Myrnin's Point of view
With the robot off doing the job, I went back to the lab to see if I could wake Amelie. Then a thought occurred to me; she will starve if she doesn't get blood, but I didn't exactly want to cut her open. I sighed. I needed a willing human to donate possibly all their blood. I went to my invention and checked it over. I had tried everything I could think of, to reverse what it has done, but nothing worked. I fear I may have actually made the situation worse.
Grabbing my coat and hat, I went outside and strolled down the street casually. Then I saw the perfect human. I ran up and snapped her neck before she even had a clue what was going on. I picked her up and ran back to my lab, lying her down on the chair.
"Now for blood bags." I said and ran out again to the Blood bank, where I picked up about 30 bags and a jug and ran back home.
In the lab, I went through my stuff trying to find a plastic tube. Not thick, just thin and manoeuvre-able enough to feed Amelie. I heard a beeping sound and looked around confused. Then I remembered it was the telephone that Claire had left me.
I rushed over to the table and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Um... Hi. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, my dear. Though I am actually trying to find something..." I went back to finding the tube.
"Well... I had an appointment with Amelie today and she seemed... different." Claire said. I straightened and went to the table to measure the tube I had found.
"Different how?" I hadn't checked on her and I may not have made her exactly like the real Amelie, but she did the job good enough.
"Well, first she was freezing cold. Colder than you or Oliver. And usually... there is some sort of... Emotion in her eyes, which I have found out, but nothing was there."
"She could be getting good at her mask." I said. The tube is the correct length, so I go to my bedroom and take one of the blood bags. I opened the top and stuck the tube in and put it in the jug.
"...It isn't that." I had clearly missed what little Claire had been saying.
"Excuse me? Sorry I was busy and didn't hear you." Claire sighed.
"I said, ever since she got with Oliver she's been showing a little more emotion, so it isn't that."
"Well I have known Amelie longer than you, so I would just say she has put her mask up again. You could read her emotions because she didn't have it up. Is that all?" I explained and looked for something to keep Amelie's stomach open, as soon as I cut into her she would heal.
Claire sighed again. "The amount of work she is doing then. She had at least like 20 folders on her desk or something. And she watched me all the way out which is something she doesn't do. Don't tell me that's normal."
"Maybe she just wants to distract herself. A little work can do you good." I picked a knife found lying on the other side of the bed. Testing the sharpness by cutting my finger, I am satisfied. "Another thing, you don't need to come to work."
"For how long?"
"Well... Until I say so. I am doing something." I said. "Try not to worry too much about Amelie." And hung up.
I faced Amelie and took an unnecessary breath. "Sorry about this, my lovely lady. But it's to stop you from starving." I cut into her stomach.
Amelie's Point of View (dream world)
I woke up to a sharp pain in my stomach. I sat up and lifted my top, where blood was coming out. Then I felt another stabbing pain, inside then it subsided.
"What was that?" I asked myself. The blood had stopped and there is no cut or anything. I got up and looked around. I am still in the bedroom... Which I had to admit saddened me. I was certain this was a dream and I was waking up.
The door to the bedroom opened and Oliver came in.
"Hello Amelie. Did you sleep well?" He asked.
"I guess so." I looked down at the bed and got a surprise. The sheets were pristine. Just a moment ago they were covered in blood.
"Where do you want to go?" Oliver asked. I looked up at him.
"Home. Back to Morganville."
"You are home. I keep telling you. I thought you would stop worrying." He said. I shook my head.
"Who was stabbing me?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" Oliver asked, in shock.
"It felt like someone was stabbing me and there was blood," I looked down at my pristine pyjamas. "Then I felt it.. Inside. Who was doing that?"
"It wasn't me, I can assure you. You were awake when this happened?" He asked and I nodded. "I don't know. But let's go somewhere to take your mind off it."
"I want to go back. You have help me wake up." I said. Oliver walked up to me and covered my mouth.
"Your going to forget about that. This is home and your with me. You can go where ever you like. You don't ever have to worry about anything." He said. I took his hand away. "Just accept it."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then... Life here will become difficult." He went to kiss me, but I pushed him away. He sighed and his face fell. "Get dressed." He turned and walked out of the room.
I looked around. Where was the wardrobe? All that was here in this dark red room was the bed and a chest. I opened the chest and found it full of blood bags. I picked one up and it felt warm. I put it back. After the stabbing pain, I felt full.
I sat on the bed and thought about what clothes to wear. I closed my eyes and imagined a white top, with a blue silk jacket and blue trousers. For shoes, blue slip on ballet shoes. I opened my eyes and the clothes were there, on me. I looked for the pyjamas and they were nowhere to be seen.
A door appeared and I went through it, to outside on the street. Oliver stood there looking into space, maybe. He turned around and smiled after looking at my outfit.
"You look beautiful." He tried to kiss me again and I pushed him away. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just don't try to kiss me." I said. Oliver sighed. "So where are we going?"
"Anywhere you want." He pushed my hair behind my ear.
"You choose." I said. Oliver smiled.
"Close your eyes. It's a surprise." He said. I was hesitant but in the end, did as was told.