ohaiderr! In another writey mood, I'm wanting this to be an action packed chapter so, if I fail don't blame me but it is late and I have school tomorrow and annoying people are talking to me on MSN and they won't leave me alone. Grr! Oh and 3rd person this chapter, not done that in a while.

Claire pulled on her dress. It was a red strapless dress with a black band across the middle, paired with a bow. It complimented her slim figure, yet added curves at the same time. Under the band, it blew out into a spectacular skirt. With about a dozen layers of netting underneath, the skirt came about two and a half feet from her own. At one side, it was ruffled up a bit, to reveal a layer of black silk underneath it. She teamed it with a pair of black converse - Claire was never one for high heels - and laced them up as they hid under her skirt.

She unclipped the necklace that hung from her neck. It read 'friend.' Eve having the 'best' part. It was half a heart with a blue sparkly gemstone in the middle. She replaced it with a necklace - silver of course - that Shane had bought her. It was a little heart locket, with an intricate design of leaves and branches intertwined on the front of it. She un clicked the lock and opened it. On the inside, she had put a picture of Shane, and to the right side he had engraved a note before he gave it to her. ' I love you, Jailbait.' she smiled every time she read it. Claire clicked it shut and focused of finishing her makeup. A little mascara there and a little red lipstick there and she was finished.

Her long brown hair was styled into fashion that only belonged to a princess of the forest. Across the top of her head, was a plait, pinned at the other side. The rest of her hair was bound into a loose bun, at the lower side of her head. A single curl escaped and hung next to her face.

The doorbell rung, and with a quick twirl in front of her mirror, she left her room to answer it. Her mother beat her too it, and she could hear talking coming from the hall.

"Ah, Shane. Won't you come in." She heard her mother say.

"Hey, Mrs Danvers." And She heard Shane walking on the wood flooring.

Claire turned the corner and headed down the stairs, taking every step like it was a red carpet. She moved with grace, and she knew everyone's eyes were on her. Well, everyone's eyes being her Mom and Dad. Oh, and Shane. He was wearing a white shirt, and a black tie. Claire had made him wear this - he was planning on wearing a tee with a tie and waistcoat painted on it. So not formal enough - and she would never let him know how handsome she thought he looked in it. He teamed it with a simple and sleek black tux jacket and pants, and - in true Shane fashion- converse. When she reached the bottom of the stairs and she did a little turn, to show off her dress.

"Oh, Claire baby, you look beautiful!" Her mother squealed.

"Agreed." She heard Shane say, but she could only hear him because she was standing next to him. Her mother and father hadn't.

"My girls all grown up." Her Dad said.

"Les! Get the camera out!" Her mother shouted, never taking her eyes off Claire.

"I'm standing right next to you." Her dad said.

"Go get the camera Les, or Claire and Shane will be late."

While Claire's dad went to get the camera, Shane brought a corsage from his suit jacket. It was a little black ribbon band, with a single red rose on it, crowded with little black sparkles. Claire gasped when she saw it, and Shane tied it to her wrist. She held it out to turned it in the light, watching the sparkles glisten and dance.

"You like it?"

"No."

"Really?" Shane looked hurt.

"I love it!" She said and gave him a hug. She looked up at him and he looked down to lick her nose. She squealed and giggled, luckily her mother didn't see it. She blushed at the thought. By now her father had came back with the camera. Another ring at the doorbell. Claire escaped from Shane's clutches and answered it. Michael and Eve stood there, smiling and glowing. Eve had just turned Goth about six months ago and was living it to the max in a gorgeous gothic dress. It was strapless - like Claire's, but could put her dress to shame - and was a deep black purple. The skirt wasn't as fancy as Claire's, yet even more beautiful at the same time. It was black fabric, too soft yet too defined to be silk. At one side, it was hitched up to her thigh, with a little clip made to look like a sparkling skull. It showed off a perfectly pale leg. A chunky pair of boots were just visible from under the dress. She wore fishnet wrist warmers with a big snake ring that twisted up her finger. Around her neck was a choker, chains hanging and a perfectly antique looking black cross hanging from the middle. Her long black hair was backcombed at the roots, giving her lots of volume on the top, and it came in thinner at the bottom. A large side fringe swept across her face. It was complimented by a purple skull bow hair clip. Her makeup was rice powder pale, eyes ringed in black and lips blacker than liquorice. Michael on the other hand looked godly in his tuxedo. He was wearing the same kind of style as Shane, but he looked more smarter in it. Well, this was Michael, he made everything look amazing. He was wearing dress shoes though, and his blonde hair was slightly ruffled by the wind. He smiled at Claire.

