Hi guys! Omg I cannot apologise enough for how terrible I have been by not uploading! I feel so so bad but I've not been too good emotionally lately and I know it's a bad excuse but if I was to have wrote this whilst I felt the way I did something horrible would've happened and I just lost where I was going and I've had all these exam and I had my heart ripped from my chest and it all just got on top of me! I am so very sorry and I hope you guys still stick with me!

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'Lurking Beneath Your Feet.'

Claire's POV

Thoughts whirled in my mind like a million lights blinking rapidly. I blindly reached out for the phone I had just dropped; however all my fingertips found was the cool rough surface of the lab floor. Eve's shriek pounded inside my head, swirling and whirling, combining into one blinding light.

Stumbling upon the phone, I lifted it to my ear, waiting for more screaming. Instead I was met once again by the cool, dark voice of Georgette. "Now let's see if you can hunt them down shall we? Here are your clues: A place that once you have run for safety, but don't be fooled it's not a place of luxury." And before I knew it she had hung up, leaving behind words I was still trying to process.

The phone fell once again from my hands onto the floor. I could feel my breathing speeding up, no matter how many times I counted to ten.

I pulled my legs up to my chest and began rocking slowly. Georgette's last words echoed 'A place you've once run to for safety, but don't be fooled it's not a place of luxury." I started racking my brains for ideas, over every place I've ran to when scared. My initial thought was the secret room back in the glass house, but that defiantly was a place of luxury.

Frustrated tears fell from my eyes as I continued to think of where they all could be.

Myrnin's POV:

Nonononononononono.

NO!

It was going all wrong. I had spent many nights thinking over every possible solution to Georgettes return, thinking over every possible way to keep Claire safe.

How could I over look such a dangerous climax?

I didn't know the darkness had fed her power.

I didn't know that she had lost all humanity.

I didn't know.

I didn't know!

I hated not knowing. The feeling of venturing into waters where you don't know what lurks beneath your feet, where you have no power over the situation, how are you supposed to control something you know nothing of?

Sat, with my wrist bound beneath my chair in silver soaked ropes, I had nothing but the thoughts. The guilt tripping, heart eating, thoughts that I have tried for many a century's to bury.

The tale of Georgettes was a long, dark story. She was a bright young girl, but with looks too average and a gender that over shadowed her brains, she had no hope of making a difference and too much of a chance of being washed away.

It was back in England, hundreds of years ago. In a small village I had stopped at for a few months, working as a doctor, killing my prey then passing it off as a different cause of death.

She was lucky that I found her. I found her notes, hidden under a rock, studying the stars. They were fascinating, much more detailed and informative than you would expect for some dirt encrusted, ant ridden, notes. Scribbled diagrams of a heliocentric model, which was far too advanced for average intelligence at the time.

Curiosity got the better of me and I sat waiting for her, in the shadows of the great oak. I had been expecting a young man to arrive, feminists of the modern day would call it sexism but in reality science like that was new even to men let alone the women.

There I was, the large leaves of the oak casting dark shelter from the suns damaging rays, when she appeared. She looked nervous, like she knew I was waiting. Blonde curls fell over her face as she pulled out a blanket and cushion from the basket she was carrying. Lying down on the make shift bed she made, her eyes fluttered shut.

I sat waiting as the sun went down, the steady rise and fall of her chest the only sign of her breathing. At the fall of night I crept from the tree and sat beside her, awaiting her return to consciousness.

The stars flickered on and I found myself lying beside the sleeping stranger, gazing up at them. An hour or so passed before she awoke, noticing me led beside her she bolted up right. "Who are you?" she demanded, he voice barely above a whisper.

"I've seen your work" I told her, sitting up and motioning towards the little purple velvet book, which was so encrusted with dirt. "It's fascinating"

"I don't know what you mean." She snapped quickly, "Don't think I haven't noticed the fact that you never told me who you are?" Her voice was more confident now; she sat upright on her knees her back straight in a defensive position. The moonlight caught her face, exposing the pale freckled skin of her cheeks and soft redness of her dainty soft lips. Though her features were beautiful they were not something one would describe as spectacular. Until I met her eyes, large and round, eyelashes reaching out to her eyebrows, the mesmerising orbs of swimming green, glared at me.

