Scared of the dark

by Kiki-or-Coco

Been a while but now Claire is back with a new tale. Not only is there vampires still roaming free after Bishop's needless bites, trying to abolish Morganville but their is someone new... someone making Morganville all the more complicated! Time to fight again and make the war only just ceased, come to life again... is this end of Morganville and its more than troubled past?

20. Chapter 20

Ok here we go, another chapter! Reviews?

Claire's pov

I can still hear the ringing of screams in my ears, every time I shut my eyes I see images… things I just don't want to see.

Will I see my parent's death repeated?

Will the pavement be splattered and pooled with people's blood?

Stop Claire. My mind swirls, deep in thought. Bishop's army or Amelie's plan… I actually don't know which is worse. The screaming went on for what felt like hours- the clock told of only 37 minutes of torture but my head counted more. I felt each scream, I didn't just hear it.

Amelie's words… there was something familiar but something cold hidden inside. 'For a good game, pawns have to be sacrificed. Only the most needed pieces can be protected completely.' What does she mean? 'Only the most needed pieces can be protected completely', this is her town, these are her people- they deserve…

Claire don't lie to yourself. They're the cattle.

My head knows the truth but I just don't want to even think, don't want to imagine the old times again. We were blood donors, on legs. We fought for life and limb… and I helped secure their race. I ridded them of a disease. Maybe I diseased the town.

No Claire. You did the right thing, Michael.

That's true; all I have to remember is Michael. The amount of times I've imagined him becoming the Myrnin I once knew- it features prominently in my nightmares, along with morgue tunnels and all manner of Morganville nightmares.

I'm curled into Shane's warm, reassuring side. We'd fell asleep, as the screaming ended- I don't know how long it took me to actually find sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard and saw things that made me cringe… fear. It wasn't the memories of that night. It wasn't even my parent's death. It's the fact we're all in danger, off something that could vanish like smoke.

My parents may have died but weirdly I'm not mourning any more, they are to be an act, an act that would make him regret coming to back to Morganville.

I know. I know better than anyone. My parents didn't die in vain. They died as a rebellion and Bishop is going to die too- and I'm going to take with it as many of his 'followers' as I can… silver… holy water… a stake. They're dead… well the undead are dying this time.