Claire's P.O.V.
I stepped back through the portal and within seconds I was standing in the living room of the Glass House. I immediately knew something was wrong. The Glass House is a Founders House and all Founders Houses have their own souls. The house was telling me something was wrong. "Shane," I called into the empty room. As I expected there was no reply.
"Shane, are you here?" I called again knowing there would be no answer. I walked into the kitchen and saw all the ingredients for chilli dogs on the side, untouched. My eyes moved around the empty room as I began to panic. Where is he? What's wrong? I scanned the worktops looking for any sign of where he was, nothing. I moved back into the living room scanning it for any sign of where he could be, my eyes fell on a hastily scribbled note on the table next to the glitter and posters. 'Gone to save the day, ring Mikey'. Oh no I thought, what was going on. I grabbed my phone and speed dialled number three, Michael's number.
"Claire," came the voice from the end of the phone.
"Mike what's up?" I hurried, "where's Shane?"
"It's Eve I can't get near her, she's in the hearse but its parked in the sun, someone's torched it!" he said his voice shaking, "I have to go Shane's here, we're two blocks round from the music store."
The line went dead, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
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Morganville Vampires: New Mayor
FanfictionWe don't own any of the characters in this story, all rights go to Rachel Caine. Authors: Hannah Arnold, @daryljones0511 and @AliciaGoodman1.