Amelie's Point of view
Oliver kissed him I gasped and stiffened. Then I slowly relaxed and reciprocated. It wasn't very long, just enough to let Oliver's hands undo my bra and lay my on my back and continue the session. I take off his top and he takes off my trousers. Soon there we have no clothing on. (Use your imagination people. I is no going into detail :D)
Oliver is kissing my neck when I hear something. I stiffen and sit up, Oliver trying to push me down. I stay where I am, but no-one comes. I hear the door click and nothing else. Then I lie down again. I'm always tense when a person such as Oliver is getting intimate near my neck. He could always bite, get ferocious and attack. My hand absently strokes his slightly heated skin. I really haven't gotten over Samuel; my heart still aches when I think of him. Oliver is just a pawn. I will reject and dis like him after I have gotten over my mourning.
"You know someone could walk in here and see me in such a ... submissive position. And you know that won't be good. I won't like you, if that happens." I say to him, softly near his ear. He sits up, a bit and strokes my hair. I kind of dislike this, but anything to trick him into thinking I am completely in love with him. Which I'm not, that I'm certain.
"No-one's going to come up here. Your guards are downstairs. Shh, relax. You'll love this" he whispered. I won't enjoy it or even love it. I'm just playing along.
"Go on then" I said. He smiles, first time in 1 thousand years, when I had rejected him, after his attempt at ending my life. Now I'm just doing this so he won't become like Sam. No-one can become like Sam, especially someone who had tried to kill me. It might have been centuries ago but it's still fresh in my mind.
Oliver kisses me on my lips and runs his hands over my body. I really dislike this but I do a very job at masking my disgust. After a few minutes of that I could take it no longer. I shifted and pushed Oliver off me. He kept a hold of my arm, so I growled softly and he let go. Using a duvet to cover my body I retrieve my clothes, put them on and walk out.
Downstairs, my guards are waiting. I walk to my car and sit in the backseat. My body guard closes the door and gets in. After wiping all possible traces of Oliver and masking his scent with my perfume I realize how thirsty I am. Making out, is thirsty work. No wonder I never had a go at it.
"Pass me a drink, please" I tell my guard. He obey's and fetches me a blood bag. I bite into it and drain it within seconds. I'm satisfied and I sit the ride in silence.
Back at home I have a shower and wash my mouth out. Ugh. I make a mental reminder never to get intimate with Oliver again. I feel really sick. I go to the toilet and throw up, which is highly un-ladylike. I wipe my mouth and go downstairs. I get a surprise when I see Claire in a sorry state.
"Claire, what are you doing here?" I ask and look round to make sure everything is how I left and Myrnin hasn't been in here.
"Myrnin threw acid on me and it burned my skin, then he dissapeared and when he came back he injected me with this blue liquid then he said he needed my head so I ran away." she said. I trust Myrnin would do that.
"What does the liquid do?" I ask, a bit curious. She shrugged then started scratching her arm which is already very red. I step forward and take her hand to prevent more damage.
"It itches and kinda stings." she sniffs and I see a tear fall down her face. I pity her. Being used as a guinea pig and have to suffer the consequences. Claire stands up and almost falls. I catch her. Claire has a lot of difficulty standing.
"You you alright?" I ask, concerned. She shakes her head and more tears fall down her face. I smell burning and see a bruise coloured mark coming to her skin. I think that the mouse wasn't decapitated by Myrnin. The liquid burns through the neck and the bone and the head falls off. Not very nice. I hear a tiny whimper and Claire's red hand goes to her neck. I feel her temperature. It's very hot.
"We're going back to Myrnin's and if he doesn't reverse it, then he won't like his punishment." I say, coldly. Then I call my guards.
"Take this young girl and put her in my car. Then drive me to Myrnin's please" I instruct. One of the guards nod, and takes the frightened little girl and the other one gets the car ready. When they're gone I pick up my phone and dial Myrnin. He better have an explanation for this.
"Ah hello my dear. How are you this lovely day?" he asks, pleasantly.
"You better get ready for your punishment. I'm coming over with Claire, who you've reduced to tears and can't stand up. If you don't reverse whatever you've done, your life will not be worth living" I say, not so pleasantly. Then I hang up and go out to my car.
When I got there the guards carried a now sleepy Claire down the steps. When I get to the bottom Myrnin is nowhere to be seen. Coward, I thought. I smell burning and look at Claire. She's sleeping but her necks alright. I walk over to the source of the smell and see its the liquid the child described. It smelt revolting. Then I saw the mouse. A once cute black and white mouse now with it's head burned off. I grab gloves and pick up the mouse remains.
A closer look I see the tell tale signs of a internal burning. I squeeze the mouse's veins and blood and blue thick liquid comes out. I put the mouse in a bag and tie it off. The smell is getting over-whelming. I look over at Claire and feel a wave of sadness. If Myrnin is so cold hearted to leave her like this she'll end up like the mouse. Anger simmering up, I call him.
"Myrnin! Get here right now or I will send my guards to find you. And that won't be pleasant at all." I say, loud enough for him to hear. A louder whimper comes from Claire as she wakes up and places a hand against her neck. The bruise has become slightly darker and a tiny trickle of blood runs out of the broken skin.
"Stem the bleeding, please" I instruct the guards. The guard not carrying Claire, grabs a towel and holds it against Claire wound which has worsened.
"You have 10 seconds to show yourself" I call to him. 5 seconds later, the man appears behind a bookcase. Myrnin looks evidently surprised at the result of his experiment.
"You will do something or God help you" I said, growling. My anger transfers into the guards which tense and growl as well. One shows fangs and his eyes go red. He always got angry very fast. Claire tries to move and pales. I get her off my guard and sit her down in a brown leather chair. She wipes her eyes but tears keep coming. I hold the towel to her wound, which has since worsened a lot.
Myrnin holds up his hands in a surrender position.
"Alright, don't worry I'll get something" and he dissapears.