Love & War - Morganville Vampires Fanfiction

CHAPTER 3 - Claire

Finding Myrnin was difficult, obviously. It wouldn't be Myrnin if he didn't make things difficult. But Claire knew him too well, and she found him quickly. Or found where they were keeping him, anyway.

"Michael... please don't do this." She begged at her friend who stood almost hypnotised in front of her in the abandoned graveyard. She had to get to Myrnin, but Michael stood in her way bearing sharp fangs in her direction.

"Michael I know this isn't you. I know somethings happened to you to make you like this. Please just listen to me, I won't hurt you."

Michael scoffed, giving her a look she never wanted to see in him again. "Good, that makes this easier for me then." He came for her, fast. Claire screamed and ran in the opposite direction. Without looking back she could feel him behind her. But she knew if he really wanted to catch her, he would have easily done it by now. Someone was making him do this against his will.

Claire screamed as she heard the gun shot. She fell to the ground, expecting to feel the intense burning pain of the gunshot wound somewhere on her body. When it didn't come, she lifted her head and turned around. Michael lay on the ground face down just inches away from her. Behind him, Monica Morrell stood triumphally with a smoking shotgun in her hand.

"Damn, I never thought I'd ever hurt that hot son of a bitch." Monica walked up to Michael and nudged him with her foot. Michael groaned and turned over. She'd shot him just below the ribs with what seemed like a silver bullet, from the way Michael was crying in pain.

"You're not gonna feel too good for a while, Glass." Monica stepped over him and stared down at Claire. She raised her eyebrow at her in what only Claire could imagine as a silent 'you okay?'

"What the hell are you doing here?" Claire spat as she dragged her shaking body up. "You could have killed him!"

"Erm, okay first. You're welcome. Second, I've just stalled him for a bit. You know, so you didn't die." Monica rolled her eyes and turned away from her.

"You didn't answer my question."

"I had relatives buried here, believe it or not." Monica stared at Claire for a second before laughing hysterically. "No, kidding. I was following Oliver and Naomi. They're going to fuck this town up and I want to be prepared for what they do so I can get the fuck out of here before we all die."

"And you just happed to carry a shotgun with you?"

"Doesn't everyone? Listen pre school just say thank you for saving you from the big bad vampire and go home."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm getting Myrnin." Claire stormed past Monica.

"Damn is that what all the screaming is about down there? Dude's got issues."

Claire stopped in her tracks and turned around to face Monica. "You know where they're keeping him?" She asked.

"Down that hole. Better get him if you want him alive."

*

After what seemed like hours, everything was making sense. Claire had rescued Myrnin from the cave in the graveyard that Naomi had trapped him in. Naomi was dead, Claire wasn't too sure on how it happened. It just happened so quickly. Amelie came and took control, like a boss.

And it as all true, everything Claire had thought had happened, happened. Naomi had brainwashed Michael into breaking their little friend group apart. Claire knew it wasn't Michael from the beginning and felt an instant wave of relief wash over her.

Michael recovered quickly from the bullet wound Monica had left him. He walked up to Claire and carefully wrapped his arms around her, not knowing his boundaries at this moment. Claire let herself sink into his arms. The familiar scent of home made her want to cry.

"Claire... I can't even tell you how sorry I am." Michael whispered into her hair and his chin rested on the top of her head. "I am so, so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." Claire told him as she clutched his mud stained shirt. "I know that now."

"I never wanted to hurt you. Or Eve, or Shane." She could hear the raw emotion in his voice, something she rarely heard from him. Michael was always the strong one, always the one to keep it together. But Claire knew what it was like the be brainwashed like that. She knew from when Bishop had her in her more early days of Morganville.

"It's okay." She lifted her head to look directly into his blue eyes. "It's all going to be okay now. Once we explain everything to Shane and Eve." Michael nodded and took a unneeded deep breath. He knew this was going to be hard.

"You shouldn't go home tonight." Amelie stepped up beside them, quiet as a mouse. "Michael you need to feed and you both should shower before making amends with your loved ones. I need to discuss things with both of you. You shall both come back to head quarters with me. You can go home tomorrow."

"But I can't wait till tomorrow to talk to my wife, Amelie!" Michael scorched as he held Claire's shoulders with a grip maybe he didn't realise was a little too hard.

"You can and you will. Come children." Amelie turned and started walking away. Claire looked at Michael who was shaking his head.

"We don't have much of a choice." Claire sighed. "The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can go back and make up."

It all sounded a little too good to be true.