When Oliver returns to Morganville…
This story is set as a oneshot in conjunction with 'identifying emotions which have long lied dormant' but can be read without that… this is an individual event!
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Amelie's POV:
He dares to return. He dares to come back to me, to try and beg for forgiveness for events that I ought to have destroyed him for over three hundred years ago. I spared him then because I loved him and I couldn't live with myself, knowing that I had hurt the man that I loved.
However, that has all changed. I do not love him any longer; no, I found the true meaning of love in Samuel Glass – what I had with Oliver was nothing compared to with Samuel…
"Amelie?" Oliver presses me, as I contemplate whether or not I can allow him back. Nobody knows of the relationship we had who is here – Myrnin is locked away for the benefit of the people, and he was the only one around at the time – so that isn't an issue… but can I look at him? He would have to be on the Elder's Council, because of his age, but I don't know whether or not I could cope with him being that close to me.
After all, he tried to kill me.
"You want to search for the book that I stole from my father?" I clarify and he nods deeply. "Well, Oliver, I do not believe that you should have that book; attempted murder is not something that I would care for you to try and commit once again," I say coolly, noting how his face hardens and cools. He is still the evil Oliver that tried to kill me – over three hundred years hasn't allowed his good natured side (if that ever truly existed) to return to the controlling force of his body.
"Amelie, I am not going to try and take your power – you are too well seated here for me to succeed," he says coolly, trying to impress himself onto me that he isn't a lying, manipulative, bastard as he once was.
I raise my eyebrow in a sarcastic way and note how he rolls his eyes slightly.
"It has been a long time, Oliver," I say finally, after I manage to break the eye contact. It was so powerful, so strong, that I almost felt something… but no. it would be wrong – I love Samuel and to betray our love for something that wasn't truly real would be wrong.
"I have changed, Amelie," he says quietly, staring me down again. I swallow – do I really trust myself, him, to let him back into town? Do I?
"Very well," I say finally, speaking the words without truly thinking about them. "You may stay, Oliver. But mark my words; if there is one hint of a revolt or anything of the sort, your head is on the line. That is the condition of you entering Morganville. You can be the second in command, my second in command, but that is all. You will be mine and nobody else's."
"I accept those terms," he says with a smile, standing up from his position at my feet. "You shall not regret this, Amelie."
"Funny you say that, since I am already regretting it," I reply with a hint of sarcasm, noting how he smiles once again. "Oh and Oliver," I continue as he is beginning to make his way to leave. "I shall not interfere with your searching for the book… but if I were to find it first, I wouldn't count on you getting it," and with that I turn away to my lounge area, leaving him agog.
Seeing him again has only brought back the rush of emotions from centuries ago. I did truly love him, I know that now, but he broke my heart almost irreparably. It took Samuel, my real true love, to fix it…
But I never thought I would be able to say this: I thank Oliver, for what he did. After all, if I didn't have him, then I would never have found these emotions, and if I were still with him, I wouldn't have ever found my true soul mate.
So Oliver, thank you…
I am going to write another oneshot in relation to the story this is a sort of spin off from.
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Vicky xx
