Hey guys, thank you for the awesome reviews so far. I hope I've been updating quick enough for you guys, but since I'm back at school, my updates can take up to weeks be put up, but I think I'm doing alright at the minute :P Btw there are Black Dawn spoilers, so I'm sorry if you haven't read the book yet and sorry the chapter is so short :S I don't own anything but the storyline and the OC! Enjoy! :D
*Update* Sorry, I've changed the ending to fit in with my ideas, sorry to get your hopes up thinking it's a new chapter, I will update asap!
Amelie arrived in a matter of minutes. With her army of vampires. After the trail of vampire body guards, Amelie stepped out of the portal along with Oliver. She looked like a furious ice queen as usual, however she had changed. After the draug were destroyed, even though Amelie had also killed the master draug that had taken over her body, something in her snapped. Although nothing had actually changed officially, Claire feared for her friends and the towns people. Amelie seemed even more like Oliver now.
"Where is she?" Amelie barked. At a snap of her fingers, Myrnin stood by her side that was unoccupied by Oliver. Oliver appeared to be his normal self again, wearing his normal hippie attire with his greying hair pulled back into a pony tail. With all three of them together was quite strange looking.
"On the sofa. She being attacked by a rogue vampire when I intervened." Myrnin answered, lowering his hand in respect. Amelie marched over the sofa where Chloe lay sound asleep curled up on her side in the afghan. She looked milky white, making her freckles appear brighter, and her heart rate was slower than normal, but was still healthy. Amelie kneeled beside her, most likely getting her immaculate white pencil skirt dirty, but she did not seem to care. Her face softened as she tucked a strand of Chloe's hair behind her ear and stared at her.
Amelie had completely forgotten about the others until Michael spoke quietly.
"Who is she?" Amelie jumped up, brushing away the dirt from her clothing.
"Nobody. Oliver." She hissed and without a word, Oliver scooped Chloe off the sofa, dumping the afghan on the floor and replacing it with one of the bodyguard's jackets. With Chloe cradled soundlessly in his arms, he went back through the portal with most of the guards. Only two remained with Amelie. She then turned her cold eyes to the four room mates who stood awkwardly in the corner of the room.
"If any of you speak a word of this, there will be severe consequences." Amelie turned to leave, but Claire's words stopped her.
"Who is she?" Claire repeated Michael's question. Amelie let out a sigh and turned to them.
"It's quite simple actually. She's my granddaughter." She stated, turning and passing through the portal, leaving all of them gaping at her.