I stumbled for words, forgetting why I was even there. She was getting impatient, her slender fingers drumming against the dark navy of her corseted dress. "What happened?" I asked gently, placing a hand lightly on her arm, draped in the same material.

"I don't understand…" She shrugged off my hand, and folded her arms.

"You're wearing navy, no female wears dark colour unless it's a time of grievance. So tell me, what loss have you suffered?" I asked softly.

Her masked cracked softly. It all came to light, the hidden quiver in her voice, the screaming sadness blurred in her eyes, the missing spark in her lips. I had known this girl for mere moments, I didn't even know her name, yet I felt as though I should comfort the pain she was holding inside her.

"Why should I tell you? I do not see what I could possibly gain from that, bar a stranger knowing my pain." She spat, standing on her feet "You're just some perverted stalker who thinks it's justified to lie with a helpless girl and she sleeps! I have every right to scream and have you arrested!" She threatened pointing at me with accusing nails.

"Don't do that, I can help you. Listen, I have contacts in the science community, I can help your observations of the stars be seen and understood. You have a gift, a talent, a calling. Let me help your voice be heard! Please." I begged her, standing up and holding her hand

"R-really, you could do that?" She asked in disbelief

"Yes, I could." I smiled at her, grasping her shoulders in excitement and her eyes filled with hope.

"No, I can't, it is idiotic to think of it as a possibility." She whispered, the hope fleeing her and shoulders slumping.

"Yes you can, you could be a hero in the community, and people would come to hear your teachings!" I revelled, excited myself for the future she could have.

"No you do not understand! Why would you, I've only just met you. I won't have a voice in a few weeks; I will not have any more theories to tell. I will be dead in a matter of weeks, if I'm lucky!" She shouted, her legs giving in and her sinking to the ground.

I steadied her fall with my arms and held her on my lap as we sat there in silence looking at the stars.

It was some time we were sat there, I felt her steady tears falling onto the arm I had around her torso. At one point she retrieved a pencil and began scribbling in her note book but that only lasted an hour before she stopped and we lapped back into comfortable stillness.

Finally she spoke up. "They said soon I'll be bed ridden, this is one of the last times I can look at the stars. You know that's why I started observing the stars, because I'm so scared about death and what will happen after I wanted to see if I could find any proof that's where we end up." Her voice was dull and lifeless, like she was defeated.

"I'm so sor-" I began to offer my condolence but she stopped me

"Please don't give me sympathy, I don't want any more. It's all I get is sympathy. I told my mother about my stars and she told me I had dreamt it, that it was my illness deluding my dreams and giving me a false hope. I told the boy I have loved since I was four that I loved him and he told me he would too, if only I didn't have to leave. I purposely stole some bread and the man gave me some cheese to go with it! Don't give me sympathy because it's killing me more than the poison inside me" She sobbed in despair, her arms pointing towards the houses of the village in the distance "I just want somebody to help me and to give me hope, a cure, but its incurable. I found a lump in my breast, the doctor told me there's no hope, there's no cure; that my quick downwards cycle into the illness was a bad sign. I can feel it, death, draining me by the second." She sighed and turned to look at me.

I smiled sadly at her, I could help but would she want to be one of us? "I can." I blurted out.

"Pardon,"

"I can make you immortal, like me! I'm a vampire, it's not a very good way to live but it's an indestructible way of living." I told her, she stared back at me in utter shock.

"Do you think this is a joke? I cannot believe I just revealed my fears to you and you are offering to make me a vampire? It's unbelievable!" She erupted into anger. Slapping me hard across the face and scrambling away from me.

"You don't believe me do you?" She shook her head whilst still backing away. "Fine I'll have to show you." I fell backwards into the pit of red, allowing my fangs to expand and my eyes to glow red. I snapped out of it when her scream echoed louder than the blood in her veins.

