So sorry guys, this is what? Second time in a row I'm late? I don't even remember anymore, but I had about three major final projects/exams to do and I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I love giving you guys cliffhangers. but anyway, my last day of sophomore year is Thursday and then im officially a junior! but anyway, I'll have much more time. hope you like the chapter!
Claire's attention refocused on Shane and she began to shake. He was so close to Brandon.
Brandon could kill him right in front of her eyes.
Claire ran to Eve and wrapped a dishtowel around her hand, then reached under the sink for the secret stash of weapons. She dug around but couldn't find a silver stake. She would have settle for a wooden one. Shane was behind Brandon now as he was too busy with Michael and he waved his hand, telling her to throw him the stake and she did.
So fast that Claire almost missed it, she watched as Michael darted around Brandon, grabbed the stake and stabbed him straight through the chest. Claire stayed frozen as things seemed to go in slow motion. Brandon fell to the floor, paralyzed, Eve burst into tears, and despite the blood, Michael went to her and Shane stared at Claire as she still stood motionless, staring at Brandon's body.
The next thing she knew, Shane was standing in front of her, grasping her arms, "Breathe, Claire."
Claire let out a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding and crushed herself to Shane. He folded his arms around her, "It's over." He whispered in her ear, but even the safety of his arms, could she really believe that? Was it ever really over?
Michael left the room, cell phone in hand, no doubt to call Amelie and to get away from the blood, so Claire stepped out of Shane's arms to help clean Eve up, while Shane was on vamp duty.
Soon, though, Claire realized they had all underestimated Brandon.
As Claire had her back to Shane, cleaning Eve's hand, she suddenly heard him cry out and turned to see that Brandon had ripped the stake out of his own chest and had Shane by the neck up against the wall, "No!" she screamed.
He was whispering something in Shane's ear and his eyes widened.
Michael came as just a blur and threw Brandon across the room, breaking more than just the windows. Great, another mess to clean up, but Claire wasn't really focused on that. She ran to Shane who had collapsed on the floor, eyes closed. She put her hands on his cheeks, "Shane? Are you okay? Answer me, please!" he opened his eyes just a slit but took one of her hands in his and kissed it, smiled slightly. Claire let out a big breath of relief, tears rushing down her face.
The relief was short lived when she felt cold fingers wrap around her own throat as Shane's eyes widened. She figured what Brandon had just done to Shane was just to induce fear, she didn't actually see him make a move to kill him, but she feared that this wasn't the same. His fingers painfully squeezed her windpipe, stopping her breath in her throat as he lifted her from the ground.