A.N – Here is part two of our fan fiction series, 'Shattered Glass'. We will be updating as often as we can. Enjoy!

CPOV

I woke up in Shane's arms, and immediately looked down at my hand. There it was, sparkling in the morning Texas sun. I smiled to myself, playing the proposal over and over again my mind.

'Morning, fiancé,' I heard Shane say in his sexy, sleepy voice.

'Morning to you too,' I replied with a soft laugh. Fiancé. That sounds nice. I thought to myself.

I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed, suddenly very aware that I needed a shower.

Shane groaned. 'Don't get up…' He said, reaching to pull me back down.

'I have to.' I said, looking at the clock. 'And so do you! You've got work today,' I reminded him, slipping out of the room before he could say anything else.

Pop tarts for breakfast. It's the only way to go when you're in a hurry. I had a lecture in less than half an hour, and she still wasn't ready.

I heard the pop tart leap out of the toaster and turned to pick it up. When I turned back, Michael was sat at the table, misery plastered on his face, drinking something from a sports bottle.

'Hey,' I said. He looked up and nodded, and I noticed tears in his eyes. 'What's wrong?'

He shrugged his shoulders, and took another swig of his sports bottle. He obviously didn't want to tell me, so I dropped it, and sat across from him to eat my pop tart.

I heard Eve's heavy combat boots clomping down the stairs, and I knew that when she got to the bottom Michael would have a smile on his face.

The door swung open and Eve stepped in, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Michael. He put one hand on his head and I saw a tear roll down his cheek. I frowned.

'Hey.' I said to her, and she smiled sadly, nodding, then moved to the coffee pot. 'Sleep OK?' She shrugged her shoulders, much like the way Michael had done just moments before. God, they were made for each other.

Eve drew in a shaky breath, then headed for the door. 'I'm going.' She said, still moving.

'Where?' Michael asked, looking up.

'Out.' She snapped, charged out and slammed the door behind her. Michael winced.

EPOV

I walked as quickly as I could to hide the tears that were threatening to spill out and ruin my makeup. Again.

I sighed. I'd had enough of crying for one day.

As I opened the door to the gym, memories flooded into my mind. Of Shane, completely out of his own mind, of Claire, completely shattered and heartbroken, and of Michael… No. I wouldn't let myself think about him. That's why I came here.

'Hey Eve,' said the receptionist, smiling as I walked in. I hadn't told the others, but I still came to the gym, probably too often, to fence. I even made an account, so I didn't have to keep paying 10$ every time I wanted to come in. Fencing…It took my mind off things, made me feel calm, and made me forget about all my problems. All I thought about when I was fencing was fencing. It was simple.

I nodded to the receptionist, and continued inside.

The worst and hardest part of all this was walking down the corridor, past all the self satisfied jerks that thought it was in any way OK to whistle and slap my ass as I walked past. Idiots.

I opened the door to the fencing room, walked swiftly inside and began to change into my fencing outfit. As I turned towards the piste, ready to practice, I saw that Oliver had beaten me to it. He hadn't seen me come in, so I decided to stand and watch. Wow, I thought. He's good… I cocked my head to the side as I watched him lunge, swipe, duck, lunge, swipe, duck. It was almost hypnotic. I sighed.

And Oliver heard.

He turned straight away, and his angry stare bore into me like a laser.

'How long have you been standing there?' I demanded. He didn't need to shout to prove that he was angry.

'I don't know, like, 30 seconds. I'm surprised you didn't hear me, what with the vampire senses and all. Maybe you're losing them with old age.' I shrugged, smiled brightly, and hopped up onto the piste.

Before I could do anything else, I felt the cold edge of a blade at my throat.

'Oh, come on, it was a joke. Lighten up, man!' I said. Watching his expression, he obviously didn't find it funny. But he withdrew his sabre and zipped to the other side of the runway.

And then he got into starting position.

Oh, god. No one knows I'm here. He could kill me and totally get away with it! I thought, panic flooding my thoughts and drowning all reason and hope I might previously have had.

What could I have done? Walked away? Let him know I was afraid? No. I would rather die.

I took up starting position.

What happened next was all a blur. I remember him lunging, and it all kicking off in a frantic dance. I remember being hit in the shoulder, hard enough to cause damage. He started off easy, going slowly, obviously drawing it out, milking it for all its enjoyment. Sick son of a bitch.

And then it all stopped, suddenly, just like that, and we were face to face (or as close as face to face could be with us, seeing how much taller he was than me), swords crossed.

He frowned at me.

'There was real rage in that fight.' He said, sounding more astonished than anything else.

'Michael broke up with me.' I choked, then pushed back off Oliver and began to walk away.

'Wait.' I heard him say, and I stopped. 'Stay.' I turned around, and obviously looked the way I felt – confused, scared, hurt and surprised. He rolled his eyes. 'To fight. I see potential in you. I want to build on it.'

We stood, staring at each other for what seemed like too long, before I nodded, tears forming in my eyes.

Oliver gave me what almost looked like an attempt at a sympathetic smile. Huh. I thought. Weird.

MPOV

She was angry at me. God, that hurt.

I can't take it back. I can't. I always knew, deep down, that this wouldn't work. I knew I would hurt her, both emotionally and physically. I always knew, and yet when it actually happened, I wasn't prepared at all.

I thought we could work past this, but we can't. I did the right thing. Didn't I?

'Michael.' Claire said softly. 'What's going on?' She asked, putting her hand on my arm.

'Eve and I are over.' I whispered, and tasted my salty tears as they rolled down my face and on to my lips. I didn't wipe them away. I didn't care anymore, not about anything, not about anyone, and especially not myself. I didn't care about anything. Except Eve.

I wondered if, wherever she had gone, she was crying too?

'Oh my god, Michael!' She squeaked, and flung her arms around my neck. 'Are you ok?'

I felt numb.

She was angry at me.

'What… How…?' She tried, but couldn't find the right words.

'I…' I began, drawing in a sharp, painful breath. Everything was painful now. 'I couldn't stand hurting her anymore. I couldn't take knowing what I was putting her through, each and every day. It's better this way. It is… Isn't it?' I looked up at her, and her eyes widened. I'd made her uncomfortable. Great. 'Sorry,' I said, and stood up to leave.

'No, wait, don't apologise. Michael, please stay. Talk to me.' She pleaded, leaping up to pull me back by my arm. I let her drag me back to the table, and slumped down into my chair.

'Agh!' I moaned, crossing my arms on the table and burying my head in them. 'I'm such an idiot, I'm such an idiot!'

I clenched my fists, and felt Claire's arm around my shoulders.

'No, Michael, you're not. You're trying to protect her! And if she doesn't know it now, she will in time.'

She's angry at me.

'I hate myself. She's broken hearted, I could see it in her eyes. I did that to her. Me. The person who promised to love and protect her for the rest of her life. I don't know what I was thinking, asking her to marry me. I don't know anything anymore.' I sat up. 'I hate this. So much.' I whispered.

She's angry at me.

EPOV

'Oliver, please let me sit down!' I begged. My feet ached, and I felt blisters forming on my hands.

'In a minute.' He waved his hand dismissively. 'Show me again.'

I groaned, raising my arms back into position and lunging.

'No, no!' Oliver boomed, and before I could protest, he was physically moving me into position from behind.

'Hey!' I yelled, spinning round to face him. We were chest to chest, and I felt his breath on my face.

And then, before I knew what was happening, his cold, strong hands were in my hair and on my back, and his smooth, soft lips were on mine.