"Oh gosh, it's true!" She breathed "What would happen? If I became one of you?"

"You'll be the same, almost… You'd need blood, you wouldn't be able to go out in the sun light, silver would burn you, stakes would kill you… It's not as hard as you may think. I'll help you, I've been a vampire longer than your grandmothers been alive, trust me." I reached out for her; she took my hand and stood but inches from me.

"Why should I trust you? I don't even know your name…" She whispered her eyes large with confusion and longing.

"It's Myrnin." I stated.

She gulped loudly and nodded. Holding into my waistcoat she braced herself for my bite. As I lent down I noticed she smelt of rain, taking a deep breath I sunk back into the red and bit. Her blood filled my mouth and trickled down my throat like melted chocolate; I gripped harder to her waist and bit down harder. She gasped and whispered ever so lightly "I'm Georgette."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After that Georgette was a wonder, we became lovers for years, though science always came first. At first her descend into darkness was subtle changes, compelling her features to change slightly. Then they got more noticeable, changing her appearance so she was almost unrecognisable but she always had those eyes.

The first time I knew something was wrong was when we were hunting. Usually we'd share a human, but that night she didn't want to. She went mad, drinking from every human she passed, encouraging me to join her. So I did.

By sunlight we had slaughtered a whole village, but somehow she changed it all, to look more like a deadly virus that had suddenly killed them all.

We relished in the power, showing no mercy and covering our tracks easily. Until it got out of hand, she was straying from science, and losing her humanity inch by inch. I tried to warn her, warn her how the dark magic she had somehow harvest from the stars, would only cause her to lose her mind and her soul.

"Says the man who has a hard time staying sane!" She had yelled in my face, boiling tubes flying to the floor and smashing around my feet.

"Georgette, please, this is out of control!" I pleaded, grabbing onto her shoulder and looking into those green eyes I had first discovered over 100 years earlier.

"Don't call me Georgette! It reminds me of when I was weak, of when I was a mere human whose fate was mapped out by a measly lump of tissue." She spat, out raged.

I let go of her and allowed her to flee from the lab. By the time she had returned she had gone, Georgette had been replaced by some power crazed monster. As we yelled and fought I searched for her eyes, the ones that had never changed. They were grey. All colour lost in them. The thick gloss of wonder, hope and humanity that once painted them was sanded off, leaving them dull and lifeless.

I slumped to the floor as she left, taking with her my last shreds of sanity.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Let me OUT!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the metal rods, my arms rocking the chair.

"Myrnin, I love the enthusiasm but please stop! You're giving me a killer headache" Eve moaned.

I snapped my head to the side and saw her mass of black hair lift up to reveal the pale face, her clown make up smeared and crimson blood gushing from her hair line.

"Eve, baby, look at me, are you ok? Eve?" Michael said from across the small room. His blue eyes flickered to red as he saw the state of her, and I watched his split second struggle. "You're awake! Eve, listen to me, you can't fall asleep ok? Stay with me ok?"

"I'm not going anywhere, chill your fangs!" She snapped back "Now can somebody please let me out of this bloody chair!"

I tensed my arms and pulled them apart again, hoping to rip the rope but with no such luck. A frustrated cry erupted from my throat.

I was trapped.

I couldn't get out.

Claire was somewhere out there, our only hope.

Nonononononononono.

NO!

It was going all wrong. I had spent many nights thinking over every possible solution to Georgettes return, thinking over every possible way to keep Claire safe.

How could I over look such a dangerous climax?

I didn't know the darkness had fed her power.

I didn't know that she had lost all humanity.

I didn't know.

I didn't know!

I hated not knowing. The feeling of venturing into waters where you don't know what lurks beneath your feet, where you have no power over the situation, how are you supposed to control something you know nothing of?

My rational side went black as I descended back into the manic cycle of thoughts I had been stuck in since I woke.

And scene!

I really love writting Georgette and was thinking about possibly writing a partner short!fic about Myrnin and Georgette's time together cause I have all these stories planned I wanted to mention but they don't really fit! hahaha so let me know if you think you would like that xD

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