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*mid-November 2013*
The girl bent, escaping a reaching arm and turned rapidly on herself, removing two walkers' heads at the same time.
Someone whistled loudly, as if impressed: '' great fucking work…and goddamn sexy.'' Negan said, whispering the last part.
However, Amelie heard it; she glared at him and stabbed the skull of the zombie coming on her right, all the while making direct eye contact with the man.
This, was an effective way of communicating, sending a very clear message.
'' Oh alright… be like that.'' He muttered, trotting away.
She ran after him and they killed more biters together. No matter how she disdained to admit it, they were a good fighting team. The girl was fast and agile while the man possessed a great strength; he could easily push a few walkers away at the same time in only one mighty swing of Lucille while she had to rapidly kill them one after the other.
They were now in an installation of farming warehouses near a small town. They were only 7 on this run, but the group had been able to go through the buildings and kill the undead. They had found interesting items; there was gas, two guns left there, a generator and multiple pieces of machinery.
However, it wasn't the reason she had insisted on coming; if there were farming material here, there were grains somewhere. No matter how Negan was feeling about it, the Sanctuary would fare better if they had some wheat or oat reserve. They could make bread and other stuff…the only bread they had now, was coming from Hilltop. They could even make beer; it was her main argument to bring back some wheat, oat or barley.
Once the undead were all taken care of, the girl began to inspect every corner of the place. Amelie heard Negan approaching her, but she ignored him.
''What the fuck are you looking for?'' He sighed not far from her.
'' We're on agricultural lands; there must have some seeds left somewhere.''
He rolled his eyes; the man never liked the idea of ''gardening'' as he put it.
'' Hilltop-''
She abruptly turned to him: '' –Might not always provide for you. I already told you; you're making yourself dependent.'' She cut him off.
The man walked to her and grabbed her chin: '' Not for me; for 'us'…and yes, they always will.''
'' You don't know that… If I found barley or some other grains, you could even make beer.''
His eyes lightened up: '' Never thought of that before.''
'' The women could make bread or rations crackers; it could be stowed for the winters. People wouldn't have to worry about going hungry... And of course, beer.'' She explained, trying to read anything on interest on an old map of the storehouses around.
Negan's free hand slid around the back of her neck and he gently squeezed: '' You're goddamn brilliant sometimes.''
'' No.'' She grumbled.
He cocked a brow: '' No?''
''Not sometimes; all the time.'' She said, still fully focusing on the map stapled to the wall.
The Savior burst out laughing and drew her into his side, taking her away of the map:
'' Fucking hilarious; how could I even make everything work before, without you?''
The girl glared at him again: '' You were doing just fine.''
He narrowed his eyes at her and filliped her ear, like he had the habit to do when he was displeased with her words. They were nearing the trucks where the others were, so she removed herself from the leader's grasp and walked by herself to the cars to give a hand to the men there. She knew they knew, but the girl didn't want them to see. This whole, messed up situation was hard on her and she realized it more every day. Amelie noticed she was less patient, more aggressive…The young woman felt like she would crack soon…slowly, the girl felt herself waver in her morals… What was right …what was wrong… How could she expect to remain strong when the people surrounding her encouraged killing, stealing and abusing?!
Xxxxxx
The girl hated it when he took his sweet time, moving languorously above her and kissing her neck. After the first few times, a couple of adjustments and a lot of swallowed pride, the young woman was able to enjoy herself…well, physically at least.
She also had been more than relieved to see the man was always wearing condoms. Firstly, she didn't want to be pregnant, even less pregnant with his baby, Secondly, he had three other wives…and one of them was sleeping with another guy…and who knows who else this other guy was sleeping with?! What a way to spread disgusting diseases around and between themselves.
The girl angled her hips differently so she could find her pleasure more quickly; usually, the act itself was enough to finish him too. He thrusted powerfully a few more times and they both came; the man rolled off of her after a few seconds and pulled her over him.
For a moment, she let herself rest, crossing her arms under her chin on his large chest, taking back her breath.
With a smug air, he bent an arm behind his head and the other circled her waist. When the young woman tried to move away, he tightened his arm around her.
'' Someone's in a fucking hurry. ''
The girl did not respond, but rapidly rolled off of him and nimbly landed on her feet on the other side of the bed. The Savior grumbled, but otherwise, did not move.
She found her underwear and put them on, once it was done, she glanced at Negan from the corner of her eyes: the man was staring at her.
'' Come back here.''
By his tone, this one was a true, serious order. Averting her eyes, she complied and moved closer.
