You against me.

Claire & Oliver.

Obviously, Morganville Vampires belong to Rachel Caine, blah-de-blah-de-blah.
Also, there is a reason why I'v written Vampires (capital letter) and human (little letter). Oliver the type to put Vampires at an automatic advantage, right? And I'v split it up into passages from each book- from The Glass House until Black Dawn, and then... I dunno, I might bullshit my way through another Chapter if I get enough reviews. Enjoy!

(The Glass House)

Oliver worked in the ridiculous coffee shop he had set up in the ridiculous excuse of a town, trying to ignore the itching in his mind that kept calling to him, igniting the bitter sparks inside of him. A Vampire reduced to this. No wonder the whole towns on a leaning edge. Whatever could he do about Amelie? She was destroying the last of our race (yes, there were surely one or two roaming about, but they weren't much better than half-breeds) by pretending that Humans had a glimmer of a chance at equality. How could they be equal when Vampires are the peak of strength, of power, of everything?

Okay, maybe not daytime activities, or self control, but that was a small price to pay.

Oliver could sense that infuriating excuse of girl enter his shop just before she started work, the girl who pretended to be dead even though she had expressed her hatred of Vampires to Oliver... after all, kindly hippy Oliver would never tell anyone, he was too nice for that.

All thoughts of Eve were drove out of his mind as another scent filled the room. It was... It was the closest to heaven he had ever been. It was innocence and intelligence and bravery all tumbled together in a myriad that made Oliver's fangs demand to be flipped down even as his head flashed up. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed every other Vampire in the room do the same thing- although none of the humans noticed, not even the girl herself- as enticed as Oliver by the mere presence of this creature. She was looking down at her feet in a way that suggested she was often positioned this way. Proposturous.

He forced his fangs to stay in place as not to alert anyone, especially this little human girl with the strange scent, of his... real identity. There was a strange feeling in his chest, one he had never experienced, ever, not in in his human years. Oliver wanted to protect her, even if it was as he pretended to be human.

"Ollie! This is Claire, Claire, Oliver. He's my boss," Eve jabbered in an irritting high-pitched squel. She could be ok, sometimes, but those times were normally when there was no talking involved. Oliver leant slightly over the counter, smiling slightly at Claire. This was both to make other Vampires aware that he'd claimed Claire as his own, and to make himself smaller to Claire, who at closer inspection, was covered in cuts and bruises. Oliver wondered what had happened to her, but more importantly who had done it to her. If it was a Vampire, he'd take care of them.

Although, he doubted a Vampire would have stopped there.

"Hello, Claire."

oO0Oo

Four hours later, Oliver sighed an unneccisary sigh of relief when Claire finally left the shop. Not because he wanted rid of her (no, nothing like that) but simply because he was worried that one of the over Vampires would try to make a move like Brandon already had.

Too late.
The door shifted, and then it was closed, and then Brandon was gone, chasing after Dead-Girl and his Claire.

His Claire.

oO0Oo

Later that night, Oliver was stalking the streets of Morganville, thinking harder than normal. Normally, he would have feasted already, and have of finished several piles of paperwork, but that didn't hold any attraction for him now. He found himself drifting semi-conscienly towards The Glass House. In all fairness, he had only ever been aware of its existance since his unfournate incident with that musical Glass Boy. His... death had been such a shame. He would have made such a fine Vampire, all avenging angel, innocence tainted.

Suddenly, his mind is corrupted with images of Claire as a Vampire- no, not of a Vampire, of the most beautiful Vampire in the history of Existance. Together, they would take down Amelie, and-

Stop, Oliver. Stop.

And with that, he walked bck to Common Grounds, after killing any human he saw, just for the distraction.

oO0Oo

Claire was back in the cafe, but this was different. She was still bruised, but she was no longer scared, and the simple radiance of her entire being was enough to push away the darness of Olivers. Her hair was scrunched up in pigtails, the natrually dark brown shining almost black in the last rays of the dying sun. Carrying her bookbag over her shoulder, leaning slightly from the tremendous weight it added to her tiny delicate frame.

For a second, Oliver was struck by how truly young Claire is- and human!

But that image leaves soon, as the image as Claire as a Vampire replaces it. Flowing hair clipped back from her face, pale skin, fangs flashing and eyes taking on the colour of the blood she consumed so readily, she took a stake in her hands and pressed it gently into Amelie, relishing the muted sounds of pain provided from the soon to be corpse on the ground. Claire grinned, and once the job was done, walked over to Oliver. Resting her hands gently on the side of his face, she tiptoed until thier lips were millimetres from touching.

Then he wakes up.

oO0Oo

"What?"

"I have the-"

"Sssh!" And with that, Oliver dragged her into the almost unbearably generic office, with its cream walls and minimum files & furnitature. He sat down, watching her intently until even he almost felt a little uncomftable. Even him. "You say you have the book?"

"Yes."

"I need evidence."

"Ok."

And that one word is how he knows. She shall be so very, very beneficial to him, shan't she?

oO0Oo

Right, that wasn't as good as I wanted, but I'm trying to jey through the first few books, and get to the Bishop/Ada/Claire/Dean saga. So, I'll update the Dead Girls Dance chapter once I get... three reviews. Do you love me? If you love me you'll review!

Much Love, Chloe xxx