Decided to do a quick upload as the first two chapters do move along slowly. Sorry about that, I'm just trying to set the scene. Chapter Three will have more Myrnin :D
When she awoke in the morning, she saw that the sun was brightly seeping through her curtains and she rolled over, letting out a groan, and checked the time: 10:30. "Crap." She bolted upright in bed and pressed a hand against her forehead, yawned, and then clambered out of her covers.
Today was the day to make some changes around here. First off she had to speak to the Fallon guy about seeing the Vamps; or at the very least Myrnin and Theo. She then wondered whether Shane was feeling any better so she exited her room, after changing, and walked to his room – it was open.
She continued downstairs and saw him legged out on the sofa, a beer in his hand. Great.
"Shane." She said and he glanced her way before taking another swig.
"Don't start. I'm thirsty."
She frowned, "didn't think of coke or water?" She may have looked angry but deep down she was worried, extremely worried. He hadn't been himself lately... not since that death hound-
"I need this. Especially if you're not gonna let me come with you." He meant to go and see Fallon.
A sigh escaped her lips and she sat down on the arm of the sofa, "You know you can't, especially not like this. The Vampires trust me and I need to speak with them. I need to speak with Amelie."
He didn't reply then, he just shrugged and took another large gulp of his beer.
With a glare she left the room and into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat; not that she felt particularly hungry. Two pop-tarts later and she was getting ready to head out when Eve came pounding down the stairs in her heavy Goth boots. "Where are you going?" She asked as she glanced at Shane laid out on the sofa and then back to her.
"Off to see Fallon remember? And before you ask, it's best if you don't. Arguing with the guy isn't going to help." She stated matter of factly.
Eve slowly nodded and then extended her hand, it had a silver stake in it. Claire shook her head. "For starters Fallon is a human and secondly the Vamps aren't a threat to me anymore. Trust me Eve, I'll be fine." She hoped.
When Claire stood up, Eve came over to her and pulled her into a bear hug, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be snappy with you... it's just... Michael..."
Claire pulled away and smiled, "I know. Don't worry, he'll be unharmed – or Mr pale eyebrows won't see the light of tomorrow." It was more of an empty threat as she figured taking on Fallon would only result in her own death... but at least it made Eve smile and nod.
Fallon greeted her at the entrance of the building with a smile that she wanted to knock off him. "Miss Danvers, what a pleasant surprise." He said with open arms.
"You probably know why I'm here." She answered, wanting to get straight to the point.
His smile vanished, "I'm afraid that's impossible. You had the time to say what you wanted yesterday. Don't worry, Michael is safe."
"I'm not here for Michael today."
That got his attention and he raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then for who?" She smiled at the thought of Myrnin telling her it's "whom" not 'who' and that language really had taken a downfall in the past hundred years.
"I'd like to speak with Amelie."
He stared at her for an awful long time before saying, "why?"
She shrugged, trying to act as casual as possible so he wouldn't suspect anything, "I need to ask her a few questions."
"I will allow for one question so you better decide what that is." He paused for a moment then added, "and I'm coming with you."
In 'Vamp Prison', as she liked to call it, they were stood back in the same room she'd been in yesterday. The lights flashed and then the spot-light appeared and round the edge of it she saw familiar faces. Amelie, Oliver, Michael, Jess... no Myrnin.
Fallon said, "Amelie, step forward, the girl wishes to speak with you."
Amelie's icy figure glided into the centre of the spot-light and her cold eyes locked with Claire's. There was a slight smile on her face. "What is it?" She asked.
Claire looked at Fallon and figured it wasn't a smart idea asking about how Morganville came to be like this or how they could get out of the situation. But she still took the risk. "What happened while we were away?" By we she meant Eve, herself, Michael, Shane, Myrnin and Oliver.
"Claire, you should be asking how can we get out of this mess, not how it first started." Okay. So she wasn't willing to answer that question then.
Fallon frowned, "if you came here to try and weasel your way out of our help," he exaggerated 'help', "then you have nothing more to say." He was about to grab her when she said;
"wait! Where's Myrnin? I didn't see him yesterday and he's not here now."
Fallon raised an eyebrow, "why do you care so much? Don't worry, they're all-"
Amelie cut him off, "Myrnin is in one of the back rooms."
Claire looked at her and said, "can I speak with him?" Amelie didn't answer, she looked at Fallon who looked confused as to why she so desperately wanted to see him.
Behind her, Hannah called out, "That's probably not the best idea. That one's a psycho and I'd prefer it if he stayed out of the way whilst we're here." Claire looked back and glared full on at the cop. Hannah didn't bat an eyelid, she was looking at Fallon.
He looked down at Claire, "You appear to be very close with these Vampires. It's hard to believe you're not one yourself."
Claire gulped, wet her lips and replied, "humans are the real monsters, this being proven by what you're doing."
Fallon frowned, "we're trying to help them Claire. They won't be harmed, well, not all of them anyway. Don't make me leave you in here with them." Something in her mind clicked into place at what he just said. She turned around so that her back was to the Vampires, a year ago that would have been a very wrong move, and she glared at Fallon.
"I won't let you lay a finger on any of them. What do you plan to do with them? Mutate them into that thing that almost killed me back at Boston?"
"That thing had been an experiment, one that went... a little out of hand."
"A little!" Her voice was now raised and Fallon stared her down.
"Vampires or humans Claire? Only one of the races can rule Morganville. But I'll be a gentleman and let you decide who you wish to side with." He was now smiling, but it wasn't a pleasant one.
Claire gulped as he backed away to the door and extended his hand. She could feel the eyes of the Vampires on her back. "Humans or Vampires?"