Myrnin's or Shane's

Chhapter 5

Chapter 5-Shane's POV

God, I was worried about her. She never gets sick, and when she does it's always supernaturally induced, so I just couldn't suss out the issue here. I mean sure I'm not the smartest brick in the building, but I got common sense you know.

I know Claire said it was the tuna (I told her it snmelt weird) but Eve wouldn't scream that badly if it was just food-poisoning, would she.

Okay, I need to calm down and concentrate...the zombies are swarming around me here!

"Yo, Shane, grub's up!" Michael yelled from the kitchen.

"One minute, or I'll lose my streak!"

"What, the one in your hair?"

"You can talk, 'Ageless Mike', I have to worry about that. You, my bloodsucking friend, do not." I shouted back, channeling my worry for Claire into killing some un-dead. "Lucky bastard," I mumbled under my breath.

Eve came clamouring down the stairs in her standard-issue shit-kickers.

"Jeez, I swear the floor vibrates when you move in those damn things, Gothica."

"It's a gift, now get to the table before I grab your tiny thing called an ear on the side of your head that apparently doesn't work and drag you there myself!"

"Hey, I listen!"

"Then why is the trash still in the kitchen?"

"'Cause zombies come first," I smiled while beheading a bunch of the freaks.

I yelped when I felt something grap my right ear and yank me upright.

"OW!"

"Serves you right for not using them to hear me sneak up behind you, doesn't it." Claire seductively whispered in the ear the was intent on amputating from me as she pulled me towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right, honey, now please...let go!"

God, this is worse than diving into a pool of draug!

"I swear only ten minutes ago you were stuck in bed, poisoned." I frowned, rubbing the sore spot.

"I heal fast sweetie, now go eat!" She angrily pointed me in the direction of food. I grudgingly obeyed, knowing if I didn't...well, let's just say I'd regret it.

I'll tell you something, she's got the nickname 'Claire Bear' because she's sweet and cares about others. But DAMN, she had a mean streak to rival Eve's, and that's without the attitude!

Michael was just laughing as I walked through the door with a frown on my face. He just carried on chuckling at me.

"I take it the girls got to you, eh?"

"Uh-huh, how d'you know?"

"Super-hearing, remember? Obviously the opposite of you what you have by the looks od things."

I was just annoyed as the girls followed me through. "And I thought your super-hearing was fading back to human."

"Yeah, well. That was my way of saying they were loud enough for me to hear," he replied, placing the plates on the tables along with the extra food in the middle.

That was a strange development recently, his senses were going back to human, and no one knew why. We were all confused and Claire said she'd try and talk to Amelie or Myrnin about it. (I's prefer it if she talked to Amelie, I don't like Count Crackula.)

"Now, come on, eat up. I spent all afternoon getting this ready."

In front of each place mat was a steaming piece of fajita style lasagna, something Mika had wanted to try for a while. He was actually quite a good cook, but I was surprised when I felt a literal fire in my mouth when I took my fork out. My eyes widened as I leapt out of my chair and ran to the fridge to find a carton of milk.

I found it. I downed it.

"Well, Mikey baby?" Eve said sweetly.

"Yeeeaaahhh?" He looked up worriedly at Eve, suspicious of what was next.

"You're on the milk run tonight," she smiled at him.

He sighed, "fine, I guess I deserve that."

Everyone looked to me and burst out laughing. "Yeah, I know. He put one load of super-spice in a portion and wanted to see who got it." I scowled at him and swapped my plate for a different one that wasn't contaminated with the edible flame-thrower. I prefer the non-edible one thank you very fucking much.

The rest of the mean went quitley with only a few assurances from Claire that she was fine now.

Afterwards we were all in the living room watching a funny sitcom when Claire suddenly cleared her throat and turned of the TV.

"Hey, I liked that bit!" I turned to her in mock anger.

"It was the end of the episode, dufus." Eve shot back.

"I still liked it." I folded my arms and pouted.

"Um, guys, I have something important that I have to tell you." Claire started.

"What is it?" I asked, super curious now. She wasn't leaving Morganville, was she?

"Eve already knows, so it's just you two, okay. Here goes nothing," she took a deep breath and I started to worry. "I'm...pregnant."

She looked down at her shoes as me and Mike sat frozen, looking up at her.

What. The. Fuck.