Hello guys! Long time no see. I do apologise. I haven't had much time on my hands as of late. I have a full time job now, haha. So it makes it difficult to keep writing a fanfiction. However, I love this fanfiction, and I am so very proud of how far it has come (sounds like I am ending it) LOL. I suppose the lack of updates, confuses people to where the time stands within the fanfiction, from when Claire and Michael die. It has only been about a space of 3-4 days. So tis' all good. Anyway my fellow readers, thank you for sticking with me this long. Lets hope I can deliver a chapter that makes up for those last 8 months of not updating (ALMOST A YEAR!). BTW EVANGELINE, HAS BEEN SHORTENED TO ALINE, JUST CAUSE. It is only a nickname though. OMG ENJOY AND PLEASE REVIEW. I apologize in advance for any spelling, grammar mistakes or whatevs. :D Not as long as I would have liked.. but enough to sustain you.
HAHA. LOVE YOU ALL! Here goes CHAPTER 24! And here is a cookie and a glass of milk for your patience (just pretend) XOXO
Chapter 24
Shane's POV
I felt distant. I couldn't think properly anymore. Too much time had passed. Claire was gone, nothing could be done. I paced around the glass house. Constantly cursing at all the things I could have done to prevent this. If I hadn't been such a jackass, and not been so stupid to strike the most valued asset to Morganville, Claire and Michael would be here, be here watching some crappy film, with crappy beers and crappy popcorn. And no matter how crap it was, it was home, and I missed it all.
Without even thinking I grabbed my coat and stormed out of the door.
Myrnins POV
"Well isn't it my lucky night? First my brother appears back from the dead, only to have not been dead for the past god knows how many years. But no, dear brother does not stop there, he brings his little witch with him. So where has she been exactly? Clearly not here to tell me my big old brother was alive. Of course I would not want to know that. Of cour- OH now look what you have done. My poor babies," my bunny slippers had begun rip at the seams, after all I had been pacing for the past few hours, "you have upset them, so much so they have started to come undone. You had better get me some ne-."
"MYRNIN!" Gwion sounded, all to loud for me. "Is there any need? That was rhetorical if you did not know already. I do hope you have finished your flamboyant ramble about your feelings on our reunion. I know I did you wrong, but we must leave it as of now. There are more important tasks at hand."
It must have been the first reasonable thing he had said since he got here.
"Alright, I am listening." I sat slothfully into my chair and waited. I gestured impatiently with my hands.
"You remember that night that we tried to flee England?" the memory brought pain to Gwions face, a memory so uneasy to forget. He carried on.
"Well, when I died, Aline, s-she stayed with me. You had already gone, she tried to find you. After trying she came back to me and had enough strength to carry me back to Ada's house. I stayed there for weeks on end, until she finally found something to save me. But you must know it is not one straightforward. It will bring them back, but it isn't that simple."
I sprung up from my chair, restlessness slipping away, pure adrenaline rushing through my veins. Light sparked in the back of my eyes, red flushed my cheeks, my fangs jammed themselves impatiently into my lips. I relished the taste of blood.
"This had better be good. Oh for you must swear it. Swear it upon your life. You may be my brother, but if you mislead me into finding my Claire, and nothing come from it, I will kill you again. For your loss would mean little to me. I lost you years ago Gwion. You want to help me? You had better be sure you can offer your services. As for you dear Aline," I stalked over to where her lithe form stood. As I inhaled the seductive tone of blood that surrounded her like an aura, I spoke. "You had better be as good as they say, or-" I wrapped her delicate blonde hair around my finger and tugged lightly. "I'll kill you too." at that Gwion snapped. He bared his fangs, as he threw himself in front of Aline, like a dog guarding his bone. I laughed, for I could not help it. "Woof!" I whispered as I sprang into the air and leaped at my brother, claws slashing the air with force.
Shane's POV
I walked briskly through Morganvilles street, the lights guiding me. I didn't know where I was taking myself until my feet hit the steps of the hospital. I took a deep breath, I had thought about coming here for the past few days. It was not the best of ideas but I had to try. I stalked into the hospital, and kept my head down. I tried to avoid peoples stares. I turned left to exit the corridors and take the stairwell. I crept past the doctors and nurses that flooded the wings of the hospital. I turned a dark corner, and there was another flight of stairs, until I reached the very bottom of the hospital. My pace slowed as I reached the door that was marked 'MORGUE' in bold black letters. I felt my heart tighten. I wrenched the door open and inhaled sharply as the stench of citrus disinfectant, and decay tickled my throat. It was alarming, and eerie. The room dark, only lit by small lights upon the ceiling. Dim and depressing. I inched further into the room, to thankfully see no-one there. I carried on forward until I turned a corner, and my heart jumped out of my chest with shock. "E-Eve?" I spluttered. "What are you doing here?" I whispered sharply.
