Hiya xx ok I just wanna start on a serious note. I dunno how many of you are aware but it is actually Cystic Fibrosis Awareness week this week and I'd love for you all to take a minute and think about this. Approximately 1 in 4,000 babies are born with CF each year in the US, and the average life expectancy is around 36. The life expectancy of a CF patient is constantly going up as well, which is great, but still there are people who have this disease who are only predicted to live into there teens. At the minute, the only way to beat CF is a transplant. More and more people sign up to be organ donors each year, but unfortunately for some people, the wait to find a match is still too long. 77 people each day receive a organ transplant, but 18 people a day die because the wait for a donor is too long. 6,000 living people donate organs each year which is great, but there are 105,000 on the translate waiting list. Consider for a moment what your organs could do for someone who is in desperate need of a translate. Personally, i believe that if I dont need my organs anymore once I'm gone, then someone else may as well make use of them.
Anyway. Bear in mind some of the things I've said, and spare a moments thought for those who are struggling at the moment.
Thank you. Now on with the story! . . .

Claire's POV

Michael didn't get home until 2am the next morning, but Eve and Shane had decided they were going to wait for him so I fell asleep on the sofa.

It was weird. After had been through together, we had all decided that we would no longer keep secrets from each other. But Michael is, and he's not doing a very good job of hiding it either.

I could tell from just looking at Eve that she was completely torn up about the whole situation. It had been going on for a while now, and slowly and slowly I could see it was starting to get to her more and more, to the fact that I could actually hear her pacing the rooms at night, waiting for Michael to come home.

"We're a couple!" She had exclaimed earlier that night as we were playing monopoly. Still being my birthday and all we decided to have a little bit of fun, even if none of us were completely concentrating. Shane was winning. "We shouldn't be hiding stuff from each other right?"

I rolled the dice and made my move. "Maybe he has good reason for it." I had chimed in.

"Still no excuse Claire." Shane had replied.

And now still half asleep I felt Shane shake my arm gently. "CB, Michael's back. You gonna get up?"

I had rolled over and opened my eyes slightly, but then shut them again straight after. "Maybe in a minute." I mumbled. Shane rubbed my arm and I felt him get up from the sofa, probably leaving the room.

I turned in my sleep, trying not to fall off the sofa. I'd only just woken up but I was still too tired. Not even a minute later I was force to get up as a piercing scream filled the house.

I stumbled my way towards the source of the scream, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I did.
I enter the kitchen but couldn't see what all the fuss was about. Shane was stood directly in front of me with his arms wrapped protectively around Eve. I couldn't see anything else.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Shh!" Shane hissed "And stay back."

I peaked over Shane's shoulder to trying and see what they were both concentrating on , and I gasped.

Because Michael was stood there, his clothes pretty much ripped to shreds, blood smeared across his body, and his naturally blue eye completely red.

He looked evil.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"I dunno." Shane replied in a low voice, not once taking his eyes off Michael. He's pushed Eve behind him. "Just stay back both of you. And if it comes to it, run."

Over Shane's shoulder I could see Michael breathing hard. Before I could stop her Eve was trying to push passed Shane, trying desperately to get to her boyfriend.

"Shane just let me talk to him!" She insisted. "Michael, its me, Eve. What happened to you?" She finely got passed my boyfriend and made her way to him. As I went to follow her Shane said. "No Claire. Its not safe."

"But Eve -"

" - can look after herself." He insisted. "I hope." I didnt fight back, I didnt have the strength. Leaning against Shane's arm I watched the scene unfold in front of me.

Eve walked up to Michael and gently put her hand on to his check, brushing against a scar that was already healing. Because Michael wasn't an old vampire, he found it very hard to heal quickly. "Michael." Eve said again, and even though she said it gently I could here her trying to restrain from shouting at him. "Calm down yeah? Tell me what's going on."

Michael just stared at her. For a moment I thought everything was going to be ok, but then Michael lashed out at his girlfriend, grabbing her violently by the wrist and pulling her closer to him.

He was going to bite her.

I couldn't help it. I screamed. I tried desperately to push passed Shane but he wasn't letting me. "Michael!" I screamed. "Don't! You love Eve, just stop!" I stopped screaming as I ran out of breath. Michael did stop, only a moment short. His arm was still grasped tightly around Eve's wrist, his eyes still red, but he was beginning to look slightly more human. He stared at me, almost as if it was something about me that was stopping him from doing what he was going to do.

Slowly, his eyes returned to their naturally blue colour and he relaxed. Well more like collapsed. He leaned against the counter, his breathing began to speed up, almost like he was having a panic attack. None of us moved, none of us said anything. Shane was leaned against the kitchen doorway, I was stood slightly in front of him, and Eve was stood in the middle of all of us, holding her wrist close to her chest, silent tears running down her face. Shane took a step forward towards her and gently took her arm, looking at her hand. From where I was stood I could see the bruise that was already forming.

"Eve i'm so sorry I would never - " Michael began.

"Quit it Michael. Save it for somebody who cares." Shane shot back. Michael look hurt but he tried again, pleading Eve's forgiveness.

"Eve, I'll explain everything, just give me a chance." He begged. Eve looked at him. She'd stopped crying and now she just looked angry.

"Yeah, like hell you'll explain, but don't expect me to forgive you, you've taken it too far. You even missed Claire's birthday."

"I know." He replied. He turned towards me, his face full of guilt. "I'm sorry Claire. I hope you understand that I never would have missed it unless it was important." I just nodded, too exhausted to talk. I crossed half of the room to the kitchen table and sat down, leaning my head on one of my hands. I looked at Shane, I looked at Eve, and finally I looked back at him.

"Then start explaining."

In the next chapter we will discover what Michael is up to, so stay tuned . . .