Rachel Caine owns all...

I opened the door that led to my private chambers, here in Founder's square. The room had a small red suede couch, a coffee table, and what appeared to be a mini-bar with a mini fridge, but it actually was for me to drink blood. I only ever came here if I felt upset. Once, I was fully inside the room and checked that the door was locked. I let myself get lost in the monster that I hardly ever let out. I was so angry with Oliver and myself.

By the time, the inner monster had finished playing, it was time to go and get Elizabeth and Sam. I knew that Eve wouldn't mind if they spent the night but I didn't want Shane to be there and try to get information out of them. I quickly looked around the room, seeing all of the damage that I had done. The couch had rips in it, the curtains were torn to shreds, mirrors that were around the room were shattered, and finally the paintings that had been on the walls laid on the floor broken.

I closed my eyes and turned my back on all of the destruction that I had caused. I unlocked the door and quickly let myself out. I couldn't let myself lose control like this, ever, around my children. This room, was the only place where I could let the monster out and not worry about anything or anyone getting in the way until I had calmed down. As I left the room, I saw that someone was standing in the corner of the hallway, trying to stay hidden in the shadows. It didn't really hide them, I rolled my eyes and walked to the library, taking the long way this time.

As I got closer to the library, I could smell that barbeque and cinnamon scent. I stood stark still for a few seconds, listening, trying to figure out if Shane was still in the library. I could hear footsteps, so I knew that he was still in there. I let out a small growl at the thought that Shane was going to be ambushing me. Great, just freaking great, this was totally what I needed right now.

NOT!

All I wanted to do right now, was to go to Glass House and vent to Eve or Michael about what had happened. I sighed, took a deep breath. I raised my shoulders and walked into the library. I knew that Shane could smell me but I didn't care. I just kept walking wanting to get to the garage, to get Elizabeth and Sam, before Shane could. I definetly did not need Shane around my children. As far as I was concerned, he was never going to get a chance to get to know his children. He had chosen to walk out of my life, when I had said that I was pregnant. His actions had spoken for him.

I was halfway towards the library exit, when I felt the presence of Shane behind me. I didn't bother talking or say a word to him. Instead, I turned around and threw a quick punch into his jaw. I didn't bother talking to him, I just turned back around and kept walking. I could hear his footsteps behind me, as he followed me. I sighed, knowing that he was going to start asking me questions.

"Claire!" Shane called. I just ignored the calling and kept on walking.

"Claire, stop!" Shane said. If he thought that I was going to listen to him, he another thing coming.

I picked up the pace on my walking, I was more or less jogging. Not wanting to really be around him, he was really starting to piss me off. I could hear his footfalls starting to increase, so that he could catch up with me. I was not going to have this conversation Shane. He gave up his children the day he walked out of that kitchen. I hated him so much, but I knew that Sam and Elizabeth both deserved apart of their father. So I hyphenated there last name, instead of Danvers, they were now Davers-Collins. It was the only part of Shane, that they had gotten.

I could still hear him, trying to catch up with me. I rolled my eyes, before I broke out into a dead sprint at vampire speed. I was in the garage in no time at all. I started praising myself for parking my car close to the exit. I got into the Volvo and drove off, but not before I saw Shane, bursting through the garage doors. I knew that he was going to try and get to Glass House, so he could talk to Sam and Elizabeth.

No way was I going to let him near my children. I didn't bother with obeying speed limits, I was in a hurry and no one was going to stop me from getting my children out of Glass and back into Founder's Square, in my private room or Amelie's. Maybe Michael's if I needed to, but there was no way Shane was laying a finger on my children.

I skidded my car to a stop in front of Glass House. I sprinted for the door, I was almost there when something knocked me to the ground. I was laying face down in the grass. I growled before I started to get up and attack whatever had tackled me to the ground. I tried to get off but whatever had me on the ground wasn't going to let me go. I growled and tried to turn to get a good look at the idiot that tackled me. I couldn't even turn my body.

I just started screaming, knowing that Michael would come out to see what was going on.

Sure enough, a minute later, Michael came storming out of the house. He seemed to freeze for a second before he snapped out of it. He walked off the porch to try and pull whoever was on top of me off.

"Shane, what is your problem? Get off of Claire," Michael said, pulling Shane off of me trying to stand him up.

I got up on my own but not before I spit grass out of my mouth. I glared at Shane, not really paying attention to Michael. Michael was looking back and fourth between the two of us, trying to figure out what had happened. He wasn't going to figure it out, he opened his mouth to aske what had happened but before he could get a word out of his mouth two little voices cried out.

"Mommy!" Elizabeth and Sam both screamed. As I looked over at my children, my glare softened.

"Ah, Lizzie, Sam," I said, I opened my arms towards my babies. Elizabeth being the little troublemaker, ran over to the edge of the porch and jumped straight into my arms. She knocked the wind out of my lungs. I held my baby and buried my face into her long, brown hair. I felt someone wrap there arms around my legs, I knew that it was Sam, he had always been a leg hugger.

I could feel someone watching my tender moment with my children. I didn't have to look to know that it was Shane. Elizabeth started to let me go, so I quickly placed her next to Sam, who still had his little arms around my legs. I turned towards Eve and Michael. "I hope they were on their best behavior," I said, knowing that they probably had been.

"Yeah, they were. I swear, they're both mini-clones of you," Eve said with a laugh. Michael and I let out a laugh with her. It was true, both of my children did seem like clones.

"How was the council meeting?" Michael asked. I knew that he was curious about the meeting. He is a council member, but he wasn't asked to attend this meeting.

I shrugged my shoulders, silently telling him that I would tell him later. He seemed to understand. "Well, we better get you on the road. That way these two aren't up past bedtime," Michael said.

As soon as the word bedtime had passed his lips, Sam and Elizabeth both let out tiny little yawns. I smiled down at them before I pulled them both up into my arms. "Okay, little ones. Time to say bye to your aunt and uncle," I said.

I gave Sam to Michael, knowing that the two were close, Michael was like a father to Sam, since Shane had walked out on us.