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**Claire**

I existed in a dream world, unable to escape. I like it here, it's warm, safe. Nothing could hurt me here, memories, emotions, pain. I never wanted to leave. Unfortunately, things didn't usually go my way.

"When's she going to wake up?" A voice drifts into the dream, fracturing it a little. I shrink away; I didn't want to go back to the cold, hard world where the voice came from. I remembered things there, I hurt there.

"I don't know, she lost a lot of blood, ten minutes later and…well I don't think she'd be here right now." It's another voice, closer this time.

"Claire, please come back." Claire? Was that my name? I couldn't remember anymore. And why should I go back? What did I want there?

"Claire, fy annwyl please wake up." A voice whispers and the dream shatters, I open my eyes as I feel cool lips press against my forhead.

"Shane?" I whisper, voice hoarse, remembering. But I look up to see Myrnin, his dark eyes filled with concern.

"Claire? Oh thank God!" Eve says rushing over and shoving Myrnin out of the way.

"Eve," Michael says coming up and gently pulling her away. "She just woke up, give her some space."

"What happened?" I croak, my throat sore and dry. Eve and Michael excahnge a worried look.

"Claire sweetie..." Eve starts seeming at a loss for words. "Don't you remember?" I stare at her a minute, confused and then I do. My eyes well up with tears as I remember the hurt, the confusion at seeing the stranger Shane had become, how he wouldn't stop, wouldn't snap out of it.

"Why? Why'd he do that?" I whisper and I hate how broken I sound.

"Something—something's not right with him Claire," Michael says looking troubled. "It's been different for him, harder for him then with most vampires from what I'm told. But we don't need to talk about this right now, you need to rest."

"When can I go home?" I ask, I realing don't like hospitals.

"The doctor said at least another day," Eve says, and when I begin to protest she continues. "Claire, you almost died. Shane almost killed you." I flinch away from her harsh words, even though I know they are true.

"Michael, please shut up your wife before I have to." Myrnin says coldly from the other side of the room, I had forgotten he was there.

"Eve," Michael says firmly. "You're making it worse and you're upsetting Claire. She doesn't need to deal with this right now."

"I know, I know," Eve says taking a deep shaky breath. "Sorry CB." She says turning to me with a wavery smile.

"It's okay," I say smiling back, although it really isn't. I hate when people talk about me like I'm not there. "Hey can I get some water?"

"Sure," Michael says. "Eve, come with me."

"But—" She protests.

"Please Eve." Micahel says and Eve complies, giving me another smile over her shoulder before heading out the door. Leaving me and Myrnin alone.

"How are you feeling?" He asks quietly still on the other side of the room.

"Never been better." I reply, although I feel like I've been hit by a bus.

"You shouldn't see him again Claire, he will kill you next time," I shake my head, not wanting to believe it, despite everything, he was still Shane. Suddenly, Myrnin is right next to the bed looming over me, his face dark and dangerous, aeyes cold and hard. "He is not the Shane you once knew and you know it Claire."

"It's none of your business Myrnin." I say, fighting to keep my voice from shaking.

"Well, who would I get to replace you as my assistant?" He says, words light although his tone is dark.

"Please Myrnin, not right now, I just want to sleep. I'm so tired." I say voice barely a whisper as I sink deeper into the pillows. His face softens and he lays a cool hand on my forehead.

"Alright, but please be careful. Stay away from Shane at all costs." And with that, he's gone. Vampire speed never ceases to amaze me.

"Where'd Dr. Crazy go?" Eve asks as they return in the room.

"He left." I say, speaking the truth.

"Here." Michael says holding a styrafoam cup with a bendy straw. When I try to sit up though, I immeaditly collapse agaisnt the pillows as a wave of exaustion and dizziness overtake me. So Michael gently bends the straw to my mouth while he holds the cup and I drink all of the cool quenching water in thirsty gulps.

"Thanks." I say when I wave it away. Just then, Dr. Mills walks in.

"Claire, I see you are doing better."

"Yep," I say with a smile, trying to look as healthy as I can. "So when can I go home?"

"Oh not for another day at least. You are much too weak and we don't want any further harm to come you by letting you move too quickly."

"Oh." I say, filled with dread at the thought of being alone in a hospital all night.

"I can stay with you!" Eve volunteers and I give her a greatful look. "This chair here reclines like all the way."

"What time is it any way? How long have I been here?"

"Oh about a day, it's almost eight p.m." Dr. Mills replies.

"I slept a day?" I asks surprised.

"Well, your body was quite exausted from all of the ah trauma you went through. You'll be fine in another couple days. Now, I suggest you get some more rest."

"But I just woke up!" I protest,suddenly full of energy again.

"Well, the more well rested you are, the sooner you can go home. I'll put something your I.V to help you sleep."

"That's really not neccessary—" I begin but he's alreayd walked over to it and injected something in.

"Now you'll have the best nights sleep you've ever had," He says with a smile. "Good night."

"Good night Dr. Mills," Michael calls. "Do you two need anyhting brought from home?"

"Jeans, and a T-shirt, oh and my hair brush and tooth brush." I say as my eyelids grow heavy, that medicine worked fast.

"Same here," Eve says. "Plus a pillow and blanket."

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit." Michael says turning to leave.

"Goodbye." I say, although my words are slurred so it sounds like "Gwabwy."

"Girl, you are so drugged." Eve snorts. It's the last thing I hear.

They let me go the next afternoon after sternly being told not to move off of my bed or the couch at all for the next three days at least and to come in if I felt weird. Eve drives me home and I am imeaditly sat down on the couch where she covers me in a million blankets and pillows.

"You need anything just ring CB." Eve says, handing me the remote, and she meant that literaly, she had given me a little silver bell.

"Will do," I say in reply. "Hey Eve?" I ask as she begins to leave.

"Yeah?"

"Do you—do you know where Shane went?" I ask, she stiffens.

"From what we can tell, he realized what he'd done to you, called 911, packed a bag and left. We haven't seen or heard from him since."

"Why—why do you think he did this?" I ask, choking up. "It just doesn't make sense."

"We've all known something was up with him," Eve says crouching down to look at me. "Maybe he just can't handle being a vampire. Don't worry, he's gone."

"They're not going to kill him are they?" I ask in horror as the thought dawns on me.

"I don't know," Eve says simply, looking especially grim in her full Goth makeup. "But if they do, he's not Shane anymore Claire. Not after what he did."

"He is Eve, I know he is!" I say resolutely. "We've just got to help him!"

"I just don't know Claire," Eve says walking away and shaking her head sadly. "I just don't know."