Hey there!Chapter 22 here! I want to thank you all guys for reviewing, it means a lot to me, and we got to over 80 reviews peeps! Thats just awesome from my prospective. I thank you guys deeply.

This chapter is a bit darkish and a bit scary. A tiny bit. Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes! Enjoy!

Shanes POV

I still wondered if it was the right decision, to tell her that. But am I so guilty of being selfish and making sure she is safe? Anyone else would do that; anyone in this house would make sure she's safe. I'm pretty sure they would, Claire's lovable like that. And I'm pretty sure that bloodsucking boss of hers would have said something like that. If he had the balls.

I watched her go upstairs, hearing the angry stomps and the shutting of a door. At least she would be safe upstairs, away from the dangers, wherever they are. Since Myrnin took first watch, I had every intention of going sleep, that is until Michael stayed.

He was sitting cross legged across the dome, and Eve mirrored his posture. Myrnin was off somewhere grabbing snacks or whatever it is he needs.

"I think Amelie made you calm down somehow. But it's a good thing." I heard Michael softly speak to Eve. He seemed kind of calm right now, I guess he would be since she wasn't pacing around or getting zapped. Eve said something, her mouth moving in a feverish fashion, free of any lipstick at all. I didn't catch any words, I was too far away, but Michael merely nodded.

"Hey bro, what's up?" I approached them, giving a mock salute to Eve, who simply flipped me off. Ah, the good old days. Maybe I should leave them alone, let them talk about it. I'm pretty sure Michael is one of the only people to be able to handle her like this, changing every few minutes like that.

"All good biach." He replied with a smirk, returning his focus to Eve. It was better to leave them alone; I can always talk to him later about everything. He's one of the only people who would understand how I feel about Claire, why I want to keep her safe. The ways her eyes darkened, how her lashes lowered and avoided me. It got me every time I thought about this. At least I have tomorrow to talk to her about this.

I walked to the couch, every intention of blasting some zombies on the game. But that wasn't who I wanted to blast, not really. The root of our problems, the one that was going to lose. I was barely aware of Myrnin taking the controller and pressing some buttons, making some sort of pleased sound. But I was far too gone in my dreams to do anything.

So I stayed on the couch. Dreaming.

Claires POV

I couldn't sleep. The bedcovers were too scratchy and an itch crawled all over my body, not letting any hope of peaceful sleep to drift upon me. It was too warm, and the noisy rain outside added to the frustration. Watching the raindrops racing down the windows, I could only wonder what it was like outside. If the draug were building, what everyone else thought was going on. With most of the locals confused, Amelie would have to find a way to reassure them. Or just lie to them.

Getting out of the bed, I approached my little makeshift bookcase. Scanning the reading selection, I cast a glance to the cracked mirror. How did it get like that? Did someone pound a fist on the other side of the wall? That was unlikely, since there were no signs on the actual wall.

Abandoning the bookcase and heading towards the gothic mirror that has been here since I have moved in, I traced the crack at the top, a single straight line, curving just a tiny bit. The frame wasn't damaged. The bronzed frame curled and reached out towards the wall, adding a nice effect to the room. I bet Eve would like this mirror.

About to walk away, something else caught my attention. It was my expression on the mirror. I'm pretty sure I wasn't smiling. Carefully, I raised my hand to my lips, to make sure. The mirror copied the movements, almost creepily. It seemed that time has somehow stopped or slowed, my breath was coming in cloud form in front of me, the rain outside getting fiercer and fiercer.

The mirror me smirked again. I'm seriously panicking, my heartbeat was audible over the rain, I just hoped to God someone heard it. Backing away from the frame, from the sheer insanity of it. That's when the mirror Claire's eyes flashed golden, and I wasn't sure if it was me, a true reflection.

I was aware of a shadow forming behind me in the mirror, but surely it wouldn't be real in here...Would it? Streaks of blue flashed from the forming mist, reflecting with the moonlight outside, looking a bit like a raven's wing. I could hear a roaring in my ears, followed by a thump at the door. Did someone come? But I couldn't turn away, if I did, the shadow thing would seem more real, and it always happens in horror movies, the victim turns around, and well...

"Claire? Is everything ok?"Michael. Shouting and trying to open the door. Would I dare speak? To acknowledge this nightmare? They would all think I'm insane, these things don't exist, they are myths.

Something brushed my leg, and I lost it. I screamed. Loud and high pitched, letting all that built up tension go. I felt my throat throb at the volume of my scream. Mirror me cocked her head, her eyes darting to the thing behind me. It can't get me. As long as I don't turn around. But it wasn't the beast that wanted me.

A hand darted out of the mirror, looking longer than a normal hand, the greyness of it made me think of dead things, and I got a close-up of it in its entirety. Pale blue veins nested along the sickly coloured hand. I couldn't back away, with the thing pressing behind me, as it enclosed its claws around my legs. Just above the knee. I screamed in fury at the cold contact, trying to wiggle out. Meet the mirror, or the monster.

I half hopped and spun, to see the misty being disappear. A sense of false relief overcame me, for a short while. That's when something grabbed my waist, when light exploded from the hallway. I wasn't about to give up, before it could drag me in completely, I grabbed the bookcase, to witness Michael and Myrnin jump in with stakes at the ready.

"Claire-"Michaels confused shout followed me, followed me as I was dragged in, yanked harder into the abyss. I was expecting harsh contact, but it felt a lot like passing through a portal. A final scream echoed, before something knocked me over the head.

Well, how did you like that? It might seem a bit confusing, but all shall be made sense soon. I thought it's gonna be straightforward, get Magnus and peacefulness follows. But I just got this idea...Don't worry!Claire isn't harmed...much...

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