Midnight Alley: Shane's Point of View (A Morganville Vampires Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

“A good essay is like a girls skirt. Long enough to cover the important parts, but short enough to still be interesting.”

Chapter Nine

They had let me home early, since I wouldn’t stop begging once hearing Claire was okay. I was sitting at the dining room table while we all ate dinner. We were having tacos and they were, naturally, delicious. Claire was  talking to Richard Morrell and so I leaved a distance. Though as far as Claire and I go...I was confused, I guess. I did love her. I knew that. I just don’t know what that means. Claire hadn’t said anything about it and I hadn’t either. I heard the front door close and Claire came running into the kitchen to fight me for the last taco. She almost won, because she was ridiculously cute, but I used my stab wound for leverage and she caved and let me have the taco. Claire returned to the table with Michael and Eve as I loaded my plate. Michael. I was cool with him again, I still didn’t trust him, but we were cool. Evidently Claire had gotten in some trouble. Lots of trouble, actually, in the span of one day. Michael had came to her rescue when I couldn’t and that was big to me. I sat down next to Claire and smiled at her. She smiled back and blushed. All of a sudden the doorbell rang and we all froze. It was night and we shouldn’t have any visitors unless they were vamps, thus, by default, our vamp had to answer the door. We all stared at Michael. “Right. My turn to play doorman, I guess,” he said then went off to answer the door. I watched him until I saw Claire’s hand shoot out and steal some of my meat. I pretended to stab her hand with my fork playfully then grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth. I licked them one by one and her eyes bored into mine lustfully as she watched me. Oh god. Even her skin, meat sauce aside, tasted great. She was so beautiful. 

“Okay,” Eve interrupted, “that’s either hot or gross, but I’m thinking gross, so quit it. If you’re going to be licking each other, get a room.”

“Good idea,” I growled, still looking into Claire’s eyes. 

She giggled and her eyes filled with mirth. “Wounded!” she yelled mockingly. “And anyway, I thought you wanted to play it safe.” 

“Dude, I live in Morganville. How exactly is that playing it safe?” I asked and she shook her head. We all focused on Michael as he came down the hall and I tensed. By the look on his face, something was wrong. 

“Claire. I think you should come,” he told her. Claire quickly rose and I made to follow her, but Eve stopped me. 

“Shane. Stay here. Michael’s with her. But if you get in the middle...you’re not in top condition right now Shane. Just stay,” she reasoned and as hard as it was, I listened. I could hear her muted yelling. She was angry and she was arguing with someone. A man, from the sounds of it. Well, if she was angry she couldn’t be too scared, right? I waited for what seemed like forever then finally Claire and Michael came out of the hall...with Claire’s parents trailing behind. And another, older man, with a women and a younger looking man flanking him. Vamps, I could tell. And they were in our house along with Claire’s parents. Dammit, I just got home....

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