Claire groaned as she woke up, her neck was throbbing, she must have slept on it funny, she thought. Gingerly, she tried to bring her hand up to rub the back of her neck, frowning when she realised that she couldn't move her hand. What the hell?

It came back to her in a flash, Myrnin, the house, Bishop. Oh, God, Bishop had her.

Wait, why was she still alive?

"Ah, Claire, it's good to see that you've finally awoken."

She let out another groan, somewhere she'd been hoping that it was just a really bad dream. Reluctantly, Claire opened her eyes to look at the vampire in front of her. She was kneeling on the floor, she realised, harsh stone that made her knees hurt the more she thought about it. Her arms were held above her head with thick, silver chains.

"What do you want, Bishop?" Claire asked, trying to sound tough, but even she could hear the exhaustion and terror that leaked into her voice. "Why am I still alive?"

"You're fun to play with," Bishop shrugged, coming to crouch in front of Claire, "and I can hurt you and your friends much better if I don't kill you."

"You're crazy, you know that right?" Claire scoffed, half paying attention to her conversation with him. Silver chains, she thought, why silver? Was he expecting to be found soon? Maybe they were just what was available to him at the time? But that didn't make any sense, everything else seemed so meticulously planned. The power at the university had to have been him.

"Little Claire," Bishop laughed, standing up and moving to sit in a chair opposite her, "always thinking, always trying to figure out what's going on and why."

"What did you expect me to do?" Claire asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Bishop laughed again, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, go ahead and take it all in, my darling, you won't be in any fit state to think soon enough."

That caught Claire's attention fully and she stopped looking around the room for any hints as to where she was and looked at Bishop.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I suppose, in a sense, I am going to kill you."

"In a sense, what the hell does that-" No, Claire thought, he couldn't mean, no, it was impossible.

Bishop smirked, a cold, vicious smirk that made Claire's blood run cold. "I'm going to turn you into one of us. It's simple really, your boyfriend will hate you, and so you will suffer. In your suffering, you will become unable to help my daughter and that damned fool with their machinery in this town. You will unravel, Claire, and you will take this entire town with you."

"No." Claire protested, shaking her head madly and trying to scuttle away from his advancing form; the chains around her wrists brutally reminding her of the position she was in. Silver. "Please, you can't do this, please."

"Oh, I assure you, I can, and I will." Bishop grinned, grabbing a fistful of Claire's hair and yanking it to the side, exposing her throat as his fangs slid down and his eyes turned crimson.

The next thing Claire was aware of was a searing pain that left her blind and deaf to everything.

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The pain in her throat was much worse this time, Claire mused as she came to. She felt like she'd had a shot of acid which was searing it's way down her throat, leaving a burning hunger in it's wake. Sharp teeth prodded relentlessly at her lower lip, fangs, she thought faintly, she had those now.

Distantly, she could register pain in her wrists, and somewhere her brain connected the links between being a vampire and the silver cuffs around her wrists, but these facts didn't quite make it to her conscious mind,

Before Claire could make any movement, a rough hand grabbed the hair on the top her head and pulled it backwards, forcing a bloodied wrist into her mouth at the same time. She guzzled on the fluid pouring into her mouth, too dazed to be aware of what she was doing or what was happening. A soft whine escaped her when the liquid ceased to flow and she slowly felt her sense coming back to her.

No, no, no, this couldn't be happening, she couldn't be a vampire, she just couldn't. But the proof was right in front of her, in the form of a smirking Bishop with blood on his wrist and mouth; it was right above her, in the form of silver chains that burnt her wrists.

Claire Danvers was a vampire.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Claire glared at him. As loathsome as it was to admit it, now that that the burning in her throat had been eased, she did feel better, stronger, but she was sure that wouldn't last long with the chains on her.

"I have something else for you," Bishop smiled, walking behind her to retrieve something, "a parting gift, if you will."

"Parting gift?" Claire croaked, her voice slightly hoarse from her previous screaming.

"Your friends will be here soon, little Claire," he replied, "and then the real fun can start."

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, her voice tired and resigned, what else could he do?

Claire saw it before she felt it, a thin length of silver chain, Bishop reached over her head and wrapped it around her throat. Gritting her teeth against the burning pain, she wondered what further purpose it could serve.

There was a few more moments of clattering behind her, including her arms and head being pulled up so that she was kneeling with a straight back, and then Bishop stepped away from her. He was removing a long leather glove when he stepped back into her vision and he crouched in front of her.

"I'll offer you one piece of advice before I leave you, Claire, don't move."

That said, he was gone in a split second and Claire was left, alone, hurting and really, really scared.

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I'm not really sure if anyone's reading this, I'm mostly just posting for my own amusement, but if by chance you do happen to be reading this, it'd be really nice to hear what you think :)