Chapter 3 from Claire's point of view. A resolution to the cliff hanger is coming soon, I promise.
Marching around the corner from the Day house, Claire was a bag of slosh as she stumbled down the ally, truly feeling like she was being squeezed down a funnel. For the first time in a long time, dread swelled in her chest.
"Myrnin," she called as she reached the crumbling shack that sat above the lab. "I spoke to Amelie, she said you needed help cleaning up the lab." With that, she crawled through the small opening by the door and began her descent into the madness.
The small hairs on the back of her neck began to bristle. Something was wrong.
A small gasp escaped her lips as her hands were snapped back, seized in an iron grip, another hand slapped against her mouth. Her heart immediately began racing and fear flooded her mind, her attempts to stay calm, pointless. Just relax, she told herself, it's Myrnin. He'll recognise you, know it's you. he won't hurt you, trust him.
"Shusshhh, child. There's nothing to fear, it will be quick and painless, I assure you." he cooed, stroking her cheek with the hand that he held plastered over her mouth. "Well," he spoke through a smile "Not too quick, that would be far to mundane. Don't you agree? We must savour the finer things in life, it's so rare that I get a visitor I can sink my teeth into."
No! he didn't know, didn't know it was me. She tried to struggle, but she knew it was pointless, causing herself more harm than good. As he began to squeeze her wrists harder to restrain her she knew that small bruises were beginning to lace their way around her hands.
"Myrnin!" she cried, the sound of her plea trapped against his hand.
Her neck was abruptly snapped to the side. No, no,no. This isn't happening. Myrnin, please stop. She felt the familiar stabbing pain of his fangs sinking deep into her neck and her knees became weak as he began to lap the blood that spewed out of her.