A/N: Okay, so here is the next chapter :3 I hope you will enjoy it!

I DO NOT OWN MORGANVILLE VAMPIRES.

Chapter 4: The secret randevu

"Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Amelie's Pov

It was already dark, when I made it to the Common Grounds again. I had changed out of the dress and was wearing now brown suit, which I didn't really like. I didn't like pants, but this was better than the dress, for this meeting. I looked out of the window and when I didn't see anyone suspicious I stepped out of the limousine. My bodyguards were about to follow me, but I stopped them by waving my hand.

"I'm doing this alone," I told them and continued to walk to the door.
"But ma'am..." one of them started.
"I will be fine," I didn't look at them, I just kept walking towards the doors. I knew about Aiden and his issues, and his and Oliver's issues on top of that, so it did surprise me when Oliver came to me asking for a favor. He asked me to meet with Aiden and listen to him and help. I have no idea what will be expecting me inside, but I am more than sure I don't need any unnecessary witnesses to this meeting. And to tell the truth, I was a bit curious about the boy.

Oliver was standing next to one of the tables that were located far from the windows, so no one could see them, even by accident. There were two more persons in the room, a girl and a boy, and they were sitting behind the table. Oliver nodded to me, but my gaze was fixed on the boy. His head was down and he didn't even look at me when I came in. It must be Aiden. His hair was cut in an interesting haircut that almost made me smirk. His hair looked almost as normal as any other man's hair would, but what made it interesting was the fact that lower part of his left side was cut short and in some parts it was completely cut to form some kind of spirals. Sometimes I just don't understand young people these days. I didn't get a chance to say anything about it because the girl's movement caught my attention and I looked at her.

Her hair was bright red and curled into gorgeous curls, her lips were painted in bright red and she was wearing long, dark red dress with a hood, right from the Victorian era. This girl knows her way around clothing that's for sure, but it wasn't exactly keeping a low profile, not in this era. She met my gaze and I raised my eyebrow in a silent question. She just looked at me with a smirk. There is only one possibility on who this girl is. Charlotte, Aiden's babysitter. I must admit that she had guts to ignore my wishes about this meeting, but for some reason I already disliked Charlotte.

I finally moved closer to the others and stopped right next to the girl. She stood up and smiled at me, but I kept my expression blank and cold.
"Is this keeping a low profile?" I kept looking her in the eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" I could hear panic in her voice, but in her eyes I saw that she knew exactly what was wrong. She was just trying to mess with me and that was a mistake. I was about to tell her what was wrong, but Oliver was a bit faster.
"Amelie, trust me, this is her keeping low profile," I didn't look at him, but there was something in his voice that made me believe him. "Charlotte likes do dress up, a lot."
"Oh Oliver!" Charlotte laughed. The laugh was overly sweet, too sweet. It was fake. "I don't dress up. That's just my style."
"Indeed, it is. Gothic ball gowns and all that shit," Oliver was getting a bit annoyed, one could hear it in his voice. And to tell the truth, I didn't like the girl myself, not at all. "And all bright red."

I tuned out Oliver's and Charlotte's chatter and looked at the boy, again. He was still sitting behind the table, not looking at anyone.
"And you must be Aiden," I said quietly. He slowly looked at me, stood up and nodded to me. I nodded, too. There was so much emotion in his dark brown, almost black, eyes. He tried to hide it, true, but I just could see it in his eyes no matter what. Fear, panic, horror and sadness.
"You don't know how much it means to me that you agreed to see me," his voice was almost a whisper, filled with distant pain. I didn't say anything more and neither did Aiden. Oliver and Charlotte had also fallen silent. After a long while I spoke again.

"So, maybe you should tell me how can I help you, young Aiden?" I finally sat down on one of the chairs. I lifted my left leg to rest on the right and my hands landed in my lap.
"As I can see, Oliver must have told you about me. So, I assume that you know what I am," I nodded, of course I did know. I knew about Aiden from the day one. "Then, you also know about how I am… was, with blood, human or any other."
"Yes. You have no thirst for it since the day you were born. And if I recall right, it even made you sick," I arched my eyebrow not really sure about where this was going, but I had an itching feeling it wasn't going to make me happy.
"That is right, and it made me really happy, not craving for blood," he closed his eyes and turned his head. When he opened them, he was staring out of the window. When he finally looked at me, I could see briefly pure pain and terror in his eyes, but it was gone before I could say anything about it, not that I was going to.

