A pattern formed. Michael and I did what we usually did, not talking. Well not really. The conversations were usually about food and time and normal things. But yet I couldn't get the image of Michael's torso out of my head or the kiss… I shivered. We hadn't talked about that yet. Or him biting me. It was if he was ignoring me, because whenever I started talking, really starting a conversation, he had something to do or somewhere to be. It was if he was avoiding me.

But at the moment he was out (what a surprise) and I was in watching a film. Well trying to watch a film but it was hard, to concentrate. Or keep up a façade without a need to. I suddenly felt as if all my emotions were coming out at once. I hadn't let them in the past few days. I had felt that maybe it wasn't the right time. But now they were flooding out, just like my tears were. Miserably I leaned over and picked up a box of tissues to blow my nose and wipe away my tears. Just at that moment an advert came on, for a rock group. A depressing song played. I cried harder. I dropped the tissues and cried harder.

Suddenly I felt Michael's cold arms around me. He took a tissue and dabbed at my eyes, gently. I smiled at his cold, hard but gentle touch. He turned me round so I was facing him. I must have looked a mess. Messy eyes and hair. Crumpled clothes. But he smiled at me and said,

"Oh Claire, it's going to be ok. I promise. And about biting you… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Your throat was just so close…" His eyes flared red for a second. Before turning blue again. But my heart had started beating faster. He hadn't said the kiss was a mistake, only the bite. He smiled as he heard my heartbeat increase. He leaned in closer until his lips were at my ear and then his whispered,

"But Claire, the kiss was defiantly… not a mistake. I needed you at that moment and I think you needed me… like I need you now," then he pulled back and kissed me.

This time I didn't hesitate in kissing him. He hadn't said the kiss was a mistake. My heart soared and my mind did to. He was kissing me, with just as much force as he had kissed Eve. Eve, the evil bitch who had cheated on him. Broken his heart. Or had she. After all he was kissing me now and it hadn't even been a month! And I was kissing him back and it was amazing and good. But then I heard someone laugh, so high and shrill I was sure it was the laugh of the devil.

Something hit me on my head, hard. Still in shock I was pulled away from Michael and I saw his face. Shane…

I woke in a dark room. My wrists were tied together, tight. It was cold in the room I realised. Suddenly the room was flooded with light, the door had been opened. The light in the room came on, bathing the room in a bright glow. Suddenly I noticed who was stood in the door. Eve and Shane.

Oh shit. They walked into the room, shutting the door behind me.

"Hello Claire. Long time no see…" Shane said as he advanced. I didn't answer or react. He advanced, Eve at his shoulder. Suddenly Eve let out a shrill laugh and said,

"Get on with it Shane! Make her pay!" He nodded and stopped walking. He stood in front of me, smiling. Suddenly he slapped my face. I hit the floor from the force of the impact. My face hurt I realised.

But he was only just warming up…

I woke up disorientated. Where was I? But then I remembered and I wished I could have stayed asleep.

After he'd hit me both of them kicked me until I was screaming in pain. Then Eve stood on my hands, with her heavy Goth boots. I heard the sickening snap of the bone and I screamed, loudly, well I thought it was the bone . Then they had kicked me in the face, several times. Then they had covered my face with a bag until I could no longer breath, then I had slipped into a reprieve from the pain. Unconsciousness. And here I was now, I thought. In a dark room, that smelled like my blood. I couldn't feel my hand I realised. It was strapped to the floor, as were my arms and legs. I couldn't move.

My breathing got louder and suddenly the light was once again switched on and Shane came in with Eve. Eve looked at me and said,

"Why you even want to do this is a mystery Shane." Do what?

"Hmmmm well it is a punishment, it'll hurt and degrade her. It will also traumatize her. So it's fine for me." He answered her. Fear gripped me. What could possibly hurt, punish, degrade and traumatize me? My thoughts were cut off as he knelt beside me. I breathed harder and looked into his face, hoping for something. I didn't know what, but something. But there was nothing.

Suddenly he ripped my t-shirt off me. Then I realised what was going to happen, so I started to struggle. But it was of no use. Eve helped to keep me still, whilst Shane stripped me. When I was naked both of them smiled down at me and started to once again kick me. But this time I was helpless against their blows and my clothes weren't there to soften the blows, even slightly. Then the nightmare that was real life got worse…

Poor Claire! I hope you like this evil little twist in the story. Most of you will probably guess what might and probably will happen next. But don't worry Claire will be saved! But please review!