Drabble. Amelie watches Sam in a coffee shop. Set after Sam confronts Amelie in the church but before Melinda dies.


He sits framed by the black silhouetted windows and lit by the blazing almost-white light of the evening sun. He's alone.

I'm watching him. I feel ashamed of myself, ashamed that I am staring, but I can't leave, can't take my eyes off of him.

The sun can't leave him either; it plays in his red hair, dances across his face. But it pales in comparison to the light in those beautiful blue eyes. And it seems to know it as every now and then it vanishes, as though in a jealous fit of rage that it's golden light is nothing next to the warm sparkle of his eyes. But it always comes back. It is drawn to him as I find myself inexplicably drawn to him.

I watch him sitting in the sun with an intense surge of jealously; he is young, human, pure and innocent and I, I am an ancient vampire who is forced to skulk in the shadows. I can only watch.

Perhaps this is for the best; I will only corrupt him. Should any sort of relationship exist between us then I will no doubt destroy his flawless character, twist the innocence until it is warped and unrecognisable. No, better to look from afar. Better to admire him, love him, from a distance; he is like a masterpiece that must have as little as possible contact with anything that has the potential to damage, lest it's beauty fade. I have much more than the potential to damage. I had proved that several times over in my long life. No, better for me to simply watch.

And who would want to be with me anyway? Even Myrnin, my oldest and dearest friend, gets sick of me. Everyone else is either indifferent or terrified of me, bar Oliver who likes to pretend he despises me.

Oliver thinks I'm here to see him. He told me, no instructed me, with far too much imperiousness, to wait for a moment apparently seeing me is less important to him than serving coffee's to whiny teenagers. Besides I think he thought it would annoy me. How could it, when I now have the most perfect excuse, far more perfect than anything I could have constructed, to watch Samuel.

Samuel suddenly looks up, and meets my eyes. He is startled - his china blue eyes are widened in shock. We hold each others gaze for a few precious seconds - he is clearly curious, I am merely enjoying being the object of his blue eyed stare. Then the door opens and a girl walks in. Samuel breaks eye contact to smile at the girl. I feel a small shiver of disappointment. If only he found me a hypnotising as I find him.

The sunlight sreams through his red hair and it is almost glowing. He stands and hugs the girl and even from a distance I can't mistake the mutual love in their eyes. He and Melinda walk the short distance towards the door. Of course. It is nearly dark and at night my town turns into a place where angels fear to tread. Even angels with such courage as Samuel. He opens the door for Melinda and I watch with almost crippling jealousy as she walks through, an impulse to bite her, to end her meaningless life - and therefore her hold over Samuel - rises in me and after a moments deliberation I force it down into the depths of my blackened heart where it will cease to trouble my consciousness. Killing Melinda would make Samuel unhappy and Samuel should never be unhappy, not if I have the power to stop it.

As though sensing my decision to let Melinda walk away unharmed Samuel turns to look at me. This time it is I who shows surprise. He offers me a smile and my surprise increases as without, consciously deciding to, I give him a tentative smile back. He turns and walks out letting the door swing shut behind him. I watch.


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