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There were three guys in the room, and a girl on the bed, and she was passed out. They were taking off her pantyhose.
"Shit," Shane said, and moved Claire back. "Eve, call the cops. Now. Time to shut this crap down before somebody gets really hurt."
Eve got out her cell phone and dialed, and Shane went into the room and closed the door. He came back after about a minute with the unconscious girl in his arms. "Anybody know who she is?"
Claire shook her head. "What about those guys?"
"They're sorry," Shane said. "Eve? You recognize her?"
"Um ... maybe. I think I've seen her around the U.C. -- couldn't swear to a name or anything. But she's definitely gown,(?) not town. No bracelet."
"Yeah, I figured." Shane adjusted her to a more comfortable angle in his arms. The girl -- petite, brunette, pretty -- snuggled into his embrace with a sleepy moan. "Damn it. I can't just leave her."
"What about Michael? We need to find him!"
"Yeah, I know. Look, I'll carry her. Check the other rooms."
Claire was having trouble controlling her breathing. She'd almost been that girl, not so long ago. Only she'd been a little more alert, a little more able to take care of herself ...
Get it together, she told herself, and opened the next door. She gasped and covered her mouth with both hands, because there was a vampire in the room, and he was bending over a girl lying limp on the floor.
He looked up, and she saw the hard gleam of fangs before his face came into focus, and became shockingly familiar.
Michael.
There were two raw holes in the girl's neck, and her open, dry eyes had gone gray. Her skin was the color of old wet paper, more blue than white.
"Oh," Claire whispered, and stumbled backward out of the room. "Oh no, no, no -- "
Michael shot to his feet. "Claire, wait! I didn't -- "
Eve was in the doorway now, and Shane. Eve took one look at the dead girl, one at Michael, and turned and ran. Shane just stood there, staring at him, then said quietly, "Claire. Go after her. Now. The two of you, stay together. I'll come find you."
Michael took a step toward them. "Shane, I know you're looking for reasons to hate me, but you know I wouldn't -- "
Shane backed up, fast, keeping distance between them. His eyes had gone very dark, his face flushed and set with anger. "Claire," he said again. "Get the hell away from him. Now."
"Shit!" Michael looked furious, but he also looked scared and hurt. "You know me, Shane. You know I wouldn't do this. Think!"
"You come near me or the girls, I will kill you," Shane said flatly, and then turned and yelled at Claire, full volume. "Go!"
She backed out of the room and ran after Eve. Her heavy platform shoes felt awkward, and her cool outfit was nothing but a cheap dress-up costume. She wasn't cool. She wasn't sexy. She was a stupid jerk to be here, and now Michael ... God, he couldn't have, could he? But there was a flush to his skin, like he'd fed ...
Eve was heading down a set of back stairs. Claire caught sight of the sweep of her long black dress around the spiral. She followed as fast as she dared, with the treacherous shoes. As she neared ground level, the volume of the party swelled and broke into a roar.
When she got to the bottom of the steps, there was no sign of Eve anywhere. It was a sea of moving, swaying bodies, a drunken orgy of dancing (and maybe, in the corners, just an orgy), but she didn't see anybody in formal wear.
"Eve!" She yelled, but even she couldn't hear it. She looked back up the stairs but she didn't see Shane, either.
She was alone.
When she craned her neck, she caught a flash of black velvet heading out of a door, and threw herself into the crowd to follow. If drunks groped her along the way by she barely noticed; she wanted out of here, badly, and she couldn't let anything happen to Eve. Her dignity was the least of her worries.
A hand slipped under her skirt. She turned, instinctively furious, and slapped the guy, hard. Didn't even register his face, or anything about him. He held up his hands in surrender, and she turned and plunged on.
The next room was nearly empty for some reason that Claire didn't understand, until she saw (and smelled) some guy throwing up in the corner. She hurried faster. Was that Eve she was following? She couldn't be sure. It looked like her, but the glimpses were too short, the angles all wrong. Claire had to move quicker.
She wasn't sure how it happened, but she ended up in the vast, gleaming kitchen. A bunch of burly guys were carrying in boxes of liquor. Claire pushed past two frat guys who were high-fiving each other. "Liquid panty remover's here!" one of them yelled, and there was a cheer in the other room.
Claire made it outside and gulped the cool, clear night air. She was shaking, sweating, and she felt utterly filthy, inside and out. That was fun? Yeah, she supposed if she was drinking and didn't care, it'd be fun, but then again, this was Morganville. Fun like that, you could end up passed out on a bed with strangers ... or in a morgue drawer.
Eve was leaning against a tree in the glare of a security light, gasping for breath. She looked glamorous, like some lost Hollywood starlet from the days of black and white, except for the red blaze of her lipstick.
"Oh God," she moaned, and as Claire came toward her she realized she was crying. "Oh God, he's done it, he's really done it -- "
"We don't know that," Claire heard herself say. "Maybe he just found her. Was trying to help her."
Eve glared at her. "He's a vampire! There's a dead girl with holes in her neck! I'm not stupid!"
"I can't believe he'd do it," Claire said. "Come on, Eve, do you? Really? You know him. Is he a killer? Especially when he doesn't have to be?"
Eve shook her head, but that wasn't really an answer. She was shaking off the question.
Shane came out of the kitchen door with the brunette still held in his arms. "Let's go."
"We came in Michael's car," Eve said numbly. "He's got the keys. I could -- "
"No. Nobody goes up there, and you guys stay the hell away from Michael until we know what's going on." Shane thought for a second, then pulled in a breath. "We walk."
"Walk!" Claire and Eve both blurted. Eve improved it by squeaking, "Are you freaking mental?"
"Claire's got Protection, and I'm in the mood to beat the hell out of the first vamp to look at me sideways, and it's safer than getting the three --" He glanced down at the nameless girl in his arms. " --four of us in the car with Michael right now. I want room to run if I have to. And fight."
