Shanes POV –

I looked down, Claire's head was resting on my shoulder. We were sitting in the backseat of the car, on our way home from the hospital. I glanced up to see Eve and Michael fighting over the volume dial, a smile played on my lips as Eve turned the sound right up and Michael frowned, trying to turn it back down again. I felt Claire's hand slide across my chest, clutching my t-shirt as she snuggled in closer. I gently planted a kiss on her forehead and rested my head against hers. Closing my eyes I let the relief flood through me, I pulled her in tighter, never wanting to let her go.

Claire's POV –

I woke up as the car jolted to a harsh, sudden stop. I saw Shane's head snap up too, but Eve and Michael just looked straight ahead, looking a bit shocked. Their heads slowly turned to look at each other, a smirk playing on their lips. They both burst out laughing and got out of the car, heading for the front porch. I looked up at Shane, my eyebrows burrowed together. His facial expression was similar to mine as he looked down at me, clearly we had missed something. We shrugged and piled out of the car after them.

As soon as I had stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, it hit me. The icy feeling ran through my body and as I looked up at the sky, it started to pour down with rain. Every drop was like an icicle stabbing me, it was freezing. I saw Shane running towards the front door, yelling at Eve and Michael to hurry up. I pulled my jacket on tighter and ran after them, trying to make sure I didn't slip over.

"Dude hurry up, we're about to freeze out here." Shane death stared Michael as he clumsily fiddled with the keys, trying to unlock the door. After what felt like forever, Michael finally opened the door and we all hurried inside. At first we all just stood there, shivering. All I could hear was heavy breathing and teeth chattering, until Shane broke the silence.

"What the fuck? Did we suddenly move to Antarctica or something? How bloody cold is it!" We all just nodded in agreement, too cold to say much else.

"I might go light a fire, Eve turn the heater on will you?" Michael walked out of our group huddle and headed for the living room as Eve nodded and hurried off down the hall to find the thermostat. Shane grabbed my waist and spun me around to face him, "Are you alright?" his eyes were wide, full of concern but happiness. I nodded and stretched up on my toes, gently kissing his lips.

"Shane! Do we have marshmallows?" Eve's voice echoed through the house, Shane sighed and gave me one of his lazy smiles then kissed my forehead and walked off to the kitchen.
I dug my hands into my pockets and made my way to the living room. Michael was sitting in one of the arm chairs with Eve on his lap. The fire lit up the whole room, leaving nice shadows and tones on everything. It smelled amazing and every now and again it would crackle, making me jump at first. I fell in a heap on the couch, getting comfy just as Shane walked in with two bags of marshmallows. Eve squealed and jumped up, skipping to the corner of the room to grab the roasting sticks. She handed them out and stuck about five marshmallows on her stick then stuck them near the fire, letting them roast. I smiled and sat up, making room for Shane. He came and sat next to me, bringing a bag of Marshmallows with him. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly hot he looked, the light from the fire was making his skin an amazing warm tone and there were shadows cast on his face, bringing out his features. He glanced up at me and gave me a big goofy smile. My heart melted and I felt my cheeks go red, which just made him smile even more. We opened up the marshmallow packet and stuck a few on the ends of the sticks, then waited for Eve to finish roasting hers. Michael had gotten out his guitar, he was tuning it and strumming a few random keys. Every time he played it was like heaven in your ears, he was truly amazing.

"I still think you should go for another gig Michael." Eve suggested as she turned around, no longer concentrating on her marshmallows. He shrugged as if to not really care but I saw something in his eyes, a hint of sadness?
"Man you actually should, think of the money we could get out of that." At this point we were all watching Michael tune his guitar, he almost started to look uncomfortable. I didn't usually see that in Michael, he was always the calm and collected one, not really fazed by anything.

