Michael POV:
Shane turned towards me, pointing the blood covered knife my way. 'brig it vamp boy'.
I turned my gaze to Clare, curled up at the head board with my jacket. The tears once hidden behind her eyes poured down her face mixing with the blood form her cut. She frantically whipped the bloody with the back of her hand, the tissues she once used soaked threw. She looked into my eyes, pain and worry.
'she doesn't need to see this' I told Shane never taking my eyes of her.
'no she needs to see everything' he laughed as he lunged towards me. I was to distracted by Clare to see him and I had no time to react. The knife he was holding plunged down into my chest leaving me paralyzed.
I feel to the floor with a thump. All I could do was watch as Clare screamed my name and tried to climb towards me. But Shane grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed. He ripped the jacket out of her grip leaving her in nothing but underwear. His eyes looked hungry as he climbed on top of her pinning her to the bed.
'MICHAEL!' she screamed over and over again. I couldn't move, I couldn't help her. I was forced to watch on as Shane started to kiss down her body. She screamed out. Pleading with someone to help her. She fought, she kicked hit and bit her way away from Shane trying to get away from him.
He kept kissing his way down her body cupping her boobs and she frantically tried to pull away form him. His hands started to roam around her belly. Tears covered her face, she screamed and screamed. It broke my dead heart to just lie her not able to help her. I was so angry with myself, small tears spilled down my face.
The scene unfolded in front of me. When it came to basics Shane was just about to rape Clare. Little, beautiful Clare. My Clare.
His hands ran up her legs gripping her thighs she whimpered no long able to scream. He was about to Rape Clare, my Clare when out of nowhere he was thrown across the to room knocking his out completely. Clare gave a muffled cry of relief, the knife was removed from my chest leaving me to take in the whole room.
Myrin was clutching Clare in his arms as she cried he covered her in his long trench coat. 'I only came to check on u dear sweet Clare as you didn't answer your phone, i'm so glade i did now' He said Clutching her.
Shane was passed out in the corner with a fresh bite wound in his neck. 'You bite him?' I asked Myrin
'Well of course i bite him, he bloody deserved it and when Amile gets wind of this she's not going to be happy!' He said.
I looked around, very slightly able to move myself again, Shane was out for the count while Clare cried into Myrin's shoulder. I wanted her to be safe, no i needed her be safe. Safe was in my arms, where she belonged, where she has always belonged ever since she walked into this house with that black eye. I needed her.
I stood up heading towards Myrin, 'Myrin, maybe now is a good time to phone Amile?' i asked silently pleading with him, god dammit i needed her.
He looked into my eyes, silently agreeing with me and he shifted letting Clare slide back onto the bed. He dragged Shane out of the room by his foot, we could hear his head hit every step on the way down, not that brain damage would make a difference.
I sat next to Clare who was curled up into Myrin's coat. 'Michael i..' she tried to start before i stopped her.
'No' i said, 'none of this is your fault, don't you ever blame yourself Clare' i told her taking her small hand in mine.
She burst into tears, all i could do was pick her up, resting her on my lap. He destroyed my Clare. Now i'll destroy him.
A few hours had passes, Amile had arrive with Oliver and the Police they took statement's and arrested Shane. Myrin, Amile, Oliver and I all sat in the living room as Clare soundly slept, her head softly resting on my knee. This wasn't the end for Shane, after all Karma's a bitch.