A/N: ZeeZee22 had an excellent question. She asked that since Chelsea is not able to break the 'bond of true love' wouldn't it work in reverse and not allow Amie to fall in love with Alec because she hates him?
Here's my take on it. Chelsea is pretty damn powerful. Amie is a 'weak' human in comparison to vampires. I read somewhere that SMeyer says that vampires feel emotion more strongly than humans. So Chelsea is not able to break the bond of true love only when there is a vamp involved. Why? Because their emotions are stronger than ours. Edward was able to hold Chelsea off because he was deeply in love with Bella. Same for Leaser. Amie's emotions cannot hold a candle to vampires. Not to say that she doesn't despise Alec, it's just Chelsea's power is stronger than her.
Chapter 7
I didn't like these people. They prodded me with cold sticks and were always measuring me. I could understand what they said, but for some reason my own voice was lost to me. I would sometimes mimic the motion that their mouths went through, but all that came out was noise that could not be considered English. Or Italian for that matter. The nurses and doctors faces were impassive as they passed me around. Doing this and that checking my motor skills and other things. A man with long black hair and very brittle skin came in early and just held my hand. It felt a tad odd and awkward, but he didn't stay long. For that I was thankful. When people weren't poking at me they read to me. Right now they were just reading a dictionary. Telling me to absorb as may words as I could then I was to be tested on it. The girl who told me this had a false cheerful voice that sounded horrible to my sensitive ears. As she read through the D's I allowed my mind to wonder.
When I let this happen I always came back to Miss Amie, I was taught to call people Miss and Sir earlier that day. I didn't know her for every long, but I liked her. Her voice wasn't false or monotone. Everything she felt she displayed. I liked that word 'displayed'. I tried to say it but it didn't come out quite right. The girl noticed this and stopped reading, silently encouraging me to say the word. I gave up after a while. It was just useless and I figured that it would come when it wanted to. She looked disappointed when I didn't make another attempt and continued her readings. I tried to listen for a little longer, I knew this would be academically beneficial for me, but I could not make myself care. I thought about Miss Amie some more. She seemed to have know my mother and I found that interesting.
My mother was a mystery to me. The first and last time I saw her she was a broken doll. Perfect features, but lifeless. Her pretty eyes stared at nothing, not even me. I was a little upset at her for dying, for being so fragile. But I knew she like me, I vaguely remember her whispering to me through the thin skin that held us together when she was alive. The lady had finished the D's we were now moving onto E's. I moved from my mother onto my father. I haven't met him yet, but I was eager, new word the lady would be proud, to. I already understood that Amie did not like him. The way she yelled at the nurse and the strange look that passed over her face when she said that he could not be present. Contempt was the best word I could use. It's strange how all my thoughts circle back to Miss Amie.
So the girl read to me for another hour. We made it passed the E's and now were beginning the F's. I gave up any illusion that I was listening and defiantly let my eyes wander around the room. I didn't really like the room either. It was too dark with dark wood for walls and green carpeted floors. I didn't have a crib, which according to Mr. Webster, a newborn was suppose to have. I closed my eyes and focused on the humming in the floor. I could feel everyone moving around in the building, which was very large; only I barely saw any of it. The machines humming got in the way of the beat the human and vampires feet made. It was a little annoying, but I would live. I heard someone coming down the hallway then walking past my door and turning. For some reason my heart sped up even more every time I heard someone in the hallway. I keep thinking it was my father finally coming to see me.
"Adrien," the girl called me. My eyes opened and I could see that she was displeased. Her dark blue eyes were narrowed and her muscles were tense. I cocked my head to the side, my face expressionless.
"Adrien," she started again, "There is going to be someone who will be visiting you very soon and I want you to be courteous to her." I nodded my head, making a mental note to bite the person as soon as they walked in the door. I could extract a little bit of revenge and they didn't seem to like it when I bite someone. Something about venom. I smiled a little at the thought. Whenever I didn't like someone I just bit them and I never had to deal with them again. It really was a good system.
I went back to my thoughts and listening to the world outside of my door. I could hear the visitors' footsteps. One was small and quick the other a little heavier. One human, one vampire. As they got closer I could make out the humans heart, it was beating very quickly. I rolled my eyes, my experience, another new word, with the nurses and doctors left me with a bitter relationship with the humans. They were too slow for my liking and I didn't like how they always had to check three times to make sure something was right. I frowned, were they bringing in yet another doctor to poke at me? I already had four and I doubted that I needed much more.
"Thank you," the human said and I froze. It was Amie. I grew very excited and sat up straighter. Her familiar scent of cherries crept through the room as she took a careful step forward. I grew a little frustrated with her and made a little noise in the back of my throat to indicate that she should hurry up. She ignored me and walked around, looking at every machine in the room and squinting in the darkness. I tapped on the floor, my newly grown finger nails tap, tap tapping away When she finally did get to me she stopped short and stared in horror. I cocked my head to the side, a little concerned about her. Surely someone's mouth should not open that wide? She blinked exactly two before she grabbed the nearest doctor.
"Hey dude?" she asked, "I think I'm in the wrong room." The looked the doctor gave her said quite clearly that he thought so too. She either ignored his look or didn't notice it, I couldn't tell, "I'm looking for Adrien?"
"Right over there Miss," the Doctor grounded out pointing in my direction. I gave a little wave. She waved back but looked confused. Humans really were slow creatures.
"I mean the newborn," she cradled her arms to make her point clear.
"I'm aware," the doctor said coolly his brown eyes hardening, "That is the newborn. Adrien Adams." The man tried to pull away but Miss Amie held onto his shirt.
"Why does he look like he's four months old?" her voice was curious as she glanced over at me.
"Accelerated aging. He will be physically seventeen in approximately seven years," he replied curtly successfully pulled his sleeve out of her grip and moved on. She stood there for a few more second and muttered a couple words under her breath that I did not understand. I knew ass meant donkey but what was 'fucking'? I made a mental note to ask her later. I would have to figure out how to get the sound out of my mouth, this no talking thing was very frustrating. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice Amie approaching until she picked me up. My knee jerk reaction was to growl, I didn't like being held. The hands were always too cold for my liking. Her eyes widen the tiniest fraction before her mouth curled up into a funny expression. I braced myself, for what I did not know, all I did know was that she was displeased with my behavior. I was a little surprised that something so weak could make me cower, but Amie had some air about her that made me.
"Be nice," she told me as she sat down on my twin bed. We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments as she looked me over. For what reason I had no clue. Finally she talked.
"You grew," she remarked dryly. I smiled at her and she smiled back and for some reason it made the room a little brighter. Not much, but enough.
A/N: No there will be no Adrien/Amie paring. That's just….no. Adrien is a little more advanced because the Volturi is shoving knowledge down his throat. I'm sorry it took so long t was just Amie was remaining stubbornly silent for this chapter and I was just like 'Screw it Adrien gets a chapter!" THIS WILL NOT BE A REGULAR THING! I don't really like getting inside the head of a newborn that has the mental capabilities of a thirty year old. This is a hot off the presses chapter so please point out any mistakes and again I'm sorry for the late update. School is a horrible thing and should be considered as cruel and unusual punishment. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! :)
Reviews are my candy. And I might spoil you and give you another chapter tomorrow. Depends if Amie wants to speak up.
