Thank you for reading and following :D I don't own Morganville. This chapter isn't in any particular characters point of view.
Claire woke up and immediatly was aware that her lover was in fact not in the bed with her. She quickly pulled a pair of dark blue stretchy skinny jeans, and a black t-shirt on that read in bold white letters I bite. It had been a given to her recently as a joke by none other then her best friend Eve. After smoothing her hair out, she exited the room to go look for Myrnin.
She found him quickly as she used her gift to help her search the house. He was in the room that worked as a study. The walls lined with rows and rows of books. Myrnin was sitting cross legged on the floor, piles of books surrounded him and he was quickly flipping through one.
When she entered he didn't look up but she knew he was aware of her presence. Unsure of whether or not she should just dive right in and join her lover she hesitated in the door frame. "Claire don't just stand there take a seat and make sure I hadn't missed anything in these books." Myrnin said gesturing to the stack to his right.
Immediatly Claire got to work flipping through each book. She was only a fraction of a second slower than Myrnin at absorbing the words on the pages. In fact to an outsider it would look as if she wasn't focused on the pages at all, though it was quite the opposite. So much so that she hadn't noticed her lover move until his arms slid around her shoulders.
He kissed her cheek softly before darting off to get his lover some blood. One of the perks to being a vampire was the speed. However with the speed came the curse of impatience. This was one of those moments as Myrnin became agitated that the microwave wasn't quicker.
A mere thirty seconds seemed way to long as he fidgeted with the hem of the vest he had blindly thrown on. None of his attire matched, which didn't bother him in the least. There was more important matters at hand. He still had yet to come to a decision regarding whether or not he would pay a certain vampire a visit. He shook away the thought for now he had reason to be wary.
When he returned he watched as his little bird quickly finished a book and sat it asside. In the mere two minutes he had been gone she had accumulated two stacks of gone through books. He knew this was a useless task, having her go through books he had already checked but still. He felt it better to delay having to speak to Amelie about the alternative.
In the end he realized there was no real decision to make because it would come to that eventually. He raked a hand through his hair before composing himself as he handed his little bird the glass of warm blood. She thanked him, and he pretended to go back to his books. Though his eyes and hands moved his thoughts were else where.
After they had both finished all the books that had any reference to the crow? or Morrighan, and Chogan. It was already night and Myrnin had wasted both of their time. Not that he was going to admit that, instead he stood abruptly toppling a few stacks of books in the process. He pulled a confused Claire up.
Ignoring her questions of where they were going? And what was the matter? He simply dragged her through a portal he had opened while he pulled his lover along. She stopped talking the moment they stepped through.
Much like the other night when they had first confronted Amelie about the crow they were in her home. Only this time Amelie wasn't put off by the duo's sudden appearance. Oliver however paid no mind to the guest and continued on with his task of mapping out all places that should be watched. They were possible hiding spots that if the Crow should choose to fight were the most likely places they would stake out as their hide away.
From what Oliver had learned they would avoid underground places unless it was a last resort. Yet Oliver was not a fool when it came to war and strategies it was the one reason Amelie had tolerated his past behavior. Though he was now the lover of the women herself she still remained guarded in a sense around him. Only in their most intimate moments did she fully seem to drop her guard.
Amelie knew there was a big possibility that in future he may use their relationship in an attempt to over throw her. Yet at the moment that wasn't a problem so she focused all her attention on her friend Myrnin instead. She could see he was still annoyed with her but he pushed it aside. Like the founder he knew this was not the time to allow his annoyances to get the better of him.
"Amelie... I will need to speak with him." Myrnin said knowing full well she would be able to connect who this him he spoke of was. "Tell me dear friend what makes you think he would speak freely and even then that he wouldn't spew lies?" Amelie raised her chin as she spoke.
Claire quietly observed as her fiancé and the founder stared each other down silently. Finally she had enough and spoke, "who is this man your talking about?" Claire was sure she would be ignored but Amelie decided to indulge the girl and answer her. "Myrnin wishes to speak to Francois."
Claire's eyes widened in both confusion and horror. She had believed Bishop's lackey to be dead. She wasn't all to sure how to feel about the vampire who had bitten her during the fight against Bishop, but she did know that anything to do with him was bad. Oliver to seemed shocked but only because he failed to see a connection between speaking to the man and the matter of the Crow.
Both Claire and Oliver wanted to ask why? But Myrnin explained before they even opened their mouths to utter the question. " There is always a chance the snake will lie but if there is anyone who would know of the answers we seek it will be him. He has faced many creatures in fact he has written most of the journals on the different creatures that we store in the library!"
This surprised Claire she had not pictured the overly flirty, cocky, jerk as someone who held knowledge on anything that didn't involve flirting, and well biting into girls necks. Amelie and Myrnin had gone back to their staring again. Claire went back to quietly watching, but the three of them were in for a shock as Oliver decided to put his input in. "At this point though I hate the fool... I do believe he is... right on this matter."
Instantly the three vampires heads snapped in his direction. They all were not only shocked but also suspicious. Oliver never agreed with Myrnin, even if he knew Myrnin was right his pride wouldn't allow him to simply agree. So what had changed this time?
Amelie was trying to calculate just what was going on in the mind of her lover. Myrnin was wondering if somehow Oliver was scheming something. Claire was thinking they were screwed if Oliver was agreeing with Myrnin the world was surely ending. In the end Amelie relented giving both him and Claire the necessary passes.
Though Myrnin had wanted to leave Claire out of it he knew there was no way she would listen. "Myrnin do we have time to stop at the Glass house?" His lover asked. Realizing he could use this in his favor he opened a portal to the Glass house rather then the place they kept criminals of the vampire kind.
He spent the next ten minutes convincing Claire to stay with her friends and inform them while he went to speak to Francois. Finally Claire who didn't actually want to have to face the Bishop's lackey agreed. So she spent time informing her friends on the events of the last few days. While Myrnin quickly left through the portal.
Little did they know that a lovesick crow had decided he needed to speak to his past lover. After Chogan had discovered the house where his lover dwelled was empty he took flight. Closing his eyes he let his wings take him to his goddess. He remained on the roof as he waited for a chance to draw her out.
Technically this was not going against any of the rules that the vampire in charge had set. After all he just wanted to speak with her. At least that's what Chogan kept repeating in his mind. Even though he knew that talking wasn't the only thing he wanted, but for now he would settle for that.
In the past he had learned that talking to her reincarnations usually helped him win her trust. Though each of those times he had failed to break the curse. He knew having her trust was the key.
So he waited until the rest of the people in the house fell into a slumber. He quickly found the room where his Ciqala was staying in. Shifting into bird form he pitched on a tree branch near her window. Though her curtains were closed he knew she was asleep.
Taking a breath he allowed his mind to connect with hers so he could enter her dreams once again.