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Claire's pov

I lie with my head rested against Shane's shoulder, the night ticks by. For hours now I've watched Shane, the curve of his spine, the dimples in his back. The hulk of muscle I can call mine. His beauty is… is…

Three hours later

"Claire get up!" Shane's shout wakes me with a jump; I roll in the bed to find Shane hovering over the side of the bed. "They are coming! Claire get up! Get ready!"

My sleepy mind is trolling through the information at a snail's pace until I remember the word fight. "We're fighting?" I scream at Shane. Looking like he's running out of patience, he sits on the end of our bed.

"Claire I need you to get up and get ready, they're coming…Claire remember…" Shane begins but is cut off.

"They're coming through the back!" Someone screams from out in the corridor.

"I'm coming!" Shane yells back. "Claire remember…" The screams are now echoing off the marble interior of founders square; the narrow hallways give the idea of many hand in hand combats. "Remember I love you!" He doesn't give me time to respond, despite the fighting behind our door he kisses me, kisses me full on the lips taking my breath away- pulling my feet from the ground, our hands tangle in each other's hair- he pulls his face away from mine and whispers with his lips so close to mine, "God I love you, please stay safe."

And before I can even whisper it back he is gone, my hulk of muscle gone into battle. I know I should move but its like all manner of safety has gone- dressed in three day old jeans and Shane's ratty old sweatshirt- I grab the silver gun Shane left on my bedside- solid silver- a gun probably more expensive than everything I own. I creep slowly to behind the door, unlike Shane I don't storm out… I hide.

I stay hidden minute after minute until I hear the distinctive creek of wood right outside my door, I position the gun just like Shane told me remembering that on shooting my shoulder will have to ride the blow. I stand in silence, watching as another barrel edges slowly around the corner. If I wasn't standing so close to the door I wouldn't have heard it, "CB?"

"Eve!" I whisper in relief. "What we doing?"

"You're staying put!" She must see the look of disgust on my face. "Amelie's orders, don't mess with Ice Queen! First rule of survival hide." Eve tries to smile I know, know it's fake.

"Eve just go." I say "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Positive! Stay peachy!"

"Always CB!" With that Eve leaves into a silent corridor.

I've never been a person who hates being alone but now… oh man I could do with Michael… Eve… Shane.

"Ok… your ok… you're safe" I chant repeatedly to myself. "No-one is going hurt you…"

"I wouldn't be so sure." Said a cold voice. I hear a gun click, and a trigger pull back. I don't know whether I feel or hear the bullet first. I pull my gun and shoot aimlessly, I hear a hiss of pain but I know I'm hit.

Looking down at my shirt I see the blood spreading, like water out of a broken dam. I sink to my knee watching the blood soak the cream carpet.

"Claire!" I hear Shane scream. "Claire!" Gun shots. More howls of pain. "Claire! Oh shit!"

Everything goes black.

The last thing I hear is Shane… howling.

The end.

And that's it. The end of 'scared of the dark.' Thank you for everyone who had been there from start to end and I leave it up to you to make up your own mind as to whether Claire survived…

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