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Chapter Two
Claire's POV:
Shane meets me at the door as I leave my last class of the day. His arm wraps around my shoulder as he pulls me against his side. He lays a gentle kiss on the top of my head as he pulls me into a walk.
"How was class?" he asks, his hand stroking up and down my arm.
"It was... interesting, to say the least," I sigh, shaking my head.
"I'm afraid to ask because it will probably make my head hurt," Shane teases. I roll my eyes.
"It's not that difficult, Shane," I say, hitting his arm lightly.
"I'm not a smarty pants like you, Claire," Shane taps the tip of my nose. I frown at him.
Shane pulls me in for a kiss, his body fitting to mine perfectly. He tastes like coffee with an underlying tone that's all his own. He wraps his arms around my waist, molding his lips to mine.
"I love you," Shane whispers when we finally pull back. His expression is dazed and lazy.
"I love you, too," I say, giving him gentle kiss before taking his hand and resuming walking home. We're almost back to our house when a gloved hand wraps around my mouth. I struggle until I feel the cold blade of a knife against my throat.
"Don't hurt her," Shane says, his expression fighting to stay calm. He raises his palms to show that his hands are empty.
"Follow," a muffled voice says," If you try anything, she dies."
Shane nods slowly. The man marches us through a few alleys before coming to a warehouse. He walks me through the door which immediately closes after Shane enters. He shoves us into a side room.
"Claire? Shane?" Eve's voice says from behind us," What's going on?"
"I don't know," I answer truthfully. Michael is keeping Eve close to him, his arms wrapped around her.
"I don't like this," Shane says, looking me over to make sure that I'm okay.
"That's a smart decision," a voice says, stepping out of the shadows. The door opens and two more vampires step in.
"Why are we here?" Shane demands, positioning himself between me and the vampires.
"You are here because I want information out of her," he levels a finger at me," The female back there is here because I want information out of him."
One of the vampires grabs me and the other grabs Shane. I struggle, reaching back to grab a knife out of my bag. The vampire grabs my other arm, tightening his grip painfully. I wince.
Shane struggles profusely, almost getting free a few times. I'm thrown into a chair. I'm in motion as soon as he lets me go, grabbing the chair and smashing it over his head. I shove a piece of the chair into his chest, finding my mark instantly. He collapses.
Shane is trading blows with the woman who was holding him. I pulls a small, travel sized bow out of my bag and notch an arrow. When I let it fly, it hits her in the chest and knocks her backward.
"I insist that you stop," I turn to see the man holding Eve by her hair, his fangs an inch from her neck. Michael grabs the man's hair and turns him toward him, punching him in the jaw. He lets go of Eve, stumbling backward, shocked.
The man moves at me as I let another arrow loose. It grazes his arm as he moves to the side. In a flash, he's in front of me. He pushes the bow back, causing it to hit me in the head. I stumble back, tripping and falling. My head smacks against the floor. Everything goes dark.