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**Amelie**
"Oliver is here to see you ma'm" I hear buzz through the speaker, sitting on my desk.
"Then let him in." I reply my voice cool and distant, although I'm puzzled and somewhat interested as to why Oliver was deciding to pay a visit.
The door clicks open and there stands Oliver, tall and imposing, and though he is still in his ridiculous human disguise of a hippie, you cannot ignore the power emanating from him. I gesture with a pale hand for him to sit in the leather chair in front of my desk. He declines, choosing instead to remain standing, although he does stride forward to stand in front of me. I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what point he has decided to make today.
"Oliver," I say still sounding cool and commanding. "What business brings you here?"
"None in particular," He replies with a shrug. "Mostly you, actually."
"Me?" I reply, raising my eyebrows higher. "When have I ever been your business?" I think a moment, trying to figure out what he could possibly be talking about. A second later, I realize what he means and I turn cold. "That does not make me your business Oliver. That kiss was a mistake and we both know it. Now if that is all, I'm going to ask you to leave." I say standing up and walking over to open it.
He flashes over, vampire quick, and it takes me by surprise. He slams the door closed, and leans over me, trapping me against the door with his hands on either side of my head. And I allow him to do it.
"Really Amelie?" He says voice barely above a whisper. "Is that what you really think? You do not have to be an ice queen with me. You do not always have to be so strong."
"But I do," I say, managing to keep the tremble from my voice and the ice in. "If I ever let go, someone will overthrow me. If I show weakness, my world will fall apart. I have no one Oliver, no one can be trusted, especially not you."
"Maybe at one time that would be true," He says as his dark eyes meet mine, burning into me. "But I have no desire to overthrow you now Amelie. Things are changing and I would like us to rule as equals. We can take care of each other, protect each other."
"And how do I know you can be trusted? How do I know that if I do trust you, the second my back is turned you won't try to kill me and take the town?"
"You don't," He replies, leaning closer. I try to lean back, but there is nowhere to go and he is so so close. "You just have to have faith."
"Faith?" I say laughing bitterly. "I can never trust anyone Oliver, no matter how close they may appear to be. All anyone ever wants is more power and most would do anything to obtain it. I find it extremely hard to believe that this time is any different. I suggest you leave, now."
"No Amelie, I'm tired of leaving. I'm tired of always doing as you tell me. You cannot just shove away your problems, your fears like this. You have to face them." And with that, he kisses me. I rear back in surprise and attempt to shove him away, to turn away, anything. Because this can't be happening. The first time was quick, a peck on the lips in a dark corner before heading into battle. This was different, it was long and slow and sweet and after a minute, I kiss him back. I allow the ice to melt and I fall into his arms.
Minutes, hours, maybe even days later, Oliver pulls back. "Marry me Amelie, right now. I can be ready in an hour." I stare at him, eyes wide.
"Marry you?" I say unable to hold back a laugh. "Oliver that's insane, that would be moving far too quickly."
"Is it Amelie? I believe that we have been coming towards this for a while." I look back at him and realize he's right, my long time enemy, and occasional ally, had been becoming something more, we had just been waiting for the opportune moment to act on it. Now with the draug defeated, we could allow ourselves to have a relationship.
"Oliver are you sure…?" I ask trailing off. "An hour you say?" I say with a smile. "I hope I can be ready in time." He grins and it's a wonderful thing, it's so very rare to see Oliver give a true smile.
"Meet me in an hour then at the church. I'll be waiting." He gives me another light kiss on the lips before zipping out the door. I touch my lips and smile myself, I was getting married in an hour.
It was so very unlike me to be so spontaneous. Even with my dear Sam I had waited to have a relationship, and then I had pushed him away. That was my mistake, and one I would not make again. Sam had been sweet, gentle and kind, too much to survive in this town. Oliver was entirely different, he was strong, and harsh and commanding, he would be able to take care of me and I would take care of him, at least for a while. Vampire relationships and marriages could last anywhere from just days to centuries. The longest I had heard of was half a millennia. Most were out of necessity rather than love. Some parted friends, while others parted bitter enemies. There was no way to tell how ours would last and eventually end. But for now, I needed to get prepare. We wanted to keep this quiet for as long as possible so I would be getting myself ready.
"Have my car out front and ready in an hour," I order my assistant. "No guards."
"Yes, ma'm. "She replies and I can hear her confusion. But I do not care, because I was getting married.
**One Hour later**
I step out of my care in front of the church, so excited; I'm practically bouncing with anticipation like a child would. I manage to hold my composure and approach the doors. I have in a small, white, beaded, clutch purse Oliver's ring. It is a simple gold band, adorned with nothing, I know he would not like anything too elaborate, and also, there was no time for the ring maker to create anything more complex.