"Something happened around six months ago," Aiden's voice wasn't as controlled as it was in the beginning. His behavior, and his emotions, spiked my interest.
"And what did happen, boy?" I leaned closer to him, my hands now sitting clasped on the table and both my feet on the floor.
"Thirst," the answer didn't come from him. It was Charlotte. I looked at her bit annoyed that she did interrupt Aiden, who was about to answer himself. "I tried to tell him that it was okay for vam..."
"Young lady, I would really appreciate if you wouldn't get involved in this conversation," I tried to put as much ice as I could manage in my voice when I interrupted her. "As far as I know, you are merely a babysitter for Aiden."
"I'm not Ai's babysitter! I'm his friend! Close friend! I was the one who has been by his side every day of his life!" she was staring at Aiden and there was some kind of desperation, maybe to prove to me that she meant a lot to Aiden. Aiden didn't even look at her. "Ai!"
"Shut up, Charlotte!" he shouted and it surprised me a bit. He sounded really annoyed, beyond annoyed. I guess they have had this conversation many times before. Charlotte sat back on the chair, pouting. I mentally shook my head and turned my whole attention to Aiden once again.

"Thirst? It's not that bizarre, taking in the consideration what you are," I told him, but he shook his head in disagreement. "And in your case, we can't be sure about anything, can we? Maybe thirst develops later, to your kind."
"I would agree with you, Amelie, but not in this case," his calmness was fading away. "But this is not your normal thirst."
"What do you mean?" I leaned back letting my hands fall into my lap again.
"I can't control it," as I was about to tell him that it wasn't bizarre for new vampires to be unable to control their thirst, he continued to speak. "And when I do bite someone, I can't stop myself. It is not uncommon, I know. But no matter how many people I just dry out in a row, I am still thirsty. That is not normal, is it?"

That made me speechless and for a while I just stared at him and he stared right back at me. I sensed that Charlotte was about to speak again, but this time Oliver stared at her, giving her a warning, so she kept silent. This boy was really in trouble, and the worst part was that no one really could help him. Explain what was happening to him and why. There was only one thing I could do for him, but first there were few questions that I needed to get answered. And even then I am not sure he, or most importantly the girl in the red, would agree to it.

"You said it happened six months ago. Why did it take you so long to ask for help?" I asked him quietly. I saw flash of something in his eyes before he briefly shifted his gaze on Charlotte and then back at me.
"I wanted to do it sooner, as soon as I understood that I had zero control over it. But," he closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again. "But when I mentioned it to Charlotte, she talked me into not doing it. She said that we should wait and see, maybe it will pass."
"But it didn't pass," I looked at Charlotte who was a bit ashamed, but more than that, she was angry, pissed. That was when I figured out that she really didn't want to be here. She didn't want for Aiden to be here. Only thing that I couldn't figure out right now was why, but figuring out it now wasn't important right now.

I turned my head and saw Aiden shook his head slowly.
"No. It became worse, in fact. In the beginning I could control it, somewhat. But now, now I can't control it, not at all," he didn't even try to hide his emotions anymore.
"How many have you killed?" Oliver spoke for the first time to the boy. Aiden slowly looked at him and for a brief moment there was anger in his expression, but it was gone as fast as it had come.
"Too many," he said. "Enough for FBI to have me on their most wanted list."

I inhaled sharply and kept my eyes fixed on Aiden. I knew I appeared calm to everyone in the room, in the end I didn't make it where I was now by showing my emotions. I was battling against anger that was building up inside of me. I felt Oliver's eyes on me. He knew what was going on behind my calm appearance. I didn't look at him, I kept my eyes on Aiden. I could see the fear growing inside of him with every passing second I kept quiet. After I few more seconds I finally got my anger under the control and turned my head towards Charlotte, who has been staring at me this whole time. There was something strange in the way she was staring at me, but I couldn't figure out why and to be honest it wasn't important right now.

Aiden's Pov

I kept my eyes on Amelie, praying that Charlotte wouldn't speak and make the situation even worse. The woman in front of me hadn't reacted to my last sentence in any way yet and that made me feel uneasy. She had just kept quiet and stared at me. On some level I could sense that she was trying to figure out how to react, but there was no way for me to know how she would in the end react and with every passing second my fear for the worst grew stronger. Only after what felt like an eternity she finally turned her head towards Charlotte, which for me was a sign that she had made up her mind about this matter.

