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Myrnins POV

Personally, I really didn't care about Shreve. I had higher tasks to take care of like bring Claire back and remember to feed Bob, he's a big boy now. But Michael wouldn't budge from the subject. I guess he realizes that I take no interest in her, since she is neither a vampire or useful to me like Claire was, and will be.

"But we have to get her back, Myrnin, you don't understand" Michael pleaded. My presence probably the only reason he hasn't bolted and tried to get her back singlehandedly. He looked a bit like a younger version of me, chasing after someone he loved; I remember the times Ada was in trouble, the times I had to rescue her. Love. And still, she visits me, in a sense. Not a ghost and not a spirit either, just passing through as she called it. She hasn't visited in a while, probably because of Claire, oh how she despises Claire. But I can't help it, she's my assistant, and assistants in Morganville are not found easily.

"I presume the haunting presence hasn't made itself clear enough. I am your elder, and you will listen. We will not go and retrieve your mate until we have gained numbers and experience, presumably, Claire." I stated clearly as I set up my latest contraption. Quite a beauty, really. It probably looked like ghost hunting gear, and it wasn't far away from that description.

"Look, Michael, McCrakula's right, you couldn't take them on alone, Amelie can't take them on, and we should at least listen to the house." Shane huffed. I knew it was hard for him to admit my rightfulness, and I knew he wanted her back more than I did. But I didn't quite like the name.

"You could help me, or waste time with chitter-chatter" I loved words like that, and I knew Claire finds them humorous. I flashed them a crazy smile and sped upstairs, to her bedroom.

The door hasn't been open in a while, and I could hear the grumbles of the boys downstairs, commenting on my departure. I didn't care, and as soon as I stepped into the room, a wave of familiarness flooded through me. Her scent was everywhere, even though it wasn't fresh. I wandered through the abandoned bedroom, not letting previous memories flood. The glass house has a rich history, of residents and well...accidents. Seems it's always centred around the craziness. Maybe it just had a bad history of residents. Maybe not.

My quest was to find something that could act as a part of her, something that she had a link to. I guess that Bob the spider could be a candidate, since he sees her as a mother figure. I started to go through her bookshelves, finding a physics book she has lately read. That would do, she always seemed attached to physics. There were quite a few pictures, and I found one of her with all her friends, all smiles beaming, having a jolly good time by the looks of it. I pushed down the feelings of wariness and added it to the pile.

Overcame by the pain, I couldn't stop the pounding in my head, that's what happens when one forgets to feed often, a dry throat, a bad temper, and a headache. None the matter, food will have to wait, but a part of me, the caged beast, scoffed at the offer of refrigerated blood, and craved the joys of the hunt.

Shanes POV

The promise of having Claire back was just unbelievable. But I guess that was Morganville's speciality. Myrnin dashed upstairs, muttering something about finishing touches, to his mess of a machine. To me it looked like someone welded pieces of metal together, added a leaver and a massive screw. Well at least he knew what he was doing. I hope.

"Did you say something?"Michael asked as he poked his head from the kitchen door. He seemed paler than usual, and I swear, as soon as we get Claire back, we will get Eve. She deserves that.

"No bro, you must be hearing things, wouldn't be the first time" I joked. Vampire hearing, he probably can hear Myrnin muttering upstairs, probably concerned at the lack of slippers in this household.

"Ah well...snack? I know how much you love sandwiches "He winked. I knew he was trying, and a sandwich didn't sound too bad right now.

"Be a dear and grab me a coke as you do" I batted my eyelashes at him, following his bravado. Its always fun to mess around with Mikey, it brings the world back to normal for a few moments.

"Yes, dear!" he said in a high soprano voice. I winced at the pitch, he seriously sounded like a 10 year old girl. It didn't help that he was playing housewife. I paced as Mikey busied himself in the kitchen, channelling his inner Eve as he took care of everyone, providing food and drinks. Man, I wish Claire could see him now, she probably just laugh at him and his lack of masculinity.

Was it right? To bring Claire back? As much as I love her, I questioned my sanity of the thought. What if she moved on to wherever people go to after death, what if she isn't stuck in this house? I know Claire and she would have tried by now, to show any sings of her presence...but again the past few days have been spooky. How Monica got booted off the porch, and the door slamming. Green. All green.

A crash and a moan came from the kitchen, even if it was quiet, in this silent house, no noise came unnoticed. I rushed in the kitchen, to find Mikey slumped on the floor, glass all around him, and his head in his hands. I did the most reasonable thing I could do. I approached him slowly, since you could never know with vampires, to make my presence known.

"Mikey? Whats wrong?" again, cautiously as ever. A million thoughts passed through my mind at light speed. Was he having an episode? A nervous breakdown? Just as I ran out of questions, Myrnin appeared.

"Well, we're set up, you should really stop this tea party you have, I'm hurt I'm not invited" He pouted, sprouting nonsense as usual. I gave him a deadly serious glare.

"Well, we do have to hurry things along "He eyed the blood bag Michael set out with deadly eyes. Eww. Just as he was about to walk out, Michael started to speak.

"Voices...they're speaking to me" He looked up with troubled eyes, all joking aside. My first instinct was to laugh, but the draft that passed through the house next had me shivering.

Normal has crashed around us.

Sorry to leave a cliffy, but I WILL try to update again soon, whenever I have time in the next few crazy weeks. Again, I would like to thank you for reading and reviewing, they give me that boost of confidence to write more :)