"I don't know, a lot of people can play guitar these days, nothing spe-" He began to protest, "Yeah but no one can play as good as you! Especially not in this town, maybe a little bit of live music will lighten everyone's moods. Make the town a better place, you know?" Eve turned back around to her marshmallows and her mouth fell open.
"Oh shit, are you kidding me?" I looked over at Eve as she cursed and saw that while she hadn't been looking she had let the marshmallows go into the flame, and the end ones had melted off and were now just goo on the fire wood. I giggled as she pulled the stick back, blowing on her remaining three, because they were charcoal black. And on fire. She groaned but ate them anyway, pulling a few funny faces that we all giggled at.
"Alrighty, think you've had enough time trying to cook, let me show you how to really cook a marshmallow." Shane smirked and got up, making his way over. Eve rolled her eyes but moved out of the way, grabbing a few raw marshmallows to eat. As Shane began to roast his marshmallows, Michael cleared his throat.

"So are we going to talk about what happened?" He glanced around the room, looking at all of us until his eyes settled on me. As I looked at Shane and Eve, I realised they were both staring at me too.

"What?" I asked, a bit confused.

"The hospital Claire bear, what happened?" Eve said softly as she chewed on her raw marshmallows.

"Oh." I glanced back to Shane and then looked down.

"Well Amelie visited me." There was silence for a few seconds, that's all I really felt like saying.

"Yeah we know that, but what did she do? Before she came you were in pain and screaming, but then she drops in for two minutes and suddenly you're laughing and jumping around all happy?" Eve said curiously. They were obviously all eager to know what had happened and what Amelie had given me to cure me so well and so quickly. I sighed and told them what I knew, which honestly wasn't that much.

"Well when she came in she handed me a little vile full of thick, red liquid. She said by drinking all of it, it would make me better and that I could go home." I looked around and saw they were all staring at me still, motioning for me to continue.
"I'm not really sure what it was, it tasted terrible though. It felt like I was going to choke on it. It actually reminded me a bit of blood when I looked at it, but obviously Amelie wouldn't make me drink blood." I laughed at that thought but as I looked at their faces I slowly stopped. They were all looking at each other, a bit confused and worried.

"Claire, I'm not saying it was, but if what she gave you was blood, there could be a pretty big problem." Michael said slowly.

"Okay guys, I'm not a vampire, I don't drink blood. And Amelie knows that. She wouldn't give me blood, that's gross. And if drinking blood means causing a problem, then she defiantly wouldn't have given me any. I mean she was helping fix a problem, not cause more." I started getting really defensive and I wasn't sure why.

"Well the problem wouldn't affect her. In fact it would probably benefit her in many ways."

"So then how is it a problem?" I was getting really confused, what did they know that I didn't? They all looked at each other, their faces getting more worried.

"Claire, if what Amelie gave you really was blood, and you drank it.." Michael trailed off and looked down.
"What? What do you all know?" I started to panic and get ideas in my head of what they could possibly be talking about. But I didn't want to believe any of them, couldn't I just be healthy again, end of story?

"If the blood was human blood then you're fine. Heck, if the blood was regular vampire blood then you're also fine. But if that happened to be Amelie's blood.." Eve trailed off too, I was getting annoyed now.

"Someone tell me!" I yelled at them, and they all shrunk back a bit, surprised at how loud I could yell.

"If that was Amelie's blood, then you could change." Shane spoke quietly. He had been quiet pretty much this entire time. I looked over at him and saw the look in his eyes and how pale his face had gone.

"Change..?" More ideas flashed through my mind, but I refused to believe them. "Change how?"

"Claire, you could turn into a vampire." Michael's voice echoed the room as everyone went dead silent. Shane hung his head and Eve wouldn't look me in the eye. I started to breath heavily, my hands were sweaty and I'd never felt so scared. I looked at Michael, waiting for him to say they were just kidding, that everything was going to be okay. That Amelie would never give her blood away, it was too precious for that. But he didn't say anything. Instead, he too, looked terrified as he stared back at me.