OK. Just finished Last Breath.
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Spoiler warning.
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OH MY FUCKING GOD AMELIE IS DEAD AND THE GLASS HOUSE IS DEAD AND CLAIRE ACTUALLY DIED AND ITS SO HORRIBLE BECAUSE MORGANVILLE IS SO FUCKING SCREWED! BISHOP WAS A WALK IN THE BLOODY PARK BECAUSE EVERYONE IS SO ROYALLY SCREWED BY THE DRAUG IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! MYRNIN IS GOING DIE, I JUST KNOW IT, BECAUSE LIFE IN MORGANVILLE IS TOTALLY FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW!
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Enjoy my Amelie/Oliver tribute.
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning
Oliver carried Amelie's lifeless body into the building, away from the humans, and he didn't stop. It seemed it was all he could do for her, this strange, fey creature that defied him with easy grace, tormented him with half closed eyes, loved him in that amusing fashion of her's, reasoned with him in his bloody rages. Loved him. She loved him. She really had, as much as one such as Amelie could have.
And all he could do for her was carry her limp body, giant black holes gouged into her neck from the Draug's venomous bite.
So he did.
You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
Later, he finally, finally, stopped when they reached a vampire safe room, with high tinted windows to block out the rising sun. There, he paused in his lone procession, and laid her out on the only piece of furniture in the room, a high desk belonging to someone who no doubt used to think they were important.
She was still as death.
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
Her eyes fluttered, trembled, opened. Shocking white that faded to pale blue, drenched in exhaustion.
"Oliver." Her voice was horse. It really should not have been possible, with the wide holes in her throat. Yet she did it. Oliver was not the least bit surprised. His eyes narrowed.
"Amelie." He whispered back, kneeling down to her level. His eyes locked into her's.
"Oliver." She coughed, eyes unfocused. "I'm so tired." She murmered.
I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down on the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing
He placed light fingers on the side of he face,trailing them down her cheek. Possibly the only gentile touch he'd ever given her, except for that kiss. . .
He shuddered at the memory. Maby it would have went somewhere. Maby they would have been at each other's throat's the very next day. Maby nothing at all would have changed. They would never know.
There is no cure for a master Draug's bite.
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
Her eyes started to close again. "So tired. . ." She whispered. Her eyes fluttered open. "Be fair, Oliver." She said. She had no illusions. For her, this would be it. She was dieing. And only Oliver was left to rule. Crazy, violent, Oliver.
He found strength enough to smile. "You should know me better by now, Amelie."
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand
She sighed, closing her eyes. "We were so close." A whisper. "We were so close to peace. Not real peace, but as close as our kind has ever managed."
"Amelie-" Oliver began, strained. Then his just gave a great exhale, unusual for him, and rested his head next to her's. "Yes." He said. "Yes, we did more here in a hundred years than we've ever done anywhere, through history."
He thought he saw her smile a bit, just then.
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet, untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying
He waited with her in her last moments, and he didn't leave her side when he felt her faint presence slip away. Even before they coperated, before they loved, she had been his strength. When he was about to fail, he looked at her, and dragged out his last ounces of fury, and said to himself, "God damn it! If she can do it, I can do it better." And he won.
But not this time.
This time she couldn't do it. What hope did he have?
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, oh my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
"None." He realized. "I have no hope at all."
Oliver looked at Amelie's cold, frozen body.
"But I do have revenge." He smiled. "I will always have that."
He stood up and looked out the window, a fire in his eyes, until the sun fell and the moon rose, and the night was his once again. He was possibly the strongest vampire on earth, and it felt good, and knew his enemy's should be afraid, and if they weren't, they were going to be.
His smile grew, and his eyes flashed red.
It was time to hunt the hunters.
Okay, so Last Breath doesn't actually show Amelie dieing, it just kind of leaves off with Oliver carting her away, unconscious, after getting an incurable bite from a Draug, and Myrnin basically saying she was going to die, and Shane and Claire talking as if she was already dead.
Which of course means that in the next book, it will start off with Amelie on the edge of death, and someone pulles a merical out of their ass and saves her from something your not sapot to be saved from, but whatever. It happens in books.
Like with Claire when she dies. I mean, ok, i'll buy the house saves her, but really? Myrnin just happened to know exactly what will bring her back, and not only does it actully work without something going horrably wrong, but she doesn't have to become a vamp either? Not only very unlikely, but also very unfair to Michele. At the very least, she souldn't have had the choice to be human.
Just my opinion.
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