move to his hair and ruffle his hair. He only did that when he was frustrated, but his body language suggested interest. Sometimes working for a bipolar vampire was easier said than done. "Did you notice anything besides this?" He motioned to the entire screen.

"Well you weren't breathing which was very unusual to me." He gave me a look suggesting he was serious. "No I did not that was the highlight of this entire thing." He gave half a smile at my attempt at a joke.

"Very well. Here is yours." He handed me a printed paper and I looked at it in question. My higher brain was brighter than it should have been. That means I was lucid dreaming. Which means I had control over what was going to come next. And I was oddly unfazed by it. I was left longing more of his touch. My hand moved to my neck and rubbed my nape. The last place I had felt his secure hands touch. Oh stop it you're with Shane. Yea so. It was only a dream.

"This means I was lucid dreaming. But you had more of an impact on the dream." I turned my back on him, not a good idea, and held up mine to his. It was so weird. There was a small scar from where he took out a part of his brain and I couldn't help but grab my thigh to stop myself from shivering. "Did you have much control in your dream?" He walked over, so he was standing beside me and he shook his head.

"Not a lot besides the usual." Uh. Maybe people who are smarter dream more, but their dreams are more rehearsed. Whilst people with lower IQ's had more control over the dream. Such as lucid dreaming. Interesting. I set my paper down and sat down in the chair holding my head up with my hand and my shoulder on the arm of the chair. "Are you okay little Claire?" He walked to be right in front of me looking down. I looked up.

"Peachy." I blinked. "Just tired."

"You just had a nap." He said not moving.

"A very disturbed sleep and drug induced at that." He sniffed. He looked over my shoulder at the clock and his nose twitched. I couldn't lie. It was cute.

"It's time for you to leave anyways." His face fell. "I suppose you can go now. I'll get a portal it has been getting darker sooner." He absently waved a hand and walked over to the hidden door. I got up and grabbed my bag. He waited until I was next to him did he open the portal.

"Thank you." I walked through with his parting words.

"12 o clock sharp Miss Claire." I don't know if I imagined it, but he seemed to not really want me to come in at 12. I shrugged it off and looked around. Eve popped her head through the kitchen and smiled.

"Hey gurl. Got food going." Oh no. I looked out the window and saw it had gotten dark fast.

"I'm not hungry." I lied and trudged up the stairs when I heard her call.

"Liar." I smirked and went to my room dumping off my bag, quickly changing, and heading back down to see what Eve is going to murder us with tonight.

Hello people sorry this took so long I will get to my other ones soon Echos I am working on yours now ok first chappy will be up soon promise