I would like everyone for waiting patiently for this chapter. I would like to thank my reviewers for following the story. :) I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

In this chapter, both Michael's and Claire's POV happen at the same time. Hope you like it. :)

Michaels POV

Shane looked at me as if I had told him that I wanted to eat his face off. I don't think Claire would forgive me if I did. I was still on the floor and still wearing my blood-stained T-shirt, probably contrasting my pale skin. I must have dropped everything that I set up, along with the sandwich.

I didn't really know what was going on and seconds passed since the voice had appeared. I hear that voice before, when I was trapped here, I remember as it told me of my demise, the curse of being stuck in this house forever. If the voice didn't make things freaky enough, the draft that passed through the house had my hairs standing up. It wasn't a normal summer breeze, it was violent, building up from the smallest whisper, blowing paper everywhere. It didn't seem to be natural, and I'm pretty sure that the door is shut.

Michael..Mich..ael..

It whispered in my head, making me look around blindly. I didn't notice it but Myrnin and Shane were saying something, drowned out by the wind whistling in my ears and the persistent whispering. I do not respond to the voice, nor did I try. I just tried to gather my thoughts as Myrnins bunny slippers flapped in the wind.

Listen…trouble..

The words sailed through my head, they didn't make sense, I couldn't place the voice nor the words, but it seemed like a late warning. I stood up, trying to listen to the conversation taking place.

"You what? When? Who LET you?" Shane screamed, his eyes glazed over, fighting back the welled up tears.

"It needed to happen sooner or later and well, I HAVE done this before, boy" Myrning responded. He flashed a dangerous smile, making Shane to take a step back, as papers were starting to pick up. I didn't even know what they were talking about, it all sounded like gibberish anyway.

"What now? What's with the wind?" I demanded to get answers, since it seemed that I missed the delightful topic. Again, my head started to hurt.

"I just took Claire's body back, it's to make her live again" He growled. He was still on that, trying to get her back. I shuddered, I wondered how he pulled it off, but it's Myrnin, and he always gets the job done. Whatever the cost.

Listen….

That voice, it was bothering me again. I couldn't hold it in, my sheer frustration at this character. He sounded like an old man, but it wasn't always about appearances. I snapped, ignoring the on-going debate that was bound to be relentless.

"What do you want? Who are you?" I roared loudly. Shane flinched at my words, looking at me as if I lost my mind. I didn't care, crazier things have happened in Morganville. I backed away from the kitchen and went to the living room. It seemed that Myrning has decorated it with his machinery, along with a few items. A book and a picture, linked to a ring into the machine like a giant circuit, leaving four large gaps between the wires.

Hiram..we have a connection…blood…flesh…bone…friend…trouble…

The on-going monologue continued in my head. Hiram? The first Glass? It would make sense, just a little bit since we are related and I used to be a ghost here, but is this even possible? At that moment Shane walked into the room, took a quick look and faced me.

"What voices Mikey? There's no-one here apart from us…but Myrnin...He has her body." Shane gulped. I knew it was hard for him and I felt his shock, to have the body of someone you love. Well, that would break me. And I'm pretty sure he's handling this way better than I would have.

"Look, this is gonna sound crazy but I need you to believe me" I looked at him, focusing on his eyes and waiting to continue until he nodded. "Look, Shane, my ancestor is talking to me, I would appreciate if Myrnin would keep it down, it's hard as it is" He looked sympathetic and then a grin flashed across his face. That's the Shane I knew.

"Just hurry up, and tell me what he says, I'll go get Myrnin" He turned around to go but Myrnin blurred in front of him.

"Shit" Shane jumped back, colliding into me. I didn't see him coming either, but it didn't scare me as it should have. Myrnin just looked amused and put a finger to his lips, letting me concentrate. I nodded back and plunged into my brain, looking for any signs of communication.

Claire…too late….left…wasting effort..

It didn't make sense, shock rolled through my body. Were we too late? How? We couldn't be, we need her…She always held us together and we need her for Eve. So I shouted back.

"It doesn't make sense. What about the flashes of green and Myrnin and her presence?" I shouted into empty air. It seemed that the wind had calmed down and has weakened.

Passed on….too….weak…

I growled and stared at Shane, who was shaking from my words, only guessing the multiple answers from my reaction. It seemed that Myrning had gone to his machine, fiddling and muttering under his breath. I wouldn't give up on Claire, no-one would, and if it was someone else, she would have done the same thing. So I looked at the room around me, mess everywhere and growled,low and menacing, just loud enough to hear.

"Where is she?" My tone dark and dangerous. I could feel my jaw clenching from my rage at this man and his explanation. There must be something to it.

Gone... Passed... On..

The voice replied, emphasising words as if I was an angry toddler, ready to throw a tantrum. It annoyed me, I could sense it wasn't the whole truth but I didn't get a moment's notice as Myrnin placed Claire's body on the floor. She looked grey, her lips blue, and too pale for my liking. She was wearing a light blue dress, the one that Eve bought her while we were in Dallas. I felt Shane stiffen, his hand reaching for my shoulder to steady himself. I didn't know what Myrning was doing, but I didn't look back.

