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I- I didn't miss them... Or I did, but I didn't miss them right. It was like something in my mind was stopping me from grieving properly. I mean I did miss them, but it was like I was already moved on. Maybe that's because for the past fifteen years I was preparing for it, just kind of waiting for the day to come.
When I first found out I cried, cried pretty damn hard, more for Shane than Eve, but now I was calm, I was accepting. Then again maybe it was vampire part of me messing with my brain, but then again probably not because Michael was a complete and total mess right now.
Breathe in, breathe out, steal air I don't need. Sometimes I regretted being a vampire... I felt too disconnected from the rest of life, because, well... I wasn't alive.
A noise came from behind me; someone opening and closing a door, attempting to be as sneaky as possible. Footsteps that I could just barely hear moved behind me. That meant one thing: vampire. I spun around quickly, on alert, because the only vampires that had been present at the funeral were myself, Michael, Oliver, Amelie and her guards. I didn't want to see any of them at the moment.
"Claire?" Oh shit, Amelie. Stupid Oliver doesn't know how to properly distract people. I'd have to find time to publicly embarrass him later as revenge.
"What do you want Amelie?" I asked in a tired voice. Stupid question; I already knew the answer.
"Are you holding up well?" she asked, fidgeting and looking away nervously. Her concern surprised me and so did her tone for it was almost like real concern and that she might have felt bad for rushing me into things. Not that she hadn't been waiting patiently for over half a century for me, but honestly she deserved that. She had done the exact same thing to Sam. Poor, dead, Sam. If he had been alive this wouldn't be happening to me.
"Yes, I'm fine. I would like some quiet now if you don't mind," I said my voice flat. Instead of walking away like I had hoped she moved towards me, totally ignoring my request. She stopped mere inches from me, reaching up with one hand and gently cupping my face. I was so tired and sick of her that I didn't care enough to move away.
"Can you love me, Claire?" she asked in a very quiet and meek voice despite her piercing gaze.
"No. Not right now," I said looking away. She didn't respond and after a moment I felt her hand fall away from my face and after another I felt her presence leave me. Blessed silence at last.