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Hey there XD Okay, this is my first Morganville fanfic (even though it's just a oneshot), but I'm not new to FanFiction (I wouldn't be able to live without it! :P) I'm in LOVE with The Morganville Vampire series (well, the books and Shane, but which sane girl isn't?), and their my second favourite book(s) right after Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick (if you haven't read it, I reccomend checking it out). This oneshot wasn't originally for the Morganville series, it was just a short story I wrote for a competition. But when I read it over, I thought of a small plot that could fit a MV fanfic. So here it is. But, here's a few sidenotes to help you. The story is set after Kiss Of Death. Instead of going straight back to Morganville, the gang spend one more day in Dallas, where Claire and Shane find a secret place of their own. But then they get back to Morganville, and irreversible things happen. Claire is dreaming about her and Shane on Valentine's Day. But, as the moment grows more tender, she realises that something isn't right. So she opens her eyes. (I'm not spoiling what it's about any more). I don't actually mention any of the character's names apart from Eve and Michael, and I don't explain something that is rather important. And, of course, I don't mention Eve and Michael in the original edit of this story.

I reccomend that you listen to Valentine's Day by Linkin Park during this song. I hope you do, and in your review (IF you review - please do!), would it be okay if you told me whether you thought the song went with it or not? If so, thanks! Disclaimer intended

I could feel it burning within me. Everything was so happy, yet, something was wrong. Something very wrong had happened, and it was irreversible. But it didn't matter. I just wanted to live in the moment. With the boy I loved, in this silent, peaceful secret place of ours. This blessed haven that seemed to be created for the two of us. This valley full of green grass, trees full of blood-red apples, and lily's with a light brush of pink on them. It was too good to be true.

We were laughing, although it wasn't all that clear what about. I squeeze my eyes closed, and let my other senses be alert for a change. Your hoarse laughter was the first thing that came to my mind. The rough way your voice sounded, yet the chuckle was so light, and full of wondrous happiness; it was like magic. I could instantly feel my mood lift at this slight sound. The sounds of cooing and chirping of birds came next, the smell of freshly cut grass, aromas of lavender and rose petals coming from the nearby flower patch.

With my eyes still closed, I can feel the light brush of your lips against mine. The feeling was light at first, and then I responded with extra force, our kiss deepening as the moment grew more tender. I wanted to stay here forever. I wish we could fade into a picture like this, let our lives live in this peaceful grove. It was our secret place. Nobody else could penetrate it. It would always be ours; would always be something for us to savour in.

My heartbeat became erratic, and just as I thought my head was going to explode, you pulled away. Too soon, for my liking. I lay back down on the grass beside you, one hand entwined in the green grass below me, the other gripping your hand like I was scared I would fall if I let go. I don't want to lose this, but I know it'll go away all too soon.

Still holding your hand in one of mine, the other floats up above me, and I hear you whisper you love me. My heart skipped a beat. I grin, replying with what I now knew was true. I love you. I always knew it, yet now I know it with a passion. The longing inside me, the want, no; the need to tell you how much I loved you, and how much I needed you felt like a flame burning inside me, and I knew it wouldn't ever go out. I loved you too much to let you go.

I roll onto my side, snuggling into you while I rest my head on your chest. But there's a strange feeling in my eyes, and a lump in my throat that I know shouldn't be here.

So I open my eyes to see what's wrong. It takes a while for it all to come into focus. What's left of your family, your friends, neighbours and loved ones, are all gathered round a hole in the ground. I see Eve, clinging to Michael for dear life, sobbing her heart out at what she's witnessing. Her screaming burned my ears. Michael's face was an expression that I had never witnessed on anybody before. And I'm not sure that I wanted to see it again. The sheer pain on his beautiful face made me think a silver stake had been plunged into the center of his heart. He looked like he might have collapsed, had it not been the support of the girl that he loved holding him. I see other recognisable faces, but my vision is clouded by the wetness of my eyes. I frown. What's going on? Then I notice it; they're all wearing black. I glance down at my hand. A single red rose lies limp from it, and it falls on top of the coffin that holds your cold body as they begin to lower it down into the dirty ground. The ground grows colder. My insides all turn to ash.

I realise what's happening. I loved you. You were intangible. You were gone. I could never kiss you again, feel your hot breath on my cheek, or feel the comfort of holding your hand in mine. It was Valentine's Day. And it was your funeral.

As I think I might collapse, a single salt-tinged tear escapes from my eye, and rolls down my cheek. This is our secret place. And you rest in peace in it now, for eternity. Until I join you again.

So, what do you think? If you're confused of Shane's death (because I don't explain what's happened), I pictured that the group was attacked on the way back to Morganville by some rogue vampires, and it ended fatally for Shane.

Please, please review and tell me what you think! I'm used to writing Tomb Raider fanfics, so I really need to see if I'm cut out for writing a Morganville fanfic!

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(Maybe) 'Till next time :-D