Myrnin POV

Once I had lain claire down comfortably to recharge, I returned to the main lab. It was a utter success. We had done it! My creation of a hundred years ago was still running - more or less - on the additions of new technologies over the years. Claire had helped a great deal with this recent addition. My greatest child.

Frank Collis smiled at me as my full frame was clearer in under the scientific lights.

"That was the weirdest crap I've ever done, Mrynin, and I've done a lot of crazy crap in my life." he greeted me cooly. Monotone. I brushed his complaint aside as I weaved between the large surgeon-like desks. Where had I put it?

"You will not need to do it again. Much." I conceded causing Frank's image to barely flicker as his body reflected his inside feelings. That was good. He merely felt annoyance, not nearly the murdering frame of mind.

"Much?" His voice said from behind me now. I was still looking for it. Where had the retched man put it now? Think. If I was forced to pose as a man I hated, what would I do?

"Play time is over, Dog, where is my machine?"

"What machine?"

"You know very well which machine." I came to the edge of my thither. Frank was not nearly as close as Claire's brain to what i wanted in my machine. The Morganville machine. The very machine was the entity of the town. The life force.

And the bloody fool stood before me... was the power. Just my eternal luck.

"Oh, the machine with my brain in it? That's been moved to a more secure area -"

"- how dare you?-"

"- whilst I had the suitable body to get past the security measures."

He began to walk away from me in his three-dimensional body. Claire had been the one who had made that giant leap for us. With mu help of course. It was part of our bargain for my turning of her to vampirism.

We had to make Frank Collins feel more alive.

"Whatever you have done, Claire will not be happy."

"You think I care about that slut? My son has..."

"- informed you?"

"Not in the way you are thinking," Frank was circling me as I was still searching for the damn machine. The scarred and harsh set of his face would have made him horrific to a human. I was not scared, having seen the depths of the underworld themselves. I stop moving to look at the 'man-vampire-machine' in interest as he continues, "He now has a death wish for vampires, even more than before. Vampires kissed his girl. And now they're bloody gonna turn her."

A chuckle sneaks out from between my pearly white teeth. Frank shot me a disgusted look - as if Michael's hormonal actions were my fault - before vanishing all together in an albeit dramatic swish. With nothing to do but listen to mind's voices, I took my leave then. Each step was heavy, yet tender. Calculated, yet crazy.

A modern woman once said you can learn a lot from someone from their feet. Or was it shoes?

I shook my head in despair for the present generations. The pure and volatile teachings of chemistry and alchemy no longer mattered. Alcohol and sex ruled the world. Not that i don't enjoy them both, however.

My steps took me back towards the room where Claire was unconscious on my bed. Yum, I thought as I came to see the slender body of my soon-to-be-vampire assistant beneath the deep burgundy velvet blanket cover. Her chest rising and falling. Just that, over and over.

I watched the human sleep with interest, as many vampires do in so-called modern-day fiction. I was not brooding, not like the pathetic excuse for a vampire...Edmund. Or Edward? It did not matter. He was unintelligent either way.

Stood in the same spot for what may have been hours, it did not matter, the breathing suddenly became aware. Then out of the silence her voice travelled to me.

"Mrynin, does it work?"

Amelie POV

The upcoming events of the day needed to be perfectly executed. A new-born vampire is the most strongest, most volatile creature on earth. We must not allow it to reign free.

I turned to face the child. Her face, so young yet determined, was line-less; not a wrinkle penetrating the skin. My hand touched my face without permission. The two of us would never have to worry about aging wrinkles again. This made me happy.

There were four of us in my ornate office, my residence for the last twelve hours, dotted around the room. As I crouched down into an unfamiliar pose before a new furniture addition to the room, I caught each man's eyes. Mrynin, Oliver, Michael and... My father.

I focused on my creator's steady eyes before focusing on inches away from me, toward the seated child. I stared into her eyes and yet he seemed to mock my averted gaze, still, even in portrait. I had Oliver paint it as a reminder of the great things this town - my child - had overcome.

Regret began to seep into me. He was not a man to ridicule, I knew, but I could not help my need to make the joke of the Bishop name. The man had nearly killed the entire town before the Draug attacked. Nearly.

The Draug, now those were creatures I would not even dare to speak of. They were my worst fears, and my only nightmare. However, I admitted myself, for all honesty I was afraid of being alone even more. This was why I created my vampire bloodline in the primarily.

"Are you ready, Claire? It may hurt a little." I tell her with an almost motherly tone. This child brought out the deeply buried human in me, profoundly. Before she could even open her mouth, Michael snickered.

"Don't lie to her, Founder." He sneered with an ugly look on his angelic face. The two contrasting of beauty on one man was alluringly haunting. But this did not matter. I tilted my head towards my youngest child, whom was lounging on my throne-like chair with his filthy feet on my beautiful desk; I noted he was also speaking with arrogance. If he wished to act so, he may as well be an outlandish Nomad. Disgusting behaviour in my presence.

"I would not, Boy. I am allowing you to be here, as you are the youngest and therefore most likely to understand the pain she may or may not go through. You are not here to pass judgement nor cause Claire pain."

Mrynin darted out from behind me in a flash. After a forced blink on my part, he had Michael up on the wall by the neck.

"I am ready." Claire said, almost as a way of diverting attention for Michael. The boy who had ruined her life not a day ago.

I bit into my wrist and caught a taste of rapturing blood. Claire's eyes widened slightly as I forced into her mouth. My eyes met Mrynin's - who was still holding Michael away like a rabid dog - as I listened to her retching and gulping.

The change came quickly.

It was the same as the others. A slight curiosity becomes a devouring obsession in seconds. Claire became obsessed with blood in that moment, the second of euphoria before the devastating pain on both our parts.

I swayed and fell into the chair she had now vacated. I barely registered the child writhing and screaming, Mrynin holding her hand like a life line and Michael watching with unguarded horror on his face.

To me, it was like I was in England, watching an early Shakespearian play all over again. The drama, the lights, the emotion.

Her screaming developed a beautiful tone as the vampirism overtook her and her ever so clear brown eyes met mine. The young meeting the old, with comprehension between us two. That gaze held the understanding of what she wanted so badly.

Blood.

Michael left the room with a storm of thunderous betrayal; obviously feeling like Rosaline would have done with Romeo. Like a lover and a wife. He had lost a friend here that day.

No-one but I noticed how he was muttering about Eve and Shane; their safety and unforgivable loyalty to Claire despite it all. Or how, as he shut my office door on the new-born vampire, he had something murderous in his eye.

The screaming stopped when the door swung shut. Claire and Mrynin both looked at me expectedly, but I merely spread out my hands.

"It is done," I announced, feeling pride flowing in as I had once again remained alive for such a dangerous blood transfer. I felt invinicble as I focused as I had previously, on the Claire's face.

She revealed her newly grown fangs. Both Mrynin and I saw that they caught the light from the candlelarbra above us with a tantalising seduction.

And at last, Claire smiled.