Hi everyone! I've been a huge fan of these books for a really long time and I thought I'd try my hand at Amelie's backstory ish…

Disclaimer: I do not own Morganville Vampires, sadly :(

Warning: Child death at the end in italics…

Queen's Quest

Amelie sat still as a statue at her desk. Her hands were clasped together over the newest manilla folder. She watched as Oliver impatiently tapped his fingers on his thigh. She watched as his guards and her guards looked between one another, not quite knowing what to do. She watched as Oliver watched her; a goddess in a pale white suit with her hair pilled immaculately on her head.

"Leave us," Amelie spoke to the guards. They dutifully nodded and left the room.

Amelie and Oliver continued their stares, neither wanting to give in or advert their eyes.

"You know," Oliver said breaking the silence. "I've always wondered how you do your hair so. Vampires don't show in mirrors."

"I always assumed that was why you were so unshaven," Amelie replied, her head tilted a fraction to the right in amusement.

Oliver lips curled up gently, "What's in the folder?"

Life or death decisions have been made in the manilla folders Amelie keeps. Power struggles, agreements, and death certificates have all been signed by the Queen in a manilla folder.

Amelie pretended to ignore his question. She opened the folder and flipped through the contents. Two pages caught Oliver's eye; one being a death certificate, the other being a birth certificate.

They were yellowed and old. The handwriting was faint and slanted.

"You know, long ago, before I was a vampire, I was a queen? I ruled Asia, Australia, and Europe. My troops were marching into North America, I was following them. I sat high on a horse. Purple was the its color, as gold was mine. I watched as three vampires destroyed three thousand men in mere hours. When my troops laid lifeless on the ground, the three they turned on me. They faced me, blood of my men fresh on their faces. One killed the horse. One held me down. One bit me and turned me."

Oliver listened interested in what she had to say.

"Bishop was the one that turned me, the other vampire killed the horse, Myrnin held me down. They left me after I was turned to feast on my own troops. They killed two things that day. My soul, and my child."

"You had a child?"

"A long time ago I did."

-0-0-

Amelie stood in a pale blue silk nightie, and a white shimmering robe. She clutched the metal railing tightly, staring off into the night. She took a deep breath to try and clear her mind.

"Need I recite Shakespeare?" Oliver whispered, looking up at his Queen on the balcony.

"I think I've had enough of Shakespeare. I was, after all, his Juliet," Amelie whispered back a small smile gracing her lips.

Oliver scuffed, "Your age is showing."

Amelie looked back to the night sky. Oliver jumped up to join her.

"Your child, were you attached?"

"I was, desperately attached. I was human then."

"What was it like?"

This human bondage is what they longed for. Something that made them feel. It had been too many years of getting close to some human just to watch them shrivel and die. What they needed was companionship. The founding of Morganville was for companionship with others who wouldn't die. The humans were for amusement and for that feeling that seemed inexistent.

"The beginning I didn't want it. It made me feel horrible. Everything from emptying my stomach in the garden to migraines all day. Later on, when I started to show, I was excited. I was making another human, my own human. Bishop was furious when he saw. His unmarried daughter with child. Then as it grew, and it moved within me, I was… ecstatic. I stayed up some nights, telling stories to the child, feeling the child turn and move within me, and just planning outfits to hide the child from enemies. Over all though, I loved the child like any mother should," Amelie whispered the last sentence, her pale grey eyes never leaving the night.

"Claire-" Oliver started.

"Claire is… something else. She's truly amazing. She has saved my life and our kind more times than any other human."

"She makes you feel something…" Oliver trailed off.

"She's like a daughter to me, in a way. As much as a daughter or child I will ever have," Amelie said sadly. Oliver kept his eyes on her. "I bid you good night," Amelie whispered, turning away from Oliver and heading back into her room.

"'Night," Oliver whispered.

He stared after her as she slipped into bed and turned off her light. Oliver jumped down from the balcony, and ran off into the night.

-0-0

The wail of a newborn child screeched through the air. The Queen screamed in agony too. Bishop grabbed the child from the other vampire.

"No," Amelie whispered, tears in her eyes as her child who was still attached to her, was held in the hands of her merciless father.

"So small aren't they?" Bishop whispered, running a long fingernail gently over the child's cheek. "And all their life is here at the neck," Bishop whispered, his eye brows were raised, his eyes flashed red. Too tired after a long and excruciating childbirth, Amelie could only watch in horror.

The wails that had ended the silence in the room, ceased with a small snap.

Tears fell from Amelie's eyes as her dead child was cut from her womb and handed to her. Mrynin handed her a towel, and with tired, shaky arms, Amelie wrapped her dead child.

Bishop and the other vampire left, smiles gracing their faces.

Myrnin gently wiped the tears from Amelie's cheek, "What is her name?"

"Claire," Amelie sniffled. She kissed Claire's forehead. "Her name is claire."

Please review! I might continue this, but I'm not too sure…