Myrnin's POV
Claire was mine, almost like a snake playing with a mouse. I had her wrapped around my finger; I was enjoying this, almost way too much. "Good job, amazing abs!" I complimented my chest, with my face towards them, "I knew Claire could never resist you. And tight leather pants, excellent work. I almost had problems getting you off." I chuckled to myself with pride. I faced my new invention, my machine, the machine which I owed all my greatness too. "With this machine," I said to myself, "I'm in Claire's dreams, 24/7. She will be all mine, slowly but surely. I beat you this time, Collins. Ha!"
I sat at my lab table with a quill and paper. Who needs pens? A quill is so much more dignified and personal. Unlike a stupid pen, which is so replaceable. Thoughts ran through my head thinking of new dreams to put her in my arms forever.
Claire's POV
I walked home, my thoughts chasing me to no end. What are you doing with Shane? Myrnin is the love of your life, an intellectual which all your dreams can be reality. I was in front of the glass house, tears running down my face, knowing unfortunately what I had to do. The sun began to set around me; I knew if I didn't go inside now, I would be food for the homeless vampires. I walked in to see Shane in front of me. "Hey, sweetie. You missed dinner; are you hungry?"
"No," I answered with a smile, "It's ok.
"Good," he answered, "Because, I have a surprise for you." With that, he took my hand and led me upstairs. Step by step, I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I was going to get in bed with Shane and accept it. Throw away my feelings for Myrnin and accept that he was never going to be mine. A man with that much experience is to be left in the wild, to roam free forever and have affairs with celebrities and royalty. Shane smiled down at me, obviously excited. He threw open the door to see a bed surrounded with candles and rose petals. The lights dimmed so perfectly. I jumped into his arms to stop myself from crying, from breaking down, but most of all to stop thinking of him. I tore off all his clothes, while he took his time unbuttoning my blouse.
We laid there perfectly next to one another. The room was simple with only a bed, a dresser and a lamp. Scents lingered along the bed. The smell of musk, grass, tacos, and chili radiated and belonged to you, while coffee, vanilla, and old book belonged to me. Your arm was around my waist and my head rested on your shoulder. All I could do was think. I knew you were awake and just pretending, while you knew the same…but that didn't matter. We didn't want to break the harmony between us.
Do you remember that day so long ago? I was a freshman in college, so scared and beaten up. You didn't want me; you didn't want the responsibility. You thought I would be too much work, but Eve convinced you to let me stay and we, well, we fell in love. You realized how strong I was and how I didn't need babysitting. I learned you were sweet and kind, more than a guy you play video games all day. Do you remember our first kiss, our first time, the silver cross, and the feelings of almost loosing you time and time again? That's I can't leave you Shane; there is too much between us. You are my first love and no matter what I will always love you.
I breathe in our scents and just lie there, refusing to think any longer. You pretend to wake up, but I don't mind. I look up at you and I see a smile through the darkness. "Good morning," I whisper, soft enough only for you to hear.
"Good morning," you say and lean in to kiss me. I feel like I belong in his arms, until I remember Myrnin, which I push away with a more passionate kiss. For the first time, I realize I'm a slut, a hoe, a tramp you could say. I will never be happy with one of them I will always need both.