'' No goddamn, sad as fuck, beaten dog's eyes…Sit with me for a while. ''
Reluctantly, she climbed in the bed; he drew her under his arm, like he often did when he desired to relax in the living room.
He caressed her jaw with the hand attached to the arm around her neck: '' It's been two fucking months… ''
The girl looked away: '' I've done what you asked of me.'' She growled in a defensive manner.
Negan closed his eyes with a sigh: '' it's been two fucking months and you don't seem more settled. It's like someone's pissing in your damn cereals every fucking morning.''
Yes; he was the one pissing in her cereals. Yes, she was aware she was not being herself.
'' You broke one of my men's nose the other day-''
'' -He deserved it.'' She mumbled flatly.
He patted her head: '' I'm sure he did, but that's not the fucking point here… You wouldn't have done that some time ago. You don't speak to Amber anymore.''
Amelie remained silent. No…she's kind of been avoiding her a bit… the situation was too weird and messed up. It put her ill-at-ease.
'' Amber really likes you; it fucking hurts her.'' He firmly pointed out.
He was an intelligent man; why was he trying to get answers he already knew? He probably saw that this whole thing was downright crazy.
'' I know the situation is not fucking usual, but you two were friends.''
'' I'm still her friend…''the girl muttered.
The leader jerked a bit to the side to have a better look at her: '' Yeah? Why the fuck are you avoiding her then?''
'' I'm not-''
'' You're not my ass! She told me she hadn't spoken a goddamn word to you in a month and a half! Tell me how the fuck do you fucking manage to not at least bump into her when you two are living in the same fucking place?!'' He questioned.
Amelie had gone to great lengths to make sure Amber could not get a hold of her or wouldn't cross her path by accident. Negan didn't need to know that.
She shrugged: '' It happens, I guess.'' She said lightly.
She received a fillip on the ear; the young woman glared at him and rubbed the sensitive appendage.
'' Don't lie. If she wasn't able to get a fucking hold of you, it was because you damn well didn't want her to!''
The young woman looked away and stayed quiet. The Saviors' leader sighed and removed his arm from her: '' You can go, now… And things between you and Amber are better be fucking solved and fucking soon!''
She nodded and hopped down from the bed and dressed before going.
Xxxxxx
*two days later*
Amelie walked to the table where Amber was sitting and took the seat beside her, startling the woman: '' Bonjour, Amber.''
She turned to her with wide eyes: '' 'bon…jour, Amber', that's what you say after almost two months without talking to me!?''
The younger woman shrugged and Amber stared at her before hugging her tightly. The girl patted her back awkwardly. The older woman did not release her: ''I know this whole thing is fucked up, Amelie…but you didn't need to act like this! ''
'' I just…didn't know what to do…'' She murmured.
Amber grabbed her shoulders and held her at arm length, smiling broadly: '' I will tell you.''
Xxxxxx
*First week of January 2014*
'' Amelie…I'm cold. J'ai vraiment froid.'' Theo mumbled as he shivered.
For an inexplicable reason, it had been really cold since the last week of December, even that far south. It was not the first night he was complaining about the temperature…and her own body heat could not seem to warm him; she wasn't warm herself.
She pulled him tighter again her body: '' J'ai froid aussi, Theo.''
They both have been deprived of good nights of sleep these last days… The little boy was still trembling in her arms and Amelie sighed; it was enough.
She rose:'' Amelie…what are you doing?''
'' We're sleeping in a warm place tonight. Take your things, a pillow and a blanket.'' The girl ordered.
The kid did and waited for her at the stairs and she soon joined him. They walked in the light layer of snow outside; it crunched under their feet, a clear sign of how cold it was.
''Where are we going?''
'' To Negan's house.'' She grumbled.
He looked up at her: '' You think he will let us sleep there?'' He asked innocently.
''Yeah.''
'' I thought you didn't like him…''
'' I don't, but you need to warm yourself up.''
'' Okay.''
They walked in silence for the rest of the way; there was no sentry guarding the leader's front door tonight. The night was probably too frigid.
She sighed resolutely and banged her fist on the door. Amelie knew Negan was not sleeping; it wasn't midnight yet. He was most likely in his office or with one of his wives… A moment later, they heard footsteps and the door opened: the man looked at them with impartial eyes, staring directly at her. The young woman glanced away and the Savior moved aside, holding the door for them.
He closed it behind the pair: '' You can install him in the living room; there are still embers in the fireplace…The kiddo will stay warm.''
