Hey guys, sorry this chapter is a bit late, I had internet troubles. Chapter 4 should be up tonight or tommorow. Enjoy :)
Shanes POV
I couldn't do anything. Not much anyway. My body immobile as I remembered what was the end of the happy days. The days with Claire. The best and worst of my pitiful life. And she showed me what love is. She gave me a reason to fight, every single day, but now... What do I have? I have mikey but he's soon going to forget and move on with Eve and live happily ever after...If there is such a thing in Morganville.
I sighed and moved. I really shouldn't be standing here. I should be figuring out ways to talk to mcCrackula since he's crazy to try anything for Claire. It's always Claire. It wouldn't be a surprise if he's cooking up a plan but, I know he has feelings for her. He looks at her more than a walking blood bag. And I know he can give her more than me, hell he can even show her the world and the 'wonders' of science, while I'm happy if I can manage an order in less than 5 minutes. Mikey boy would say I'm paranoid, but he doesn't know what it feels like when someone so close to your girl, someone who can offer her SO much, has feelings for her.
I found myself in my room, just looking at the dishevelled mess on the bed and remembering the amount of times we have snuggled there...I needed space, I needed to think, to talk to someone, because it seems like I can't escape from this hell. Everywhere I look, memories flash, even outside on the street, the second hand shop, the coffee grounds... I just can't stop myself, these images, invading me and all of my waking moments, claiming me and taking over me. And the stinging, overall, the stinging.
The only thing bringing me back to reality is the soft knock on the door, in this lonely house.
Myrnins POV
That wretched child. Knowing nothing of my plans, yet he still banishes me from the house. Doesn't matter, when he realizes... In that moment I realized what a funny word wretched was. Wretched. Wretched. Over and over in my mind, rattling around like a piece of iron, it brought back memories of hoop skirts and powdered wigs. The palaces and the courts and the kings and the queens and the... I realized I was on the floor in my lab, clutching my head in agony. How long has passed? What was I doing before? I stood up and smoothed out my shirt. I quite like this shirt, it reminds me of Bob. Didn't have anything to do with the fact that it had a spider sown in the most comical fashion. Shreve would like it.
Again, I had to compose myself and look for clues of my previous activity. Ah, a note on a book, the book from the vampire library it seems, from the etched spine.
Inform Amelie.
Of what? That Claire is dead? That Bob needs feeding? I curse myself for being so vague, clearly I underestimate my powers of remembrance. If only I still had an assistant...I looked down at my bunny slippers.
"Would you be willing for the job? I do need a hand in the lab and well, you know it just like Claire does. But we have to do something about your manners since you both never respond to me, since I never done fowl to you."
They flopped in a mocking fashion. They never understood me, like Claire did. I jolted upright. I remember now. My mission. T here might be a chance for Claire, my Claire. I must speak to Amelie first, consult her on the possibilities, the endless possibilities. I dashed to my room and picked up a hat, a trendy one with a peacock feather resting near the brim. Rather nice I would say, quite to my liking.
As I emerged outside, I was grateful for the night. Now, for a mode of transport. I could run, all the way to her office, blurring past pedestrians as they journeyed home in huddles. No-one would notice me. Just like in London as I zigged and zagged across the tight streets, with a much younger Amelie, when vampires where in greater numbers when...No. I shook my head again. Concentrate. What would Claire do? My eyes fell on the transportation box and I winced at the memory of my last drive. I couldn't, I wouldn't, but that's what Claire would do.
Minding my slippers, I got into the contraption and tried to start it, easing up the drive. Its okay, I think I'm getting better at this driving. Maybe.
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