"What did he tell you?" Shane asked, trying to control himself as his words spilled out, eager and curious.

"He ah….he told me she'd gone Shane, but.." He looked at me, range filling his eyes. His hands clenching into fists. That's when the wind started again, higher and more powerful than before, whipping my hair back with high force. I looked back to Myrnin whose smile dropped as blood appeared on his hands.

"Start the machine"

Claire's POV

I couldn't believe my ears. Hiram, he was lying to Michael. And I couldn't do anything about it. They were in the kitchen, whilst Michael sat clutching his head in pain. Shane was looking around, wide eyed, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Michael, she's gone, go leave" Hiram whispered in fury. I couldn't believe he would do this, didn't he want me away? So that I wouldn't bother him? He looked happy, as if this has all to entertaining for him. I couldn't stand it, to be here, not doing anything about it. I couldn't even think of living here, forever, with him prowling around, his power-hungry eyes glancing at Shane and Michael. I couldn't stand the tension of what was going to happen next so I did the most logical thing of all. I tackled him.

He shrieked in fury as I straddled him and pinned him down, pulling his hair with my free hand. He squirmed and screamed at me, causing Michael to clutch his head in pain. As he tried to kick me off, he screamed some more, but I hadn't release he was still screaming at Michael.

"Let go, you brat! Listen! Trouble!" he screamed, pulling his knees up and using his hands to claw my face. But he couldn't get close enough. So we struggled for a while until Michael replied. And of course, it caught me off-guard. He knocked me over and kicked me in the head. Hard. I staggered and felt some sort of energy go, as if I had been controlling it.

"Listen! I'm Hiram glass and we have a connection. You're a descendant of my flesh and blood, and your friend here is trouble" He looked gleefully at me as he started to attack me again. Blurred vision didn't have a chance against him as he clawed at my face. I screamed in agony, kicking at him.

"Claire left, she left, and passed on, you really shouldn't waste anymore effort on her" He smiled some more and kept me pinned as I screamed for him not to listen. I couldn't see what was happening but I didn't understand his motives. How could he be so strong?

He looked down at me in mock pity as I squirmed under his grasp. "Well, seems like you'll have to keep me company here, forever." He smiled at me, and repulsion passed through me. Never, I wouldn't stay with that creep, I couldn't. I heard Michael saying something again, but through the roaring in my ears, I couldn't make it out.

"Oh, she's just passed on, she's just too weak" He seemed to be enjoying this, his crazy power trip. If I wasn't a ghost, something would have probably be broken most of my bones, but it seemed I put my energy elsewhere.

As Michael asked again, something changed, the whole mood just turned toxic and deadly as pure range emitted from the living room.

"She's gone! Get it into your head she passed on!" He seemed to be frustrated, trying to convince him of his lies. He just left me in the hall and walked to the boys. I could hear Shanes voice in the background of a soft whisper. I didn't know what to do, could I walk?

Of course I can, I'm a ghost for crying out loud. I'm not letting my life go without a fight. I came into the living room and saw Hiram crouched over my body, whispering things into Shanes ear. I could stand him being near Shane, and I felt a powerful force go through me. My arms flashed but I ignored them and moved towards Hiram, just to end it all.

My hair was lifted and it felt as if I were flying. Things were flying all around me, the boys gasped in surprise at the chilly wind. All that mattered was that Hiram would be gone, for good. And unleashing that power on him as he stood, unaware of my approach, felt as if I pressed a release button. He screamed and clawed at my face once again, but this time he didn't miss. With the last push of power, I pushed him out, out through the window, and he just turned to ash, as he belonged. He couldn't live outside the house.

I kneeled and felt exhausted. I felt the flurry of activity as they rushed around the machine, but all I noticed were the scars from the fight and I inwardly groaned. Nail marks and scratch marks, all bleeding slightly. Nothing a ghost wouldn't get over.

Just about as I was to get up, I hear voices. Myrnin.

"It'll work, she'll be back here soon, just sit where I told you and don't let go" He sounded serious.

I didn't bother to look up, but I felt a humming coming from their direction, and before I knew it, I floated towards my body.

Eves POV

It was cold and damp. I couldn't bring myself to think of Michael. He had to be alright, and I had faith in him he would come back. I was prisoner in a room. No bed, nothing not even windows, just small vents in the floor.

I was lucky to be alive; at least they didn't submerge me like the guys at the movies. I shuddered; he must be keeping his promise, not hurting me too much, just the odd pool of water to scare me.

I must have looked like an idiot in a black puffy dress and my combat boots. I bet my hair and makeup were ruined from all the water and the damp. Again, I shivered remembering their stings as held me, and pushed me in here. The main villain over here kept checking on me. He was as bad as the joker from batman, revealing his plans to me; I guess I'm not meant to leave here with that information.

The thought was grim but true, and I couldn't do anything but watch as a figure emerged from the vents.

I hope you thought this chapter was interesting, even as it was longer than my other ones :) Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!xxx