Amelie nodded and went there; it was indeed, agreeable in the room. She placed the boy's pillow on the sofa and patted it, indicating him her should sleep there. Theo climbed on the couch and she put his blanket over him: '' You'll be fine there…It's warm see? ''
He glanced at Negan who was silently observing them: '' tu ne dors pas ici, avec moi?'' he asked in French.
Clever kid; he had noticed she often used this language to speak with him when others were present.
'' Non… je vais dormir en haut…je ne serai pas loin.''
'' Pourquoi-''
''-Ne poses pas de question. Dors maintenant.'' She said more firmly, cutting him off.
The kid pouted; she kissed his forehead and rose, going to Negan. As soon as they were out and farther away from the room, he spoke: '' You really fucking love that goddamn kid…''
'' I do.''
Xxxxxx
*February 2014*
That day, they invaded the little place they had discovered some times ago; there weren't more than 10 men in that encampment…And what they did here was disgusting: by the look of it, they were kidnapping women and girls around. Keeping them for their enjoyment. They all knelt before the Saviors and Negan was giving his usual speech. He already had bashed a man's head; they were now terrified. Amelie wasn't standing far from him, watching quietly.
The 7 women who had been trapped here were now standing behind the Saviors, sobbing among themselves.
The young woman was watching with indifferent eyes the men, feeling no pity for them this time. Suddenly, her grey eyes hardened as they fixed themselves on a man; he was wearing a short, red scarf around his neck and a braided, leather bracelet around one of his wrists.
The red scarf could have passed, but not that bracelet; she had made it herself. She took a step toward the man. Negan noticed most of the guys were now staring at her; he turned his head and saw her expression: '' Amelie?'' he frowned.
She didn't answer him and kept advancing to the kneeling man: '' It is a really pretty scarf you have there…and this is a pretty bracelet too…I wonder where you got them…'' She drawled darkly, her eyes never leaving the stranger's.
The girl had thought they were all dead…that she had killed them all…Apparently, there was one more left. The man's eyes were going wide in understanding and his mouth was slightly opened. Amelie knew there was a spark on insanity in her eyes and it showed she was about to kill, because what appeared to be this group's leader threw himself at her…probably to protect his man. In one rapid movement, his head was pierced; her eyes had not even left her future's victim. She felt no remorse, no mercy…only the rage madness that was slowly creeping inside, now.
The young woman whispered one word: ''Run.''
And he did, quickly stumbling on his feet.
The Canadian sheathed her dagger and mentally counted to ten under the stares of the men surrounding her. Then, she departed like an arrow after the guy.
The Saviors' leader watched her go with astonished eyes and turned his attention back to the kneeling men: '' well… that was my fucking girlfriend…and I'm sorry to tell you this, but this dumb fuck won't make it. So, I fucking hope he wasn't one of your good buddies.''
Xxxxxx
Amelie came back to the group, slowly dragging her feet and staring ahead with empty eyes. She held in her left hand her father's scarf and bracelet…covered in blood. The girl didn't mind; she was bloody as well: the red liquid was dripping from the hair in her face, from her chin, her hands…
Once she was closer, the young woman noticed the Saviors were staring at her. Amelie turned her head to them: '' It's rude to stare…'' She said flatly.
Quickly, they all looked away or averted their eyes. She stopped and fully faced her fellows: ''You see…that man had dared hurt my family…anyone who touches what I consider to be my family will suffer the same fate.''
That warning should assure Theo will be left in peace for a long time to come.
Amelie then kept walking toward the trucks; she passed in front of Negan who was grinning. The girl ignored him and installed herself in the back of a van. She sat with her elbows on her knees and stared at her father's belongings.
Their Leader soon finished his business and joined her, sitting on the bench beside her. He swung an arm around her shoulders and nuzzled the side of her head, uncaring about the blood: '' It was so fucking awesome… So damn terrifying and sexy at the same time…''
She moved her head away from his and tightened her grip on the scarf. The man sighed and petted her dirty hair backward: ''You got that shitty fuck; that's what matters…And I think you made a couple of our men pissed themselves.''
One corner of her lips slightly rose.
Translation :
J'ai vraiment froid.= I'm really cold.
J'ai froid aussi. = I'm cold too.
tu ne dors pas ici, avec moi? = You're not sleeping here, with me?
Non… je vais dormir en haut…je ne serai pas loin. = no…I will sleep upstairs…I won't be far.
Pourquoi- = Why?
Ne poses pas de question. Dors maintenant. = Don't ask questions. Sleep now.