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Claire's POV

Getting to the lab was, as it usually is, hard. Especially since Myrnin was listening to his driving music, that didn't help at all, only made him hit more letterboxes. I should be glad to be out of that house, stuck there for months... I shudder at the memory. It doesn't matter, I'm at the lab, and it hasn't changed much.

Books piled high in every corner, the lab desks stained with chemicals of different colours, and what appears to be singe marks from a fire. I didn't even want to guess what he's been up to when I was gone.

Blurring in front of me, Myrnin clutched the sample and took it to a microscope. I followed behind him, not daring to run in this mine field. I watched as he took a drop and put it on a slide. He then placed another slide on top of it and looked at it under the microscope. He mutely looked at it, and then dashed off to get something. I approached the slide, looked underneath and gasped.

It was mutating. The little molecules of draug latched on to the blood, changing the structure. I watched with wide eyes as several drops turned silver, only to repeat the process again. Nothing could explain this, and I knew we had little time. But the process was increasing, and as Myrnin took the slide and dropped something on it, it started to boil and disintegrate.

"Not this then." He sighed. He still had a manic gleam in his eyes, some would call it craziness, I would call it determination. Not many people saw this way. As I put on a lab coat and grabbed some paper, I started making notes. Myrnin continued to adding substances to drops of blood, and the reactions? Nothing short of explosions and making the growth increase.

"Why can't you just make some sort of vampire antibody for it? It acts like a disease anyway." I muttered out loud. Myrnin just looked at me, cocked his head for a moment and kissed me on the head. I hate being short.

"Antibodies? Now that's an idea, but vampire blood wouldn't work, it would simply destroy the blood..." He went off to mutter to himself as my phone rang. Shane.

"Claire? We're heading home, but we have Eve...and Michael..." I could barely make out the words over the loud background, someone was screaming. They have Eve? But that wasn't the plan...

"Shane? How-"the call ended. I numbly took the phone from my ear and stared at it. It could mean a million things, some worse than the others.

"We should look at the genetic makeup of the draug secretion, look for a weakness, and if we can somehow trigger it.." Myrnin rushed back, holding a blood bag, before ripping it open and taking a sample. We don't have the time to experiment, to perfect it. We had an hour, at most, before... I didn't want to think what would happen. But we needed to work, and fast.

"Myrnin, we need a vampire version. For Michael, possibly." I told him clearly as I began to gather equipment. He just shrugged and taking a needle, began to draw his own blood.

"We need a fresh supply, and the antibodies in that blood are too old. I suggest we begin." He handed me a syringe and began looking at his own blood. I just hope we can be quick enough.

Eves POV

We laid Michael on the couch and as soon as they let me, I ran to him. It's my fault he's in pain, in agony that left him barely alive. So far. He would spasm every now and then, letting out a moan or clawing at something. But he couldn't hear me, no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't respond.

I could barely hear the vamps discussing the situation, but the roaring in my ears wouldn't let me listen. I didn't want to listen to anything, but the sound of his voice, if it ever came back. Half sitting-half crouching on the couch, I stroked his face and held his hand, hoping that somehow, we could get through this.

We are too close, too close to surviving and carrying on. I couldn't take these thoughts, I couldn't contain my emotions. In one motion, I laid my head on his chest and began to cry. Heart-wrenching sobs attacked my throat, there was no point in holding back, not even here, in front of these people. Does it matter? They may look at me in petty, they may attempt to make soothing noises and stroke my back, but it wouldn't help, wouldn't calm me as my heart continued to explode, to explode from the grief, from the memories, and what could have been. And the worst part is? I didn't get to tell him the truth, that I love him. Even one last time.

"There is only one way. We have to replace the blood." I heard Oliver speak. Is there hope? Why would he want to help? Or is it an illusion, building me up just to strike me down again. I didn't listen to Shane as he tried to talk to me; I ignored the opening of the door and the raised voices. I was stuck in this moment, possibly forever, dealing with the guilt and thinking of our last kiss. How has it changed so quickly? With hope on the horizon replaced with fear.

Someone with strong arms tackled me, tried to pry me off Michael and succeeded. It was like this was happening in slow motion. Shane was holding me down as Myrnin ran into the room, followed by someone I know to be dead. Claire. Was this what grief did to a person? Made them see things that aren't really there? But I know what I saw next was too real for me to handle.

Oliver ran to Michael and cut him. On the wrist and the neck. I never saw blood run so quick, It started to drip on the floor and began to pool, touching my leg. I screamed in frustration, and knocked Shane out, out of the way. I dimly noticed Claire stab him with something, but she wasn't real, right? So I attacked the next biggest threat. Running and jumping on Oliver was too easy, I pinned him on the floor, trying to knock him out of commission. But that bitch dragged me away. Amelie.

"You will stay still. Oliver is here to help." She stopped me with her cool gaze, just as Myrnin threw her a syringe.

"He lost too much blood. We need help for the antibodies to attack the threat. Bleeding him out won't do him much good, but get rid of the draug. Amelie, you must replace the blood since you are of his bloodline." Amelie merely threw the thing to Oliver, shaking her head.

"I lost too much blood in the fight. Oliver will have to do it; he wanted to change the child in the first place." Myrnin shrugged and gave Oliver a look. Wait, what? He's changing bloodlines?

"But the child would be of my bloodline, it would be easy to take over from the lack of blood in his system." Oliver replied, but carrying on to expose the skin on his arm. I screamed at them, an animalistic sound. I needed to be with him. She can't hold me prisoner. But a part of me knew this needed to happen, or I would lose him. But at what price will he come back?

Oliver dropped the syringe and bit down on his arm, and offered the bloody mess to Michael. It was to quick, how he grabbed his arm and bit down, clinging on for dear life. The blood from his wounds ran quicker, with visible drops of silver. But at least the cut lines were healing. I merely saw Claire get something from her pocket and look at me. I could feel it in my blood. She is a threat to me and Michael, even in this weird form. A little voice reasoned.

Isn't she dead? This doesn't make sense, Claire would never hurt you.

But I couldn't listen, I wouldn't listen. Because the only thing that mattered is that Michael survived, and I was to make sure of that. I was about to break free of this imprisonment, to protect, when I heard Michael sigh. A happy sigh. Did she make him better? Claire moved closer.

"Im here to help you Eve." It was her. Really her, even the nice smile and the will to help. My body was driving me to attack, but I backed away. I only looked at the syringe in her hand, filled with a red liquid. What is she going to do with that?

She was only a distraction, as cold hands grabbed me and something sharp hit my throat. I could feel something travelling down, down throughout my body. Why would they do this?

"Eve.."Michael murmured. We were going to be okay. It was fine. I didn't notice everyone staring at me, nor did I notice the sound of water dripping.

They have saved one, but have doomed themselves.

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