"Could say the same about you Collins. Care to explain?" Her eyes were dark and shadowed. Lack of sleep I guess.
"No, you go first. Why you here Gothica?"
"I came here to find my boyfriend," she laughed. "Huh, seems crazy when you say it out loud. You?" she inclined her head.
"Me too. Well not your boyfriend, mine. Girlfriend. Claire, you know what I mean." God I needed sleep, but it didn't seem to come as easy anymore.
"Well, thought I would never see the day, want to confess your love now? I mean he can't hear you. Probably a good idea, he might just ravish you otherwise. Anyway Collins, lets get back to the topic. What do you want to do with the body of your dead girl?"
"Don't say it like that!"
"Like what?" She looked at me puzzled.
"Like I am gonna play happy families with her body! I-I just wanted to bring her home I thought that mayb-," I was cut off.
"Maybe her soul would be connected to the house, through her body? Like last time?" She smiled somberly.
"It could work, I mean we haven't heard nothing up to now, but this, this might work. Think about it. Michael's soul was protected by the Glass House, and so was Claire's. Maybe they are already there? Their bodies could strengthen them. Come on, we have to try!"
"Wait a minute," She held her hand up with bewilderment. "You want to take Claire and Michael's corpses home? From the hospital? Two dead bodies? How, how could we manage that? Like seriously Shane, you can't just steal bodies from the morgue and it not look suspicious. 'Oh excuse me miss, me and my dead boyfriend are trying to pass through, many thanks.' You want to do that?" disbelief was covering her face.
"Well what was you doing here then? Definitely not a dinner date with a dead man. You came for the same thing. Admit it, you just think cause I said it, it makes it unrealistic. It could be a way, some way to save her." I pleaded.
"Fine, but you're grabbing the feet." She smiled. I laughed as we began to take our partners home.
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Oliver's POV
It had been days. Days since I had plunged a stake into Amelie's heart. It felt like an eternity. I was still under Naomi's curse. One that drowned my free will in her poison, I tried all within my power to break it. No harm could come to me from myself. I had tried. I had tried to coat my body with silver flakes. I could not, for my body threw me out of the way of the lashing silver that caught the sun within its grasp, as if I was controlled by a remote. Burning myself in the sun did not work either, as soon as sweat beaded down my face and fell onto my feet I raced out of the sun until I was enclosed in the shadows. I could not break the hold. No matter how strong a soul I was, I was no match for her influence, and it killed me so.
Rushes of Amelie's still face appeared in my head, the dry tears staining her cheeks, her scarlet lips open, inhaling nothing. That was my fault. I should not have gotten so involved with her, at least then she would have been safe. I should have killed Naomi when I got the chance, I should have struck of her head with my sword. Who knew a draug would save her malicious soul from death.
My rancor for Naomi drove me to carry on. To hold on to me, to fight her influence. I was not to be controlled. I was to lead, and I would. I would break this.
Amelie's POV
I was not dead. Not yet. Paralyzed in my own skin I may be. But dead I was not. I am Amelie, Founder of Morganville, the worlds most powerful and eldest Vampire. I am not dead. I am strong. Oliver crossed me at my most vulnerable, and for that he shall pay. He will be broken into a thousand shards and left to burn into a pile of ashes. But he doesn't deserve death, he deserves worse, my wrath.
"Amelie?" a soft silvery voice spoke. "Oh Amelie. My dear sister. Now, now what have you got yourself into?" she stalked over to where I lay upon the bed, tracing the stake that was struck through my dead heart. "Now you know not to play with things that can so easily kill you. My dear you have grown tactless." My lips tried to form words. Only air breathed from my lips. Her fingers pressed upon my lips and action of silence.
"Sssh, don't waste your breath. I like talking to you like this. It is like you are really listening to me. It is rather comforting to know you are taking notice." Her face came closer, her delicate face was broken with hatred for me, like a crack in fine china.
"Now you listen dear one, you will pay for what you did to me. Killing me and failing brings a delicious taste of revenge. You laying here crippled, is a waste, and for that you can become a pawn within in my game. She came nearer until her breath was on my neck, she whispered into my ear "I vous méprise." as she sank her fangs into my neck, her poison icing my veins.
