Disclaimer: I might be enjoying the series, but do I own? As if I could be that good! Not likely
AN: This story is based off of the UK exclusive short story 'Worth living for' The character Clea Blaisdell is the twelve year old redhead that Bishop would have fed on if Shane and Micheal hadn't saved her.
The atmosphere in the limo was positively electric and Clea Blaisdell squirmed and fidgeted under the gaze of Amelie. Tonight had been…surreal to say the least.
As a resident of Morganville, Clea was well aware of how things worked around here. Curfew was there for a reason. Don't be stupid and go out after dark. She might have only been twelve years old, but she was old enough to know what happened to people not inside after curfew.
But in her own balcony should have been safe. When she'd been grabbed, Clea could've sworn her heart felt like it had stopped. Clea looked up at Amelie and suddenly it hit her with all the force of an express train. This was THE founder of Morganville. And somehow, those two guys who had saved her had managed to call upon HER to save Clea's life.
And if this was Amelie, a woman who Clea admired and feared in equal measure had had to come in and save her, then the vampire who'd taken her had to be none other than…
Suddenly it hit Clea with all the force of an express train. There was only one vampire powerful enough to warrant a founder and that was Bishop.
Crazy thought after crazy thought dashed around in Clea's head, each one becoming more and more alarming as time went on. When the limo pulled up to Clea's house, she was positively worried sick about what was about to happen.
"Please don't kill my family!" Clea blurted out and Amelie looked at her with surprise. "I won't tell anyone about what I saw, what went on in the warehouse."
"Why wo-" Amelie started but Clea continued without noticing.
"If you don't trust me to stay quiet, then just kill me and let them think I was killed by a wild vampire or something, or that I killed myself or-"
"Enough Clea Blaisdell, I do not intend to kill you. At least, not today," Amelie said in a calm controlling voice that spoke of aristocracy and power. "I merely need to make sure that your family understands the need to remain silent about what has happened tonight."
"You…you know my name," Clea finally said after a few minutes and Amelie gave the young girl a small smile.
"Yes I know your name. I know that your parents are James and Martha Blaisdell. And your five year old brother Thomas. I know your best friend Layla Law and how she is feeling confused about her sexuality and that you are the only one she has allowed to know. I know your other friend Sasha Bishop and how the two of you have had an argument over something petty and small. I know my flock Miss Clea Blaisdell, do not be surprised that I know you. All of you," Amelie finished with a predatory lick.
"Yes ma'am," Clea replied meekly. Normally she would have been tempted to give a smart alec answer, but Amelie radiated power and frankly it scared Clea. Amelie gave her a smile.
"Good. Now I am sure that your parents are worried about you. Follow me," Amelie ordered calmly and Clea followed her out of the car wordlessly, half-awed and half terrified at the same time.
