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Chapter Six

Claire's POV:

"It's not real," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I hear the front door open and open my eyes to see Shane. I rush into his arms, catching him by surprise. I wrap my arms tightly around him, squeezing him as tightly as I can. He hugs me back, kissing my forehead.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" Something sounds slightly off about his voice. When I look up, something about his expression stops me in my tracks. This is expression is not one that I have ever seen on Shane's face. He looks like he's forcing it.

I pull away, trying to pull out of his arms. His arms tighten around me and the face morphs into one that sends my heart into overdrive. In Shane's place is Marcus.

"Marcus," I grind out through my teeth, my anger apparent. His expression is entirely too smug, and it makes me angry.

I stomp on his foot as hard as I can, causing him to flinch slightly. I push him away from me. He stumbles backward into the door. My heart races as I dash into the kitchen. Under the sink is Shane's Morganville emergency bag.

I yank the zipper down and grab a silver knife. I don't have time to get the bow and arrows ready. I spin and hold the knife out in front of me, steadying my hands. My fear diminishes now that I have a weapon.

"Maybe you should put the knife down, Little Girl," Marcus' voice comes out sounding cloyingly sweet. This would have scared me years ago, but it doesn't anymore.

"I think that's a very bad idea. You don't scare me," He almost seems shocked by my lack of a response.

"Are you sure about that?" Marcus attempts to scare me as he walks closer, putting himself within range. He's underestimating me," Could you really hurt me?"

I swing the knife, the blade cutting across his chest. He bellows in pain, flinging himself away from me to prevent more damage. The shock in his expression proves that he had underestimated me. He wasn't going to anymore though, and his expression morphed to one of complete anger.

The front door opens and Marcus glares at me before stumbling out of the backdoor and slamming it behind him.

"Claire!" Shane runs into the kitchen, stopping when he sees the knife in my hand," Are you okay?"

It takes me a second to realize that I can see him. More footsteps enter the house. I lower the knife before finally throwing it in the sink. Shane rushes me, hugging me tightly.

"Claire? Shane? What the hell happened in here?" Eve's voice is loud as it rings through the house.

"Kitchen," Shane yells in response. Michael and Eve walk into the kitchen, looking like they expect a dead body or something along those lines.

"What happened? I really hope this isn't your version of redecorating because it's a real mess," Shane looks really worried.

"I'm fine. Marcus decided to pay a visit. It turns out that he can mimic faces and voices. I'm okay, because he wasn't scared of me. He thought I was too little to hurt him," I say, shrugging. I turn to the sink to rinse the blood off of the knife.

"You'd think that every vampire knew to fear our Claire," Michael teases. I roll my eyes.

"I'm glad he didn't because I'm not sure how that fight would have gone if he had feared me," I didn't finish with how close I came to a mental break before he showed up.

"Can you still not see Shane?" Eve asks, glancing at where Shane is standing.

"I'm not sure what happened, but I can see him. I guess he final weakened," I say, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

"Weakened? What do you mean?" Shane hands out sodas before grabbing his own and chugging half of the can. I roll my eyes.

"Amelie visited me. She said Marcus can only hide something in plain sight for some time before he becomes tired. He must have gotten tired or maybe it stops if he is injured physically. I'll have to ask Amelie to clarify. For now, you guys can go relax while I clean up this mess," I say, grabbing a few dirty towels and some cleaning solution.

Not long after, I hear the sound of gun shots ringing from our living room. I clean and straighten up the house, slowly relaxing. After I finally finish, I sprawl on the couch, laying my head on Shane's lap. He smiles down at me briefly before continuing playing his game.

After a while, Shane turns on a movie and it becomes a battle of the commentary. I'm not sure what movie he put on but there are a lot of zombies and gun fire so it's pretty similar to the game he loves so much.

All in all, it's a very relaxing night to end a hectic day. The past few days seem far away as we Eve forces me to sit up and scoot into Shane's side so she and Michael can sit with us. It's been a while since we've hung out like this and it makes me smile. Moments like this make all the hell we go through worth it.