You want updates, I give updates! And sorry, I completely forgot about everything once again! Ohemgeee! So excited, going to see Bowling For Soup in like 2 months then its my birthday like 2 days later. And I'm getting 2 Shane Dawson shirts! I effing love Shane Dawson! (might have something to do as to why I associate Shane Collins to him .. I dunno (; ) Oh, and btw! This chapter might be a bit creepy but I was on the bus (by myself. fail) and I had this idea and thought it was too creepily delicious not to put in this story! Hope you are not like, wow this girl is creepy lets stop reading this story! It will stop getting creepy soooon!

Oh and btw, back to Claire's POV.

I came around with a pounding headache and I felt breathless. A dullness surrounded me, and I felt groggy. I was lying on the floor and it was rather cold, I sat up and rubbed my head. Pulling my sleeves down so cover my arms I realised where I was. It was the church I had ran into when being chased my Monica and her 'friends' where I had first met Amelie. It looked the same as it had before, only abandoned looking. It had been the only above ground church in Morganville, the rest underground because they were hiding from the vamps. It was dark, night time of course. Shit, anyone could barge in here if they smelt my blood.

Oh, yeah. I was bleeding.

I wiped the blood from my forehead with the bottom of my tee shirt. Good, another one ruined. Morganville didn't much care for my clothes over the years. And, then the air turned even colder.

Not freezing cold.

Deathly cold.

I held my breath, and tried to find the source of the coldness. Was it a ghost, and Michael had once been before everyone moved into the Glass house? Or was it one of those hybrid monsters Myrnin had once worked on? Or was it one of them, a vampire? A bad one.

All of a sudden, a candle sparked in the dark. For a flicker of a second, I saw a ghostly pale hand in the dim light. Then I heard footsteps. Another candle popped up at the other side of the room. A slight laugh, a mans laugh, an evil laugh. And in a second, the church was in a blaze of light, candles sparked everywhere, at the sides of every pew, around the organ and around the stained glass windows, depicting important scenes from the bible. Standing in front of every seat, in the very middle of the isle was the person I never wanted to see again, the person I loathed the most. He made Oliver look like a little puppy dog. He had a look in his eyes, ablaze with something that scared me. Craziness? No. Madness? Most definitely. Stephen gave a low growl in the back of his throat that rumbles trough the stillness of the world around us.

"Come, my lovely." He said, almost a whisper and held his hand out. I looked at him with a dumbstruck expression, because he obviously was crazy. Could he not remember what had happened before. But before I could shout a protest back, she shot down the isle and dragged me by an arm to the front. He was walking slowly, which made no sense to me, he was a vampire he should be running. I soon realised why he was walking slowly.

And it killed me inside.

On the very front pew, someone was sitting. Legs tied together and hands tied behind their back. A bandana or something was tied around their mouth, to stop them from shouting and attracting attention. To shout for help. And then a tiny slap in my brain snapped and I realised who it was. And I gasped.

Eve.

I shook my head, no. No! This couldn't be happening! Eve's eyes were red, she had been crying. She looked at me, but there was nothing there. Her eyes were blank. Like she wasn't here at all. She was dressed in an old fashioned bridesmaids dress. It was a dirty white, with long sleeves and the neckline was very high. At the waist, it was pulled in by a tight band, with flowers tucked into it. The skirt came to her knees, quite a contrast to her fishnets and biker boots. She looked like a messed up little 18th centuary princess. My heart smashed. This was my best friend, he had brought my best friend here, for whatever reason. But I wouldn't stand for it.

I kicked his leg and punched at his arm, but him being a vampire he didn't move even as much at a stumble. But he did smile. I looked back to Eve, she was shaking. It's almost a miracle her particles didn't start shaking too causing a quivering black outline, in true cartoon style. But no this wasn't and episode of Tom and Jerry or Scooby Doo. Or Family Guy. Things weren't just going to go back to normal at the end of the episode. This was real life, and jumping on the bed doesn't cause normal baby heads to turn into huge football shaped heads. People got hurt, there was real blood. Fresh wounds, old scars.

Steven grabbed both my arms, and I froze in shock. He turned me round to the opposite Eve's and what little pieces left of my heart shattered even more.

Michael was sitting there, tied up exactly the same as Eve. Michael was two years older that Steven. So either, Steven had super strength or there was help on his plan. I didn't doubt either. Michael's hair was glued back, in the old fashioned kind of way. He was wearing a off white suit, similar to the colour of Eve's dress. He had a look of plain terror and fury on his face. Eve was still blank. Those ropes must be super strong, to hold Michael.

Wait a minute.

Hiding behind the seat, was a clear bottle of something. Silver. It looked like a water substance. I looked back to Michael's, at his wrists. They were sore and raw, yup silver to me. He stared at me, with shock. And something I'd never seen on him before.

Fear.

That tore me apart inside.

