A/N: Hello! Tis me again did you miss me, i did try to update sooner but school is a terrible thing that needs to die and then i would have so much more time on my hands to write these wonderful things. anyhoo im juggling 9 fics all at once so you know bear with me. Right then...on with the fic!

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Disclaimer: Alas twas not to be

Chapter 4 - Discoveries

"Thierry, I know what we have to do to make Amelia the wildpower. It was one of the reasons that Hunter wanted me so badly. I was the key, or one of them at least."

"What are you talking about Izzy?" he asked leaning towards her across the desk eyes curious.

"She must become one with the dark, Hunter figured out what it meant. It meant taking the single surviving female heir of the dragons and the single surviving true male heir of the vampires and having them both change the wildpower to bring them into their powers." she paused "if she is to help us then she can no longer remain human. She must be changed by Delos and I."

"So she really is the wildpower then. And we can help her become what she needs to be?" he asked excited now.

"If she isn't then the stress of trying to become both will kill her."

"No" he whispered eyes wide.

"We have to be sure of who she is Thierry, for the sake of our souls."

X

It was he, she was certain. It was happening again, she was watching as the Nightworlders continued to kill her family in front of her very eyes trying to provoke a reaction out of her. And she had tired, by god she had tried. Her own arms had been ripped to shreds by her nails and blood flowed freely down her skin.

She knew what came next, knew the inevitable. Now they would bring in Chris, he had been there when they had captured her and so now he was forced to die because of something she couldn't do. Because she couldn't save him. But as his face became visible Amelia visibly stiffened. It was no longer Chris.

In this nightmare they had brought in James.

For some reason it hurt all the more to watch James being ripped to shreds calling out her name begging her to help him while she could do nothing, nothing but sob as her life was ripped away from her. It was strange she had only known the boy less than a day.

What had shocked her the most was at the end he whispered something that Chris never had.

"I love you"

X

When Amelia woke the next morning there was no gorgeous shifter sleeping by her bedside, and no matter how much she would deny it she could not help the fact that she had not been fully repulsed by his blatant flirting. Although this was probably a good thing because the disturbing images that she had witnessed in her latest nightmare were still all too fresh.

Sighing as she swung her legs over the side of the bed she got up and padded over towards the en suite. She was happy that they had gone and fetched her clothes and was no comfortable in her checky pj bottoms and an old Paramore top from a long ago attended concert.

She showered quickly, not staying to lounge in the feel of the hot water as much as her tired body wanted too. She had not experienced such luxury in so long a time. Getting out she dressed, unawares of the person that had entered behind her. At least not until she turned to put her hair up in the mirror and froze in anger, horror and humiliation.

X

James was having a particularly good morning, with nothing to do but wait for Amelia to awake. So with this in mind he returned to his room planning to go through the en suite and to her room to see if she was up yet; and if not then he would just have to…accidentally awaken her.

So when he quietly opened the door from his room to the bathroom he had not expected to see what he saw. Amelia stood in the bathroom, just pulling up a pleated skirt she had chose for the day. Her back was quite bare to him however as she was only half dressed but evidently had not realised that he was there. Her skin was smooth and without a blemish. Her hair was darkened by the water and was dripping on to her back. He watched openly, as a drop of water rolled down the curve of her spine.

Then much to his disappointment she pulled on a top and turned to face him. Her facial features went through such a rapid change of emotion that he was quite surprised that she didn't not faint but eventually they settled on shocked anger.

"H-how long have you been there!" she spluttered.

"Oh, long enough" he grinned wolfishly at her deliberately letting his eyes slide up and down her body. "I must say I preferred it the other way."

"You are despicable" she ground out.

"But you love me" he grinned cheekily before sighing at her continuing glower. "do not worry, I saw nothing." sighing once more he said rather upset "believe me, I didn't"

"What are you doing here"

"This is my bedroom too you know, and I came to get you, I am supposed to be showing you around now after all."

"Oh, yes. Of course." she seemed to have completely forgotten about their little outing for which he was not at all happy about. He had rather hoped that he had at least made a lasting impression on her. This one was certainly going to be a challenge.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes just a moment" and she finished twisting her wet hair into something before nodding at him and following her out of his room. Although he had the feeling he wished they'd just stayed in his room.

X

A couple of hours later after a thorough tour of the whole house Amelia had asked if she might return to the library. James had of course consented, how could he not, but it seemed that he was required to accompany her to the library. Then for the rest of the day.

How annoying, it was like being stalked.

But, she decided, he did have his uses, and being about a head taller than her certainly came in handy when she had decided that a bit of Jane Austen was exactly what she needed. However when she finally located a copy of Pride and Prejudice, it was on the very top shelf. Quite out of her reach.

James had graciously offered his assistance which she would have been a fool not to accept but when he was reaching for it he was standing so close behind her that she could feel the heat of him through her clothes and as he brought the book down his hand brushed hers. Their first skin on skin contact of her arrival. A spark of electricity shot down her arm and she stumbled backwards, into him.

She had heard enough of first encounters to know what this could possibly mean and so she had hurried away from him but he had not been so easily deterred from his mission.

During her frantic babbling about him joining the boys outside for a game of football perhaps she had cut her finger while flipping through the book. Pausing for a moment in her onslaught of words shocked into silence perhaps she had held up her finger and they had both just stared at it. Until she had felt foolish and tried to move it.

She was not quick enough, and his hand shot out and caught her wrist. Her eyes had found his and they had stared at each other. She had grown more and more alarmed as the world had taken on a red-ish hue and everything seemed to drop away.

There was only one thing this could be, but Amelia would deny it to her dying breath; and so she had snatched up her book and all but fled the library leaving James shocked and alone in her horror filled wake.