Myrnin's POV
The fight died when Aline's power struck us both. Mine and Gwions bodies hitting the wall so hard a crack ruptured my wall. I cried sharply.
"I hope you know you are going to pay for that." I said as I spat blood and a tooth onto the lab floor.
"Do you have to hyperbolize everything Myrnin, its about the size of a car. The both of you need to pull yourselves together. The more your egos clash, the more time we lose. Now get up the pair of you." Aline stood strong. "In order for us to save Claire and Michael there is a price you have to pay."
"I should have known this, a witch would never do anything for free. What do you desire? You can not have Bob though. He is off the cards. Or my bunny slippers. Fred and Ted have already been through so much already. Oh! And you cannot have my neon flip flops, I hold them so dear."
"No Myrnin, I do not want such nonsensical things." She spoke so seriously.
"Then what is it you want? I will give anything for her."
"Your soul. I need your soul." she whispered.
"My, my soul? What? No, you can't possibl- you, no-haha, that cannot be, no," I collapsed to my knees.
"She is right Myrnin, in order to bring her back, she needs to be bound, to a soul. The same does apply to Michael, they have to be bound to a soul of this world to be brought back. Think of your soul being a magnet, one that bounds you to her, and vice versa. It is the only way" Gwion's eyes held sympathy.
"It is how I am here today Myrnin. Aline sacrificed her soul for me. We are forever bound. Her soul and mine attached for eternity. You can save Claire. You can get her back." he crouched over me and captured me in his arms as I cried happy tears, for the first time in what felt like forever.
Eves POV
Hauling two bodies from Morganville General Hospital wasn't as difficult as we both thought. Heavy they were. It might be considered a little alarming that we were so calm to carry our loved ones from a Morgue to take them home. I suppose it was, but Michael was not dead to me, I know he is still alive, otherwise I would not be doing this. Turns out in the end, there was no need to carry them from head to toe, we grabbed a gurney each and placed Michael on one and Claire on another. We disguised them with tonnes of bed sheets each, whilst silently apologizing to them. We wheeled them all the way to my hearse in the car park. How fitting. It was rather startling as no one looked or questioned what me and Shane was doing. If two troublesome teenagers pushing a gurney full of bed sheets into the car park doesn't draw suspicions, then I guess Morganville is a little more crazier than I thought. Me and Shane lifted both CB and Michael into the back, and began to drive home when blue and red lights began to flare from behind.
"Oh shit." Both I and Shane chorused at the same time. I pulled over.
I rolled down my window as a familiar face dipped their head into my sight. "Hi Hannah." I smiled brightly.
"'Sup Eve. Hey Shane, how you doin' kiddo?," he just inclined his head. "Someone tipped me off, said they saw you two at the hospital actin' all suspicious, carrying gurneys full of bed sheets into the car park," Dammit. "Wanna explain?"
"It wasn't us?" I said lamely.
"Come on Eve, what are you hiding?" she looked at me doubtfully. "Mind if I take inside look at your vehicle?" she prodded.
"No!" Me and Shane chorused again.
"And why is that, what you kids gotta hide?" Hannah sniggered. "Silly question, look who I'm askin'. Open up, or I will."
"Look Hannah you have got to trust us. Let us go. Please." It wasn't a question really.
"Fine, but if you kids get into trouble, I ain't getting you out of it okay?" I nodded, and then put my foot on the Gas.
Once we had both Michael and Claire laid on the couches. We left them wrapped in their body cases. It had been few hours, when Shane decided to cook some Chili, the smell bringing a sense of familiarity. It was only when we began to eat did I speak.
"Isn't this a little weird? Us eating in front of them? I feel heartless or something." I laughed nervously.
"I suppose so. I mean I don't really know what to say, suppose your're right."
"Well, I'll be damned. Back in a minute chisel chops, gonna get myself a drink. Want one?"
"Chisel chops?" he laughed.
I drifted into the kitchen and retrieved two glasses of soda, and chuckled as I walked back into the living room to see Shane stood up at the dining table his face a mask of shock, when I followed his gaze. The glasses dropped to the floor in a heap as Michael and Claire stood hand in hand in front of us.
OH MY GAWD, LOOK AT MY FOOTNOTE, MY READERS DON'T WANT NONE IF YOU GOT NO UPDATE HUN. Sorry had too. Silly yeah :D HAHA HOW YOU LIKE IT THEN? I am so happy I got round to writing it, hope it makes sense to y'all. And I hope I can write again soon. But I must go, and take my sleep with force, its 6 in the morning, and its taken me all night to write it. Hope you enjoyed my lovelies. Until next time.
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-SophieXOX