Hey! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Well here is another update chapter 13; let's see some more character and let's find Bishop!
Claire's pov
My mum. My dad.
My mum. My dad.
It's not real. It can't be.
Can it really be less than twenty four hours ago? Twenty four hours ago I had to parents, now I have none. Tears fill my eyes, making it just impossible to think. Mum with those stuffed bell peppers, Dad with his concern and worry- I'm going to get him for my parents I'm going to find him… and I'm going to kill him.
"Myrnin, what's so important that you have to push your way through my security?" Amelie asks in an annoyance filled tone. Her night has been as bad as mine- apparently. Her father is going round killing humans, and she can't even trace him. "If you haven't already realised Myrnin we're busy; trying to find anything in connection to my father!" She's right. Her and Shane are searching all of last night's surveillance tapes in some hope of seeing anything, whilst Michael and Eve have been trying to come up with multiple way that bishop could of boycotted Morganville security- to see I've been preoccupied is an understatement.
This isn't a dream Claire.
That's all that is keeping me sane. I know this isn't a dream but I want it so badly to be. I want to wake up snuggled against Shane, with the sun dancing lazily on the horizon to find Morganville just a normal Texas town just with some people who are slightly allergic to the sun … fat chance. No I wake up to have both parents dead; having been murdered. I don't know why I'm not crying; I think it's because I'm doing something about it, my mind keeps playing away from the point though- thinking about my childhood… thinking about my parents…
Stop Claire! Stop it, make their loss mean something!
That's what is making me go on, the fact that if I do it will mean that they will have meant something, will mean they will have made a difference.
"Well if you would just listen, I could save you the trouble…" Myrnin drawls.
"What?" Amelie snaps, giving Myrnin her full, undivided attention. Each head in the room turns to face Myrnin- even the guards upon the doors.
"It was not your father who murdered Mr and Mrs Danvers." Spoken with no emphasis on any word, just like a fact or statement. He makes it feel manageable. In all his crazy, he knows me and knows how to protect me. But like ice down my spine Amelie begins to question.
"Don't be ridiculous; of course it was my father's doing! Who else would do something as targeted and malicious?" Her tone is surprisingly formal as if dealing with a stranger.
Myrnin stands tall dressed as if in the dark, in the finest riding slacks and a Hawaiian shirt as colourful as the rainbow. "Amelie you misunderstand me, I did not for one second say that your father was not part of these crimes I merely said that he did not commit the crime." Taking a deep unneeded breath Myrnin finishes with "A pile of ash was found this morning, just after sunrise the DNA found in the ashes was matching to that found upon the bodies- I'm sad to tell you that these vampires still have traces of the diseases and are susceptible to creating others." Turning to face me. "That is why –though it pains me deeply- you parent's remains have been burned to cinders as to dispose of the germs they were carrying from their murderer. I'm sorry Claire, deeply sorry; your mother and father were always very welcoming when I used to visit."
Before I can reply Shane has stood from the chair he was sitting. "Now wait your telling me that there are no remains to bury; her parents have been 'disposed' of?" He's pissed but for all the right reasons. Myrnin not noticing Shane's mood simply nods and moves on to talk to Amelie. Shane's fists clench at his sides, drawing back to hit… to attack.
"Don't." Michael calmly placing his hands over Shane's clenched fists.
"Guys maybe you should look?" Eve's high voice comes from Shane's vacated seat. Paused on the TV is Bishop's face, blood smeared on this face, a smile showing many blood encrusted teeth.
"How?" Amelie breathes.
Exactly.