"Ready to leave?" He asked.

"No, no!" Claire's mother squealed. "Pictures! Pictures!" And she raced to grab the camera from her husband's hands. He juggled it as she took it, and smiled an sympathetic smile to Claire. Sorry, he mouthed. She just waved it off and grinned back.

They posed for photos; of Shane and Claire, Michael and Eve, Claire and Eve, Michael and Shane. And a big group photo, and another where they made silly faces, a memory never to forget.

Her mother and father waved them off as the got into the limousine. It was a long black one, with a dance club interior, with leather seats and disco balls. There was cokes and diet cokes in tubs of ice and little wrapped chocolates as well. Michael and Shane had a competition to see who could cram the most in there mouth, against the protests of Eve and Claire, who were constantly saying they were going to be sick everywhere. Luckily they weren't.

The limo stopped outside their high school, and Eve left, Michael in hand. He twirled her under his arm as they made their way to the front doors. She giggled and he put his arm around her, opening the doors. Claire sighed, and turned her vision to Shane.

"You sure you wanna do this? There's gonna be dancing." He pointed out. Claire was never one for dancing.

"Sure I do! You only get one chance at this!"

"Well then, Miss Danvers. Lets go to prom."

Claire wiped her tear at the memory. Shane was so perfect, and what was she? A little geek girl who's only use in Morganville was to be slave to Amelie, the super bad ass vampire founder of Morganville. She could hear Shane and Michael shouting at a game downstairs, probably Call of Duty 2 or Assassins Creed - he was pretty addicted to them right now - and she wished she were there with them. Eve was in her room, the only reason she could tell was because she heard Hannah Montana playing, Eve's new guilty pleasure. She wanted to go see her, have Eve sort her out. Be the big sister she never had. But Claire wasn't looking for sympathy. She wanted to go downstairs and curl up on the couch with Shane, and wake up from this horrible dream, but she couldn't. This was realer than real got.

In Morganville, anyway.

She sighed, deciding she was hungry and hoping there was some extra chilli left over from once upon a dinnertime. She heaved her heavy feet down the stairs and into the kitchen, wincing as she had to walk past the living room door, knowing Shane was inside. She opened the fridge, and scanning the shelves. A footstep behind her, and she stood straight up; alert. She whirled round to find someone she didn't want to ever see again. He smiled at her, showing a gleam of fangs.

"Hey, Claire Bear." He said obnoxiously. "Remember me?" as if she could forget.

"Wha .. How - how did you get in?" The rules on the Glass House were no vampire could get in, unless invited. And he certainly wasn't invited. She didn't think even Oliver would invite him into a house. But there he stood, as clear as day. Steven,

"Only applies to Morganville vamps. Sure I'm a Texas vamp, but I wasn't created in Morganville.""So, how were you created?" Claire asked full of uncertainty.

"Well, on my visit you see my one and only," he pointed to Claire, she winced. "I was stopped at the town limits, a random dude, asking if he could hitch a lift into town, it was daylight and everyone was out so I though what's the harm. Obviously I didn't know about them, until this randomer started telling me. I didn't believe him, until his sharp fangs snapped into place and he bit down on my neck. I decided to come get you from work at the evening, knowing it would be darker. He said I couldn't go out in the sun. I wouldn't have belived him, if he hadn't stuck his finger out the car window 'til it sizzled like bacon. I didn't know how I even realised he was talking to me, the hunger was unbearable. But he took hold of the wheel, and into an alley, where two girls were ties up. He said tuck in, and I did." He said it with a smug look on his face and Claire wanted to be sick. "So, here I am now. Here to take what truthfully belongs to me." She wanted to scream, but she couldn't breathe in enough air in time.

And before she knew it, she was too late.

Steven grabbed her by the waist, super vampire speed, and she finally screamed. Michael flew through the door - dang it, that was a really expensive door. Oh trust Claire to be worrying about doors at a time like this - with Shane hot on his trail. She shot her arm out, even though she was at least a few feet away, for Michael to catch her. It was no use, Steven dragged her into the night. And she was left with the image of Shane's face screaming for her, as a dark Morganville night closed around her.

At this point, being Claire, she blacked out.

Another update, probably before the end of this week. Any ideas for the old Dear Dead Diary: Myrnin's Diary? Needing some ideas .. Please review for cookies ;DD taaaah 3xxx