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**Claire**
As Myrnin and I the front door to the Glass House, my first thought is how weird it is that I'm knocking on the door for well the only time I can remember, my second thought is that something is majorly wrong here. The whole house is just giving off this really bad vibe, like if I go in there I might not come back.
"Myrnin," I say worriedly, stepping back from the door. It looks like no one's home, but then in the living room, I see a curtain rustle.
"I know," He replies frowning. "Let me go first."
"I just saw a curtain move." I point to it.
"Let's hope it's Eve and Michael." Myrnin says grimly.
He steps in front of me and pounds on the door. When no one answers, he pounds on it again before ringing the door bell, actually, he never takes his finger off the door bell and it just keeps going on and on; ding-dong, ding-dong, before I put a hand on his arm and make him stop.
"Myrnin, no one's going to answer, just open the door."
"You're right," He says and jiggles the knob. It's locked so what does he do? He pushes me backwards and kicks it in. I wince; we should just keep a supply of extra doors in the basement with how often that happened.
Inside, its pitch black despite the bright, sunny day inside. That was never a good sign.
"Stay here," Myrnin orders. "I'm going to check it out. If I don't come back, call for help."
"I'm coming with you! It's my friends in there, and you could get hurt!" I protest.
"Do you have any weapons?" Myrnin asks giving me a cold stare, when I don't respond he continues. "That's what I thought. You would only be a hindrance. Eve and Michael are vampires, as am I; we will have much better chances of getting away if we don't have to look after you."
His words are like a slap to my face. I know that it's true, that they can all take care of themselves; there wasn't much that could hurt them. But it still hurt that I won't be of any help and that Myrnin thinks that too, just made it worse. Every other time that I'd won a fight, someone had come to help me or I'd just been pure lucky.
"Fine," I say numbly and I go sit on the front steps. "Just get all three of you out of there safely alright? I don't feel like losing anyone today." I sit there for a minute, feeling sorry for myself and I think that he's gone inside, but ,suddenly, I'm swept off of my feet and Myrnin is crushing me against him, his lips pressed to mine.
I'm scared it's the last kiss we'll have so I kiss him back fiercely, hugging him tight. It seems like it'll never end, and I don't want it too, because he might not come back from the house. Maybe none of them will come back and I'll be left all alone. And that terrifies me. Finally, he pulls back, though I'm still in his arms, and he kisses the top of my head.
"I will come back fy annwyl, I promise." He murmurs, before stepping back.
"I know," I say smiling and wiping away tears I hadn't realized I'd shed. I know it might not be a promise he can keep. Myrnin smiles sadly before disappearing into the darkness.
Ten minutes pass, then twenty and I don't hear a sound from inside. I was really beginning to get worried. What the hell was going on in there? I think as I nervously pace the porch, casting anxious glances at the house. Finally, I decide to call the police.
"911 what's your emergency?" A bored voice answers.
"I don't know. Something's wrong at the Glass House. I think there are intruders here, my boyfriend went in to check it out twenty minutes ago and he hasn't come back."
"I will send someone right away. Don't go inside." She hangs up. Great, the cops would be here any minute now.
"Claire!" I suddenly hear a muffled cry from the house. I look back at the gaping black hole leading into the house, debating on how stupid I was going to be. The police would be here soon, but if my friends were getting killed in there, could I really wait? The answer was no. I look around to see if there are any weapons I can use. I spot a short, metal pipe with a sharp end that wouldn't do much good against a vamp, but would work perfectly fine against a human.
Cautiously, I enter the dark house trying to be silent, although I know that someone has to know that I'm here. I wince as a floorboard creaks and I freeze, heart pounding, waiting for something to pounce. When nothing does, I continue slowly forward, holding the pipe like a bat and forcing myself not to cry out as I continuously run into furniture.
Finally, I reach the living room; my eyes adjust to the complete darkness as no light from the doorway can reach here. When they do, I see several human shapes slumped together by the stairs. I smell something rancid, something—burning. What the heck?
"Eve, Michael, Myrnin!" I whisper out as quietly as I can as I hurry over to them. The lights suddenly flash on and I squint at the sudden brightness. I see that Eve, Michael, and Myrnin are all lumped together on the stairs, wrapped head to toe in silver chains, Eve and Michael have both passed out and their skin is literally smoking all over and their skin is blackening, cracking, flaking off and bleeding. Myrnin isn't nearly as bad, but is skin is a livid red and he is grimacing in pain. When he sees me, his eyes widen in horror.
"Claire no! Run, it's a trap!"
"I can't leave you all here!"
"Claire go!" Myrnin roars, his eyes flaring red. And that is when something hard cracks into the back of my head and I see stars.