So, I have been wracking my brains for weeks now, since I bought Bite Club on 21st April, to find a oneshot with Amelie and Sam. After all, it is pretty hard to write one when one of them is dead!

I may sort of not mind the Amelie/Oliverness in the story, but I really love Samelie, and I FINALLY thought of this! It's sort of an alternative interpretation to Actual Fire Burns, a fic where the same event happened (the explosion in Bite Club) but THIS ONE IS AMELIE/SAM!

I don't own anything!


Amelie's POV:

The house explodes.

Of course, I sound quite complacent and matter of fact about such a heinous crime, don't I? A house exploding ought not to happen, as I am sure you are all aware. But there is a reason for my relaxed attitude as I am thrown down to the floor, injuries occurring most painfully, as yells are emitted from the mouths of my guards.

The reason? Well, you see, it is because of the image that I get for being in such an experience, so close to death in a way. The image of a flame haired beauty appears before my eyes, even though they are closed, and for this time, I get to pretend that Sam isn't dead.

It's almost a translucent image, one which I can see through but I choose not to, instead making the jeans and t-shirt combination he was so fond of opaque and blocking out whatever is behind it. I focus in on his face, which is smiling as he looks down at me, observing his crinkle eyed smile as I remember him alive. This was my favourite expression on his face – if I saw him with anything else, it was a disappointment.

Him being here, moving closer and closer to me, hides the pain I must be feeling from the effects of the explosion. Everything seems detached, unrealistic, as I catch myself in his expression, absorbing every detail of his face again to cement him in my mind. Anything which has gone on between myself and Oliver disappears and I simply confirm with myself that Sam is the one I love… not Oliver.

He says something, but I cannot tell what it is: I see his lips moving but I cannot translate the movement to the words. But I don't care: he is here, when I need him. the world is abstract to me, my only focus being trying to reach out to stroke his face, to touch him…

…but I am pulled away from him as I near his face, mere inches away. Someone, Oliver, pulls me to my feet and I am forced back into reality. I cannot hold onto Sam as he begins to fade away, turning from the perfect man I knew and loved, love, into nothing more than air.

He doesn't seem sad to be leaving; it's as if he is happy that he has seen me – or maybe it's just my subconscious conjuring him up and that I am putting my favourite expression of his on his face.

Yet he has gone. Oliver has stolen me away from my lover and I hate him for this. I don't want him here; I came here to deal with this alone. I wanted to stay down on that ground as long as it took for me to not need Sam anymore.

And that would have been forever.

A price to pay, for love…


Whatcha think?

Sorry it's short… it sort of couldn't go for much longer -.-

I WILL FIND ANOTHER SAMELIE FIC FROM BITE CLUB, HOPEFULLY!

Review, please XD & tell me whatcha think of my writing

Vicky xx