Hey guys, breacrazybates here. I thought that I should warn you guys ahead of time that this chapter is more rated M then R. As always, R&R. You guys are awesome. And thank you for taking time to read it.
Chapter Three
Claire's POV:
When I come to, I'm on my back and the lights above me are very bright. I try to sit up but find that I can't move my body. I can't even lift my head. I feel some sort of material against my forehead which must be what is preventing me from moving. Someone leans over me and it takes me a moment to focus on their face. It's the man from earlier.
"You're finally awake. I was going to use the boy against you but it seems that there was an accident and he is no longer with us," the smile the man has on his face makes my heart turn cold. He has to be lying.
"Shane!" I struggle, hoping he will answer me. When I don't hear a response, a tendril of fear wraps around my heart. It can't be true.
"I'm afraid that he can't answer you," the man removes the bond from my head and turns my head to the left. A sob bursts from my throat.
Shane is lying on the floor, blood surrounding him. His head is twisted the wrong way and there are fang marks on his neck. I feel my body begin to shake and I close my eyes, willing the image to go away. When I open my eyes, it's still there.
"I will kill you," I promise, tears filling my throat. Despite the shaking of my body, I mean every word of it. He will die and it will be by my hands.
"For now, I would worry about you. If you don't tell me what I want to know, there will be consequences," He grabs my chin firmly and turns my head to look back up, strapping my head back into place.
"What do you want from me?" I don't bother to disguise my anger.
"Information. I want you tell me everything you know about Myrnin, Oliver, and Amelie," the man instructs.
I want to sit here and sob, mourning my loss for Shane but he would definitely be pissed off at me if I did that. I have to live through this. I can't put Michael and Eve through my death too. I steel my resolve, promising myself all the time in world after I get out of this. A small part of me doesn't want to live through this, it wants to join Shane and just stay there with him forever but he would never forgive me if I did that. I'll worry about that later.
"What makes you think that I know anything about them?" I say, steeling myself. My voice only wavers slightly.
"You seem to be heavily involved with all three," he says simply. I feel him sticking something to my temples.
"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice cautious. He finishes and leans over me.
"You have one minute to tell me what I want to know or you will receive your punishment. I will get my answers out of you, one way or another," he says. There's something in his voice that I don't like.
I clench my jaw. I can't give them up. I refuse. I stare at him in silence for what must have been the longest minute of my life. He sighs and shakes his head, as if having to punish a small child, and tsks me.
"I wish you were more cooperative. This would be easier for both me and you," he says, and begins to fiddle with some machine next to me. I hear it whir to life and then he presses a button.
Pain fills my body and I can't stop the scream that pours out of me. I hear a banging noise but it sounds far away. After what feels like an eternity, the pain stops but my body still aches and my fingers twitch.
"Claire!" I hear Michael yelling and the banging sound continues consistently.
"Claire! Are you okay?" Eve sounds frantic and scared. I wish I could answer them but my voice is hoarse and only comes out as a croak.
"I'll give you a minute to recover but than I expect some answers," he says firmly. I'm not sure how long I lay there, pain wracking my body but I'm pulled from my thoughts by a crashing noise.
Police officers, human and vampire alike, fill the room. Someone walks over to me and frees me. I move carefully but everything hurts. Tears fill my eyes.
"What happened?" the officer asks me. I don't bother looking up. Nothing matters anymore. I answer him in a small voice, trying to force my sobs back. Eve and Michael push past him. Eve hugs me fiercely but stops when I cry out.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Eve asks hurriedly.
"I think I was given an electric shock," I stare down at my shaking hands and finally force myself to look over at Shane's body. Officers are kneeling around it, all talking at once. I sob and wrap my arms around my myself.
"Shane..." My voice is nothing more than a whisper. I can't stop the sobs wracking through my body.
"What about Shane?" Michael asks, a confused look on his face.
"H-He's d-dead," I hiccup, pointing to his body. Eve and Michael both turn to look, their eyes widening.