Steve tightened his grip on my and pulled me up the few stairs to the stage area. I stared at him, at everything. What the hell was going on?

"Steven, what the fuck is going on?" I said as politely as I could in this situation.

"You decided to break it off with me, but oh no. I said I'd get my revenge. So, you gonna start to rue the day you dumped me. Rue it?"

"Whoa! Super obsessive iCarly fan or what?"

"Was it too much"

"Yeah, just a little."

"Sorry."

"It's cool. Where were we? Oh, yeah. Psycho vampire kidnaps house of people."

"It's your fault! And now, I'm about to ruin everyone's lives."

He cleared his throat, and a vampire, no one Claire had seen. Must have been the hitchhiker who changed him. Well he didn't look like a hitchhiker. He looked young, younger that me. About sixteen. He was kinda short and lanky with black hair. He had doc martens on with baggy jeans and a plaid shirt. He reminded me of a clean Jason. But after seeing what was in his hand, I couldn't notice him any longer.

In his hand, was Shane. The dude was dragging him out, but Shane's mouth wasn't tied up like Eve or Michael.

" … you blood feeder cock sucker sparkly fairy bastard!" Eve had lent him the box set of the Twilight films. Why?

"No, what! Steven, what the fuck! Don't hurt him!"

Shane noticed me.

"Claire!"

"Shane, what's going on?"

"I don't know, this douche bag came and knocked me out, tied me up and brought me here. So, yeah."

"May I but in?" Steven asked. "Let's get this show underway, shall we?" And a devilish grin crossed his face.

"Wait, what?" I asked, seriously this was way beyond a joke.

"Well, you were going to marry me someday, eh?"

"Well, yeah. Before you ruined my life and turned into this total dick."

"So, Claire this it it. Either you die or marry me. And the dying thing, it means your friends die too. And to be honest I'm not so big on the dying thing so you really only have the one option."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"No."

"Shit."

Eve was breathing heavily now, and when I looked at her she had started to cry again. I looked over to Michael, he wanted to go to her. You could see it in his eyes. But the silver coated ropes would be burning his skin by now. His eyes seemed lost and hurt, like a little boy's. And I had to reminded myself that Michael wasn't much older than me, only by two years. Although he was forever frozen at eighteen, he was still like my brother. And it hurt to see family in pain.

I wondered what Shane was thinking.

I thought he was thinking about how much he hated me, and never wanted to see me again. I remembered back to simpler times …

I twirled under his arm, my dress spinning out. I found his smile again, that perfect, loppy smile. I couldn't help smile back, I don't think anyone could.

"You look beautiful!" He said and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"As you've told me. Oh, and you too." I said blushing.

"I, er. Hmm." He stuttered.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing! Lets dance some more! I love this song!"

Jasey Rae by All Time Low.

We sang the words, though the thought of Shane loving such a thoughtful song burned in the back of my mind. He took my hand and started singing to me.

"I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet but we gamble with desire. I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire. But recently the flames are getting out of control."

He stopped and smiled.

"Danvers, I'm not perfect. No, I'm nowhere even near not perfect. But I just want you to know, I'd do anything for you. You're my little smart ass. I, um …"Oh. My. God.

Was he going to finally say it, something inside me made my head go fuzzy. But another pleaded for it to be true. Truer than true and true put together! Oh, dear god. He had to!

But he turned and left when Dance Dance came on. He went into the centre of a big circle of people and disappeared. I pushed my way to the front only to realise he was having a dance off with Michael and some other guys from their classes. I clapped, cheered, and smiled and sang along but more buring occurred in my mind. What was Shane trying to tell me.

"Alright dudes!" The DJ shouted. "Grab your girls, we're gonna slow it down!"

Shane bounded up to me.

"Can I have this dance?"

"No sorry, I promised Josh the Jake I'd dance with him."

He actually looked hurt.

"Dude, I'm kidding!" And being Shane he laughed it off.

He took me into the crowd to dance as the sweet and soft beginning to All I Wanted by Paramore began. We swayed slowly along with the rest of the bodies. Shane gave me a look I had never seen on him before. A look that scared me a little and made my heart flip.

A lot.

It was a look of everything. He just stared at me with this look, and I could have fainted from the attention. I looked down and took a deep breath before looking at him again and steadied myself. But before I could look up, he sighed and pulled my face inches from his.

"I love you." He said. And after it, he had no regret.

I took in a ragged harsh breath. I still couldn't look at him.

"I love you too, Shane." I whispered. I felt him sigh with relief. And he smiled when I looked back at him.

"I'm afraid your stuck with me then, Danvers. Forever and always."

"I think I can survive."

And he kissed me with something I had never experienced before.

Pure everything.

I returned back to the church. Everything was here, not a dream.

Well my day couldn't have got crapper.

Bigger and better chapters soon (; ehxoh xo.