I'm so sorry for the delay in update had a lot of other things on my mind but here goes… death of a victim? Well nothing is impossible in Morganville!

Claire's pov

Three days have passed and Amelie's reign of terror has officially begun. With fear embedded in her brain of her father over powering again, every member of Morganville is being checked and come again the old punishments that we believed to have been burnt to ash. She trusts no-one and the founder who was beginning to be real is back to the cool, ice queen.

Yet we know she's hiding. No longer a part of Morganville. No speech to tell the population, no further news at all. Oliver has become a worthy leader, helping those who struggle. Don't know what has changed him but like he said; in the threat of a common enemy everyone becomes one. Morganville is ready to fight, we have the army (vampire and human), we have the love… we have power. He'll know we're ready, that girl was a pawn- a good pawn- without her he'll have never found out anything. Three days can begin a war. There was a plan and I can't help but wonder why Amelie killed her so soon? I think she knew more; whether the final plan or part of something.

Shane doesn't want to question it. He believes its betrayal, we help her and she repays us with what? A town full of second glances and mostly fear. Always fear. He remembers the inside of one of those cages, how it's a ticking time bomb. She put them away changed Morganville, but now she bringing back the old rules.

I can remember first entering Morganville in the back of the cab, no one smiled- the little girl waved and her mother panicked; now (well before Friday) people actually smiled and it wasn't faked. In the fading sun the shadows are once again long, people hurry on the street. Michael and Eve are worried, their relationship isn't ridiculed as much now but if Bishop rules- well the past will play once more!

It's time for a beginning, a new dawn to rise on the horizon but well now it's looking bleak. Amelie has panicked, she killed the only hope we have; Bishop is something else. A master of manipulation; a puppeteer.

I can see a fight. I can see Morganville ripped apart. I can see…

"Claire! Claire!" Shane's shouts interrupt my internal babble. "Claire get here! Quick!" I run. Take the stairs at sprint, jump over littered shoes cluttering the entrance hall. Until I just stop. My tongue caught mid shout. Cause it can't be. No. I don't…

"Help me Claire!" Shane is trying but they are too big, he can't manage himself. They are limp, drained of all colour.

Michael and Eve are standing there watching. But it can't be.

I'm dreaming.

I pick up their feet my hands instantly stained with… blood. They are pooling on our floor, bleeding out.

"Michael! Call someone, anyone!" I scream at him; trying to plead for help. Why isn't anyone trying? They are dying on our floor.

"CB? It's too late." Eve tries sops stuck in her throat.

"No!" She isn't. She can't be. My fingers run her throat for a pulse, shaking I feel nothing.

"Shane…" I sob as his arms envelope me. Trying to pries me away from the horror in front.

I'm not dreaming.

I know now this isn't a dream.

I know now, I'm in danger.

Bishop is trying to stop us. He wants his daughter weak. Alone.

My mum. My mum is dead. Drained of her life on my carpet! In my home! All because of Morganville.

Why?

"Claire, look." Shane presses something into my hand, paper. A small fragment of my mum's favorite grocery notepad. A single sentence.

What does she mean to you?

"Shane!" I sob. And everything is forgotten, except my mum lying dead on the floor.

The distant creak of the door in the wind, the howl in the windows; the shadows falling in the door way… they aren't scary. This is.

"Amelie, its Michael. Its Claire's mum… she's… she's been murdered!" I don't wait for a reply Eve's sobs echo my own- except mine are filled with eighteen years of memories. Some regret but mostly love… knowing I'll never see my mother again.

So what do you think? Drama?