Amelie oliver drabble
Written, once again as all Oliver/Amelie's are, for FireFrenzy596 :P
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Love. It is such a general term. After all, who classifies just what it is? Who can say what intensity of feelings turns it from lust to love, or what?
I don't know. But one thing that I can tell you is that I love her.
I love Amelie.
She is my life.
I returned to Morganville and expected to hate her, from the events of all those years ago. I returned for the book, to make sure that I could build my own community and have a prayer of defeating her.
I never expected to fall in love.
At first, I despised her. She kept me under wraps, controlled by her, and I fought back as hard as I could. I turned as many people I could onto my side. I tried, on my first night in town, to turn a human into a vampire. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He died and she knew exactly why. She knew that it was because she refused to tell me how to turn people into vampires.
However, I had to 'play ball'. I had to search and search for the book and ended up working together with her in order to control Morganville. I wasn't in charge, like I wanted to be, but I was second and had lots of power. More than the decrepit Myrnin, who was probably just showing his true craziness to Amelie, making her believe that there was a disease.
At first, I didn't believe in the disease. We are powerful – why would we succumb to such a thing? However, I began to see her and I failing slightly in our attacks, our physical forms, and I knew that it was true.
For a while, I continued to hate her. It seemed that my body was slowly changing towards her, noticing her beauty and intellect so much more. I began to value her, realising that she really did know what she was doing, that she was such a priceless ruler of the town. My body refused to hate her anymore, meaning that my heart and brain had to change to love as well.
It took a long time; it wasn't an overnight realisation of love – that is unrealistic. However, I realised that she was perfect and that I couldn't destroy her, as I had dreamed so many times. She needed to be alive to realise that she loved me as well as I loving her.
But she loved Sam. She loved him and he loved her but she refused to admit her feelings. It hurt me more, knowing that she was in love with someone else but she refused to show it, rather than her being actively involved with someone. At least then I would have seen her happy; all I saw was her depressed and moping for someone she could so obviously have.
So that is where we are, ladies and gentlemen. I have a love so strong for a woman who is never going to realise it. She will never realise that Oliver, the man who once despised her, loves her more than he could possibly fathom… more than anyone could fathom. It isn't a love that is a flash fire, petering out in months, but a slow roasting one, one that will still be here in a thousand years, for eternity probably.
Love is a strange thing. Nobody really knows what it is, but they have their ideas. Amelie thinks that it is what she has with Sam… I know that it is what I have with her.
I love her with all my heart. But she will never admit it, will she?
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Vicky xx
