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Oliver went still. Completely still, like a dead man. Michael picked him up by an arm and a leg, and threw him out into the dark. Claire heard the vampire hit the pavement outside and curse as he rolled back to his feet and came back at the door.
He bounced off a solid cushion of air in the doorway.
"You're not welcome," Michael grated. He had a cut on his face, bleeding a thick thread down the side of his neck, and he was breathing hard. "And by the way? Eve quits."
He slammed the door in Oliver's snarling face, and collapsed against it, shaking. He didn't look all-powerful anymore. He looked terrified. "Michael?" Eve asked, breathless. "You okay?"
"Peachy," he said, and got it together. "Eve, stay away from the door. He got to you once; maybe he can do it again. Claire! You, too. Stay away from the door." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down the hall - which was a mess, wow, the floor all ripped up, the walls scraped and scratched - and shoved her down to a sitting position on the couch. "Claire."
"Um...yes?" Things were moving too fast. She didn't know what he was waiting to hear.
"The book?"
"Oh. Yeah. Well - see, there was this floor in the library where they were going through books, and Professor Wilson was stealing things, and - "
He held up a hand to stop her. "Do you have the book?"
"Yes."
"Please tell me you didn't bring it here."
She blinked. "Well - yes."
Michael fell into the armchair, leaned forward, and buried his face in his hands. "Sweet baby Jesus, do you not pay any attention to what goes on in this town? You really have the book?"
"I...guess so." She got up and started to retrieve it, but he raised his head and grabbed her wrist as she moved by him.
"No," he said. "Leave it, wherever it is. The less we know, the better. We need to figure out what we're going to do, because Oliver wasn't kidding around. He wouldn't have come here if he hadn't intended to kill us all for that book. As it was, he took a big chance. He knows how powerful the Protection is on this house."
"That how come you could beat him?" Shane asked. "Because you know, I'm your best friend, but you're just not that badass, man."
"Thanks, ass**le. Yeah. I'm part of the house, and that means I can use what the house has. It's strong.
Really strong."
"Good to know. So what's the plan?"
Michael took in a deep breath, then let it out. "Wait for daylight," he said. "Eve. You ever see Oliver outside in the sun?"
"Um..." She thought hard. "No. Mostly he stays in his office, or in the bar area, away from the windows.
But I didn't think vampires could be awake during the day!"
Claire thought about the church Monica had chased her into, and the elegant, ancient woman sitting in the pews. "I think they can," she said. "If they're old. He must be really old."
"I don't care how old he is - he's not tanning," Shane said. "We wait for dawn, and then we get Claire and the book out of here."
"She can't go home. They'll go there first," Eve said. Claire went cold.
"But - my parents! What about my parents?"
Nobody answered her for a second or two, and then Shane came and sat down next to her. "You think they'll listen? If we tell them the truth?"
"What, about Morganville? About vampires?" She laughed, and it sounded hysterical. "Are you kidding?
They'd never believe it!"
"Besides," Eve said, and sat down on her other side to take her hand, "even if you convinced them, they'd forget all about it once they were out of town. It's hard to be paranoid when you don't remember they're out to get you."
"Ouch," Shane agreed. "Okay, then. Running's out - for one thing, we can't throw Claire's parents to the vampire wolves...right?"
Michael and Eve nodded.
"And besides, same problem for Claire. Even if we got her out of town, she'd forget why she was running. They'd catch her."
More nods.
"So what do we do?"
"Trade the book," Claire said. They all looked at her. "What? I was going to, anyway. In exchange for some things."
"Like what?" Michael asked, amazed.
"Like - Brandon not holding Shane to his deal. And Monica and her freaks backing off of me.
And...Protection for all the dorms on campus, so that the students are safe." She blushed, because they were all staring at her like they'd never seen her before. "That's how Oliver knew I had the book. I messed up. I was trying to make a deal, but I thought he was just, you know, a good guy who could help. I didn't know he was one of the vampires."
"Oh, he's not one of them," Michael said. "He is them."
Shane frowned. "How do you know that, man?"
"Because in a way I'm one of them," Michael replied. "And something in me wants to do what he says."
"But - not a big part, right?" Eve ventured.
"No. But he's definitely in charge."
Shane got up and walked to the windows, twitched back the curtain, and looked out. "No kidding," he said.
"What've you got?"
"Vamp city, man. Check it out."
Michael joined him at the window, then Eve. When Claire squeezed in, she gasped, because there were dozens of people in view, all standing or sitting facing the house. Unnaturally still. Eve dashed to another set of windows. "Same here!" she called. "Hang on!"
"Shane," Michael said, and jerked his head after her. Shane loped off in pursuit. "Well, so much for sneaking out. I think we're here for the night, at least. Most of them have to go underground during the day. Those that don't won't be able to stay out in direct sunlight - I hope - so maybe we'll have more options then."
"Michael - " Claire felt like crying. "I didn't know. I thought I was doing something good. I really did."
He put his arm around her. "I know. It's not your fault. It might have been a dumb idea, but at least it was a sweet one." He kissed her cheek. "Better get some rest. And if you hear voices, try not to listen.
They're going to be testing us."
She nodded. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he said quietly. "But we'll think of something."
Claire curled up on the corner of the couch, piled under an afghan; Eve took the other end. Nobody felt much like going upstairs to bed. Shane paced a lot, talking in low whispers with Michael, who hadn't once gotten out his guitar. The two of them looked wired. Ready for anything.
