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Michael looked like he wanted to vomit. His eyes darted to Claire, then away. "Doesn't matter. Go away. Nobody's asking you in."
"No?" Oliver smiled widely, and his fangs came down with lazy slowness. That was absolutely the scariest thing Claire had ever seen, that and the sincerity in his eyes. "I think someone will. Sooner or later."
"I'd say over my dead body, but I think you already made that point," Michael snapped. "Thanks for the visit. Now f**k off, man."
He started to close the door. Oliver held up a hand - not like he was trying to stop him physically, just a warning - and his fangs folded up to leave his face kind and trustworthy again. Like...the face of a really cool teacher, the kind who made school worth living through. That, Claire thought, was a bigger betrayal than anything else.
"Wait. Do they understand why they're here, Michael? Why you risked exposing your secrets to them?"
Michael didn't stop. The door was swinging closed on Oliver. "Shane, listen to me! Michael needed someone living to activate the house Protection! You think he cares about you, he doesn't! You're just arms and legs for him! Beating hearts! He's no different from me!"
"Except for the not-bloodsucking part, you freak!" Shane yelled, and then the door slammed shut on Oliver's face. Michael threw the bolt with shaking fingers. "Christ, man. Why didn't you tell us?"
"I - about what?" Michael asked, not turning to face him. He looked pale, Claire saw. Scared.
"Any damn thing! How did this happen, Michael? How did you get to be - ?" Shane made a gesture that was vague enough to mean anything. "Was he trying to, you know, vamp you out?"
"I think so. It didn't work. This is as far as I got." Michael swallowed hard and turned to face him. "He's right about the Protections. The house won't enforce any Protection unless there's someone living in it. I don't exactly count. I'm - part of it now. I did need you."
"Whatever, man. I don't care about that. I care that you went and got yourself drained by some damn leech while my back was turned - "
"He can't be a vampire," Eve said suddenly. "He can't. He's my boss! And...and he works days! How is that even possible?"
"Ask him," Michael said. "Next time you go to work."
"Oh, right, as if I didn't just quit that job!" Eve moved up beside Michael and put her arms around him.
He hugged her back, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like they'd been doing that all along - which, Claire admitted, maybe they had and she just hadn't known. Michael stroked Eve's hair.
"God, I am so sorry!"
"Not your fault," he said. "Not anybody's fault except his."
"How'd you - ?"
"I played a set at Common Grounds. I didn't know he owned the place. I was dealing with a guy named Chad - "
"Oh. Right. Chad died," Eve said.
"Wonder how that happened?" Shane put in acidly.
"This guy - Oliver, but I never knew his name - said he was a musician and he was looking for a room to rent. I thought it was a good idea. He came over to see the house." Michael closed his eyes tight, like he couldn't bear to see the pictures in his head again. Not that it would help, Claire knew. "As soon as I asked him in. I felt it. But it was too late, and - he had friends."
Shane cursed, one harsh word that boomed off the wood floor like a gunshot, and leaned back against the wall, head down. Slumped. "I should have been here," he said.
"Then we'd both be dead."
"And you still will be," said Oliver's voice through the door. "Eve, my dear. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. Let me in."
"Leave her alone!" Michael roared, and turned to face the door.
Claire saw something happen in Eve's face - the will go out of it, the light go out of her eyes. Oh no, she thought, frozen, and tried to open her mouth to warn Michael.
Before she could do it, Eve said, "Yes, Oliver. Come inside."
And the lock snapped on the door with a crisp, bright ringing sound, and the door drifted open on the night, and Oliver stepped over the threshold.
Chapter Fifteen
Claire didn't even see Michael move; he was that quick. Until that moment she'd thought he was just a normal guy, really...okay, one who disappeared into mist during the day. But nobody moved that fast.
Nobody human.
And nobody was that strong, either. Michael grabbed Oliver by the shoulders, lifted him into the air, and launched him headfirst down the hall to crash into the far wall. Claire dived out of the way. So did Shane, and Eve, although Eve was diving toward Oliver, not away. Shane got hold of her ankle and dragged her backward, kicking and screaming.
Michael went after Oliver. As the vampire was rolling to his feet, Michael smashed into him. Oliver was strong, and fast, but in this house Michael was unstoppable, and he was really, really angry.
"You fool!" Oliver screamed at him. "Do you understand what I said? Claire has the book!"
"I don't care!"
"You have to care! If you don't give it over, they'll rip all of you apart to get it! I'm trying to save you!"
Michael slammed his fist into his face two or three times, quicker than Claire could blink. Oliver went down again, scrabbling at the floor, then rolled over and stared furiously through tangled graying hair up at them. Vampires bled, after all, but it didn't quite look right - not red enough, and too thick. It trickled from the corners of Oliver's mouth as he snarled, fangs down, and tried to drag Michael close enough to bite. Michael hit him so hard that one of the fangs broke off and skittered away across the floor like an ivory dagger. Oliver shouted in surprise and pain and rolled, trying to protect himself.
"Eve!" Michael yelled, and dragged him by one foot down the hallway toward the door. "Revoke the invitation! Do it!" Oliver was fighting him wildly now, ripping long raw scratches in the wooden floor with his fingernails, snarling and twisting to get free. "Eve!"
Shane lunged for Eve, pulled her to her feet, and shook her hard. That didn't work. She just stared right past him, her face still and dead.
Claire moved him out of the way and slapped Eve hard.
Eve yelped, clapped a hand to her wounded cheek, and blinked. "Hey! What the hell...?" And then she looked past Claire to the furious battle going on in the hallway, lips parted in amazement.
"Eve!" Michael yelled again. "The invitation! You have to withdraw it now!"
"But I didn't - " Eve didn't waste time arguing. "Hey! Oliver! Get the hell out of our house!"