"I do not have any answers", Amelie said in cold voice that made my insides go frozen. "But I am willing to offer my help to find them. That is if I get satisfying answers to XX questions."
"Why are you saying that to me?" I could hear annoyance in Charlotte's voice and at this point I am not sure what I feared more, Amelie's rage or Charlotte screwing everything up. "Shouldn't you…"
"Because you have been taking care of this boy for his whole life", Amelie interrupted Charlotte without any hesitations. "And my first question is for you."
"And what is it?" there was a smirk on Charlotte's face.
"Why you kept Aiden from asking help?" Amelie's question was simple and one I expected her to ask. And it also erased the smirk from Charlotte's face.

I owed Charlotte a lot as she had been taking care of me since I was born. She had saved me so many times that I have stopped counting long time ago. But right now I wanted her to behave and answer Amelie's question, or questions, honestly. Part of me was afraid that she wouldn't as the reason and the motives behind Charlotte's actions were purely selfish. My whole life and my survival had been depending on her all my life and now there was someone else who could possibly help me when she couldn't. And that didn't sit well with Charlotte. And there was the fact that she had developed obsession. She was obsessed with me. And that was one of the reasons why I finally contacted Oliver on my own three days ago.

"Your failure to answer my questions gives me the answer I need", Amelie's cold voice snapped me from my thoughts just in time to notice her turning her eyes to me. "My next question is for you, Aiden."
"Okay", I inhaled slowly and closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm my nerves.
"Does the FBI have anything that connects these murders to you?" her voice wasn't as cold when she talked to me. That kind of calmed me a little.
"I don't think so", I answered honestly. "At least from what I have been able to find out they don't have anything, no DNA or no witnesses or anything else."
"That's good", she nodded and then turned her head towards Oliver.

For a few seconds those two just stared at each other. I was finally able to calm myself down a bit as it didn't look like Amelie was going to send me away. That was unless Charlotte, who was growing impatient with this all, wouldn't screw things for me. I gave her a warning stare and for a while we started at each other. Finally she leaned back in her chair and looked away annoyed. I sighed with relief as that meant that at least for now she wouldn't do or say anything stupid.

"My last question is also for you, Aiden", Amelie's voice turned my attention back to her. Somewhere in the middle of my staring competition with Charlotte, she had turned her attention back at me and now she seemed almost friendly. "Are you willing to leave everything behind and do as I said even if it won't sit well with your babysitter?"
"I'm not…" Charlotte opened her mouth but I rushed to interrupt her before she made any damage.
"Yes", answer to that question was simple and easy. I know it won't sit well with Charlotte and I'll hear all about it later, but right now, and in the future, I am willing to do everything to get help. "I will do everything I need to do to either get rid of this or get it under control."
"Good", she said, stood up and started to walk towards the door. "Oliver will take you to one of the Founder's houses that I had prepared for you. We will continue this conversation and go over things later without… without any interruptions."

And just like that Amelie was gone and I was left in the room with furious and mad Charlotte and Oliver, who followed Amelie's lead and started walking towards the door without saying anything, expecting us to follow him. And I did follow him without a word while Charlotte followed me with angry mumbling about how she hated this and how disrespectful Amelie had been.

A/N: Okay, so here it was. I must be honest with you guys... I had a bit of trouble finishing this up as most of this chaper was written... 2 years ago? And I didn't really feel like re-writing it from the start, at least right now. I just hope that it didn't come out as a crappy one because of 2 year gap between the beginning and the end of the chapter. But what's more important than that... Aiden makes his appearance! :3 Still kept him in the story :3 Well, there wouldn't be a story without him, at least not this one...

Anyway! I hope you liked it! I can't promise anything about the next chapter as I am in Germany doing my exchange and I have my classes and I have to spend time with other people and I need to learn the language and I need to party and have fun and travel and... Yeah, you get the picture. But I promise it won't take 2 years, haha. Maybe one :P Joking, joking... :3

Please, leave a review, suggestion, your opinion... Or anything so I will know that someone is still reading this, haha :D

- Asta B.