Chapter 10:

New chapter for you all!

Apologies for you people who have already read this chapter - I made some edits and stuff, so I reposted it! This is the third time I have typed this message - my laptop is screwing up with the internet and stuff... so enjoy it (again)!

Oliver's POV:

I set the pen down on the table with a light 'thud' and observe the piece of paper filled in lines of itallic handwriting. As I wait for it to dry, I read it over, making sure that the memories I wish to seal in my mind are accurate, so that I don't remember things the wrong way.

I suppose you could call this my diary, but I don't. I simply see it as reassurance that my wonderful memories shall not be forgotten in time. Why would I want to forget these months, being able to be with the woman I love?

Amelie is the one I love. She is the only one I have ever loved. It took me a while to realise that she was the one for me, but when I did it hit me hard. The realisation that I did need someone threw me, and for a time I contemplated stealing her power so that I wouldn't have to feel this way anymore. However, that never worked... The feelings I had, have, for her overthrew any possibility of that happening.

Yet there is still the residual part of me that wants power; there is still the want to overthrow Amelie and take my rightful place as ruler. If she wasn't around, if it was only Myrnin, I would be ruling already... Only her power and control over me keeps this evil side of me in check. It knows that we wouldn't succeed if I tried to overthrow her; although it has had the opportunity. If the love I have for Amelie wasn't so strong, so pure, it would have been pushed aside so that when her drink was spiked, she would wake up under my control. She would belong to me, not the other way around. She wouldn't be my ruler, but my own assistant.

However, Amelie is too much in my thoughts, me too much under her spell. I cannot do anything to harm her... But...

... But I want to. I can feel it inside of me, something yearning to be able to finish her power, to let me be the leader. It terrifies me every time I think of it because I know that if I don't keep at least seventy percent focused, my evil side will win trumps down. I'm not as strong as I appear to be; I cannot fight and be this amazing person. That's why I appear so awful - it's a choice between nearly my complete humanity and conscience or my evil side taking over... Which would result in an entire loss of these two things. Some is better than none, I suppose.

I love Amelie... I only hope that she realises soon, before this deadline approaches. Already nearly six weeks have passed since I drugged her tea and I feel as if I am no further forwards in my quest; if anything, I feel as if I have reversed.

That's all I have... This 'entry' joins the ones I write every now and then; whenever the mood strikes me that I ought to write an entry do I write one.

I slide the sheet of paper into the book in which I hide these particular things; if Myrnin was to find them, he would ridiciule me for the rest of our lives. However, if Amelie found them... She would kill me. If she knew that there was even a little (and in all honesty there is more than that) of me that wished her to be under my control, I wouldn't be surviving more than another minute. And if she didn't kill me for that, there would be at least another two reasons: one, that I drugged her drink, and two, that I love her. She needs to discover this feeling on her own... Without my assistance, or the assistance of my memoirs.

I climb into bed as dawn hastens around the corner, smiling slightly as I think of Amelie. I can hear her moving around downstairs and, even if asleep, if she calls for me, I shall go. Why? I love her. I have to go.

Amelie's POV:

How peculiar! I could have sworn that I fully unpacked every box in this living room when I arrived. There are still three boxes in Oliver's room, which he has kindly allowed to stay for this duration of time, but every time I have entered this room, I haven't seen this box. How very odd!

I hear Oliver moving around the room upstairs and I feel something hitting my chest. It's this emotion! I feel it every day... It is driving me insane! I feel as if I am very close to figuring out what it is; at least, this is what I hope.

I reach the other side of the room, where the box is, and pick it up. It is rather full but not at all heavy for me - vampire strength has it's perks! I place the box down on the table and begin to open the top of it... Oh my. This isn't what I wanted to see.

As I pull out the portrait taking up most of the box, I recognise what is in the box. I didn't unpack it in the last place, or the fifteen before, for a reason.

As I look at the portrait I feel faint and fall to the floor, clutching the portrait. This isn't good, not at all. I can't bare to feel these feelings again. I locked them away years ago for a reason... Please, oh please, don't let them come out!

Ooohhh, cliffhanger! What did you think?

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Aussi, if you like Sam/Amelie, I started a new story called Looks of An Angel, which, although it is beginning with Sam and his lost wife, it is ulitmately going to be Sam/Amelie! Check it out!

Vicky xx