My dress is long, white, and flowing, with lace sleeves that reach my wrists and go off my shoulders, a square neckline, and small pearls embroidered onto it. There was a surprisingly large store of wedding gowns in the building. I do not wear a veil, though my hair is up in a complicated knot and a few strands of hair hang down that are curled and frame my face.
My hand trembles as I reach for the door, but someone opens it for me and I look up in surprise to see Myrnin. My longtime friend and ally, wonderful, insane Myrnin. I give him a questioning look and he smiles.
"Oliver told me, congratulations my dear. Although truthfully, I did not see this coming. You do need a witness. But are you really sure about this? Oliver is so…well Oliver."
I smile again at his ramblings. "Yes I am quite sure my friend. Thank you for being here."
"It is an honor." He replies with a deep bow. I walk in the door to see another surprise; Claire is standing there as well holding a bouquet of white roses which she hands to me. "Oliver called you as well?"
"No, Myrnin did, he said there was an emergency at the church and that I had to come alone. I still don't know why he had me come; I can leave if you want." She says looking nervous and out of place. I stare at her a minute thinking, if there was anyone I wished to be able to trust in this town, it was Claire, she was a valuable ally and if she was your friend, she would do anything for you. I knew she was not my friend, and that she most likely didn't trust me after my attempt to make her into a vampire, but she was most likely the closest thing I would get to one. I was glad she was there.
"No, both of you stay. Thank you for coming, but please keep this to yourselves. I do not wish for rumors to be going around."
"Of course." Myrnin says with a nod.
"I won't say anything." Claire says sincerely.
"Thank you." I say nodding. I turn towards the aisle and I see Father Joe with Oliver, waiting at the altar, smiling. There is no music, no "Here Comes the Bride," and no father to walk me down the aisle as he is fortunately quite dead. This is not first wedding, I had one as a human, at a much younger age than it is suitable to be married now, it didn't work out, mostly because I killed him.
As I begin to slowly walk flowers and ring in hand, I ponder things. Oliver, in appearance, is much older than me, old enough to be my father, but I was put onto this earth many years before him and had I been human when he was born, I would have been the age of his grandmother, maybe even his great. He was strong, and cold, and fierce and we would take care of each other. We may be together a decade or a dozen centuries, but that didn't matter now. I could afford to be myself with him and he accepted me as I excepted him. We were sure to have disagreements, disputes, but we would work them out. For the first time that I can remember, I was allowing myself to be happy.
I reach the alter and Oliver who is wearing a simple tuxedo with a red tie, a blaze of color amongst the monochrome colors of his suit, skin and hair which is pulled back in a strict ponytail.
"Are you two ready?" Father Joe asks, smiling.
"Yes." We say in unison.
"Then let us begin," He says with a nod before commencing the vows which are much different from those between two humans. "Oliver, do you promise to treat Amelie equal in all things?"
"Yes."
"And Amelie, do you promise to treat Oliver equal in all things?"
"Yes." I reply.
"Oliver, do you promise that you will share all things equally with Amelie in business, politics, finances, property, and in your relationship? What's yours is hers and what's hers is yours. "
"Yes."
"Amelie, do you promise that you will share all things equally with Amelie in business, politics, finances, property, and in your relationship?"
"Yes." I say letting a smile come to my lips.
"Oliver, do you promise to remain with Amelie and only Amelie until you both mutually decide to terminate this relationship?"
"Yes." He says smiling back at me. Surprisingly, I feel what I believe are called butterflies in my stomach.
"Amelie, do you promise to remain with Oliver and only Oliver until you both mutually decide to terminate this relationship?"
"Yes."
"Oliver, do you take Amelie as your wife?"
"I do."
"Amelie, do you take Oliver as your husband."
"I do."
"Do you have the rings?" Oliver pulls out mine, a gold band with a swirling, floral design etched on it, with one large diamond, flanked by three smaller ones on each side and he slides it on my finger. I pull out mine and slip it on his; they are both a perfect fit. I smile and look into his dark eyes and he looks in mine. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Oliver, you may kiss your bride." He concludes smiling.
He does and I don't think it's possible for anyone to be happier, then we are at that moment.
Sorry for the absolutely horrendous kissing scene! So what do you all think of Amelie and Oliver together? Let me know! *****Spoiler Alert for this story!***** So, lets say that Amelie and Oliver have kids, twins to be exact (don't ask how it will be explained later!) they will be three in the story, girl looks like Amelie, boy looks like Oliver. What should they be named?! Because I am drawing a complete blank! First and middle names please! Also, what is Oliver's last name? And what are the names of Eve and Michael's moms if they are even mentioned? ****End of Spoiler!******* So please review thank 'ya very much! :) :D :P B) :3 ;P O.o 3 ;) :/ :O :-)