"Jia, can you tie this?"

Jia smiled and tied the back strings on Claire's bikini. "How on Earth did you convince me to buy a string bikini?" Claire asked hopelessly.

"It looks cute on you," Jia responded, tying the knot, "Plus, Myrnin'll like it."

Claire blushed.

The two grabbed towels and made their way to the hotel's pool.

Jia used the key card to open the glass door and Claire made her way in. Michael sat in the hot tub across from the pool. Myrnin, however, only had his legs in.

Claire smirked when Myrnin got that boyish look.

"Hey, boys," Jia said.

While Claire wore a camo-pattern string bikini, Jia wore a plain black and white once piece—with no back. Well, it was dipped low and, oh, you get it.

Michael smiled at Claire as she flinched at the heat. "You get used to it."

Claire stuck her tongue out at him and sat next to Myrnin.

"You look, cute," Myrnin said, scoping Claire.

Claire smiled. Michael had talked Myrnin into wearing trunks. Be a man he had said. Myrnin looked scrawny and pale, but you know. In a cute way.

"You look hot," Claire replied with a playful shove, "Now get in, pansy."

Claire slipped into the bubbling water. Myrnin rolled his eyes and followed. Jia just sat on the edge, her foot playing with a jet.

"So, what do you think Amelie is doing right now?" Claire chuckled as Myrnin slid an arm around her. Michael didn't hesitate to answer. "Probably searching for Bishop and that film." Claire sighed. "I wish I had looked at the light when the ghosts shoved me. I would have known it was recording."

"Well I still can't believe she allowed you to come with me," Jia said.

"Yup, and here we are in Boise, Idaho," Claire breathed happily, "Hey, wait. What happened to Oliver?" Myrnin answered this time. "Rotting in a silver Morganville cell."

Michael smiled. "Hazah."

"Hazah," everyone else replied in unison.

A few hours later, the four headed back up to the room. Michael agreed to take the couch while Jia had a bed to herself and Myrnin and Claire shared one.

"Hey, can you turn on the news?" Claire asked, drying her hair with a towel. Michael pulled on a T-shirt and turned on the 10 o' clock news.

"And in other news, we have word that the gas prices might go up another 3 percent."

Michael and Claire groaned.

"But, before that. Earlier today, we received a tape from an anonymous source. Our crew watched it, reviewed it, and we think that we may hold proof that there are supernatural things that go bump in the night. We have scanned this over and over again. It's real."

"Oh my God. No," Claire breathed, "Myrnin! Jia! Get out here!"

Myrnin walked out of the bathroom with a tooth brush in his mouth. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice muffled.

"Claire, it's the video. Bishop."

Claire's view whipped to the screen.

Sure enough, there it was.

It had a good view of Bishop and Amelie fighting. "You've grown soft, Amelie." Bishop's voice was so freaky through media. "You're the one who teamed up with Audrey."

Audrey…

Thank God she's dead.

It was hard to see, but Claire saw Michael get tackled.

She focused her view on Jia and Audrey. They fought in the back ground.

Audrey pinned Jia to the ground. Then Claire saw Myrnin sneak up from behind and stab the knife into her neck.

All the visible assistants disappeared in smoke and the lights turned on, making it easier to see.

Dialogue… Claire saw herself kiss Myrnin. Claire blushed slightly until Bishop's angry growl broke through the happy. "Audrey!" he growled.

"Are they going to show the whole thing?" Michael asked desperately.

Ysandre and François weren't visible, but when Ysandre got stabbed byt Jia, Claire almost puked.

"That was for Shane," Claire heard herself bark.

Bishop called to François, who ran away. Then Claire saw herself cry out and fall.

The tape cut off to the anchor woman. "The girl who just yelped has been identified. We are keeping it under smoke for a reason folks. We think that she might either be a very good actress, or… well, you'll see."

Myrnin swallowed and sat next to Claire. "No…" Claire whined.

The tape came back on and it had a perfect view of Claire biting into Myrnin's wrist. Claire shut her eyes. She could hear Jia and Bishop fighting. Then she heard Jia's cry and Myrnin's command. "Jia! Michael! Help her!"

Claire looked again and saw Michael run off screen. Leaving just her and Myrnin. "God…" Myrnin breathed.

There was a thud, Claire assumed that was Bishop. Amelie came over, pulled Claire away, and put her to sleep. "Still don't know," Michael said absently.

Some more dialogue, and the video cut off.

"As you can see, the girl is… acting strange, to put it kindly. There are many theories. Aspiring film artists? Horror movie? But it seems that the only explanation right now is ghosts. Ghosts, and vampires. And now back to the ga-"

Michael turned off the television. "Well, we're screwed."

"They've identified me?" Claire breathed, "That means they'll be tracking me."

"The whole US probably saw that," Jia said quietly, "And word gets around fast."

"The internet…" Myrnin sighed.

"I guess Bishop got away with it," Michael growled. He stood and threw the remote down. "Son of a bitch!"

Jia stood up straight. "We leave the country tomorrow."

Even at 1:56 in the morning, Claire couldn't get to sleep. She lay facing Myrnin in the soft sheets. She tapped Myrnin. His eye's fluttered open. "Yes?" he asked, his voice glazed with sleep.

"Myrnin, I'm scared," she admitted.

Myrnin smiled softly and stroked her cheek. "Don't be. I won't ever let anything happen to you."

Claire whimpered a little as her voice cracked. "The tape. Me and you… They identified me…" "How do you know they got the right girl? There are probably tons of girls with your face. Not that any of them are as beautiful…" Claire smiled weakly. "You get my point. If you can't sleep, I can think of something that'll help."

Myrnin sat up. "Myrnin, no," Claire whispered and looked over to Jia and Michael. Still sleeping. "If you do tonight, then you won't need any tomorrow," Myrnin assured, "And I have a feeling giving you blood on a plane won't go down well on a plane."

Claire chuckled softly. "I guess not."

Myrnin leaned over the bed to retrieve the pocket knife out of his jacket. He came back up with the knife open. It shone in the moonlight that leaked in through the window. He ran it across his wrist forming the red line.

The scent intoxicating, Claire took his arm without hesitating and pulled the crimson out of the small cut. Claire felt Myrnin stroke her head as she drank.

It had been about a month since the encounter. Her need was almost gone. Half a pint each time. Claire was overjoyed that she wouldn't have to take blood from him anymore.

Now she might just be able to live life normally. Well, as normal as it could get traveling the world with three other vampires.

Sure they're might be some ups and downs with this whole video thing… But Claire had a feeling it would all just blow over eventually. But until then, Claire wanted to see Paris, Rome, and Japan.

And when she got home to Morganville, she had a little thought in that back of her head that she might want to settle down with one crazy guy of her dreams who, no one would have suspected, found a way into her heart, and wasn't going to go anywhere for a long, long time.