Running,
Fear thick in the air as the ice queen drags my hand and almost rips my arm out of its socket, shouts echo but i don't stop to turn.
Bullets hit the ground all around us and the panic sets in, i steal a glance at the women gripping my arm and caught sight of a look I've never seen. Determination and panic.
That worries me in the time I've being in Morganville I've never seen her like that and it's unsettling.
"AMELIE!" Amelie, The name confuses me for a moment and i wonder where in all this chaos ive heard it until i feel her cold grasp tighten on my wrist and realise it's the women saving me.
Amelie is the founder of Morganville a town in America that is secretly over run by vampires a secret no one outside of Morganville understands.
The vampires are dying out and Amelie had a friend called Myrnin who gave his life to get them this far, after all Bishop Amelie's evil father had come back to Morganville to kill his daughter and get his hands on a book.
Amelie's strong arms wrapped around me and we slam into a wall, this close i can here Amelie's fast breathing and the fear in her actions, it's almost unbearable until she relaxes as Bishops troupes with the guns clear off and soon after we are alone. Even so Amelie doesn't let me go and i start to feel drowsy but i force my eyelids open until i hear her soft voice.
"Little Claire" Little Claire was my nickname from her, "go to sleep we'll be fine until morning" morning for the vamps was evening for us, although my last thoughts before i fell into a deep sleep was how she'd know when morning was. We were in the underground sewage systems of Morganville.
~ I don't dream but wake to the unfamiliar sight of a dark tunnel and fear sets in that is until I notice a soft breathing noise and a shape beside me, Amelie.
I sit up and remember last night in short flashes, around about the sort of time when i think i remember everything Amelie gets up and sits next to me, on the floor. The only place I would never have thought Amelie would sit.
Or one of many actually, anyway as I'm sat shocked i can feel Amelie's arm around my waist and i gasp lightly at the softness of her touch but more so at how much i seem to like it.
Amelie must know this. She's being playing this game for ages ever since she saw me in the church when i first came to Morganville. I just didn't know how much she cared until she gave me one of her rare gold bracelets of protection that can't be removed. I hated it at first but i grew to smile whenever it caught my eye.
Amelie's hand covers mine and for a split second i freeze until i start to cough half faking it and half not.
Her hand quickly starts to pat my back and even through my t-shirt i can feel the cold of her pale skin and i tell her know I'm ok through coughs.