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Michael pov
The night was long. Each minute feeling like an hour. I watched the others sleep. Shane, Claire and Eve. Always glancing to Eve. I thought with every glance that she may disappear and leave me. Idiotic? Yes but really now there is nothing I care for more than the people in front of me. I watched the stars through the tinted glass, watching the weak sun rise over the horizon when the door clicked in its locked; opening to reveal the ripped and blood tinted frame of Amelie guarded by her two usual guards. I rise from my chair subconsciously watching my sleeping friends closely.
A slow, delicate smile appears on Amelie's face- that of maybe a mother looking down at her favourite child. "Michael the danger is not here, she is currently residing in my jail; locked upon guard and metal even a vampire will struggle to break unless they know the secret. You and your friends are safe to return home, leave now." With that she removed herself from her guard and sat herself calmly into her throne- looking at the pile of paperwork with an almost hidden grin.
I watch her. See the groove form between her brows, and her rub her head like she has a headache but again she has that weak smile.
"Michael you remember your childhood, was it as much of a prison as she says?" The question catches me off guard, I've never thought about my childhood in that way but looking into Amelie's eyes I see a fear, a fear I've only seen once before … in one pair of eyes. My Grandfather'; Sam's as I became a vampire.
So I begin not knowing what words will fall from my mouth. "Amelie it wasn't a prison but it wasn't a home; things have changed though now a child can go free… we used to see death daily. The smell still haunts us Amelie- that of burning flesh; some things never leave you but now I know why- I don't agree but I understand." It wasn't that I wanted these memories, it was more that I knew these memories were something I could forget- something I didn't want to forget though because it was part of what made me… well me. A vampire who knew what it was like to be a mere human in a town ran in the favour of vampires.
"So you believe it too be better?" A small incline of head gives me the utter attention of the founder; the deep breathing of my friends behind is louder than before like everything is magnified.
"Yes Amelie."
"Then Michael I give you four a job, keep the secret. Things are going fast. The Glass house is your home, go there. Bishop is coming… Myrnin is coming to you. Portals aren't safe. You will help him make us weapons… silver weapons. And Claire she's going to be a diamond on parade if it works." She takes a deep unneeded breathe. "It's time to battle."
Before I can question her, the door is once again opened. This time with two other guards; holding tightly to Louise. Her screams are not that of protest but fear, hollowing and echoing off every surface- vibrations in the air (and Claire says I don't listen!). They start to stir on the sofa opening their eyes suddenly looking for anything harmful but find only Louise… petrified.
"Good. Now you're all awake there is something we must do… John release her for a second." Upon being released Louise doesn't move, stays frozen to the spot watching Amelie with eyes almost worth my pity. "Who?" The word has the intensity of a whip with enough force to have the hair on our arms stand. A minute passes in silence. "One more time who?" Hissing each word, ready to attack she precedes forward- closer, closer.
"Master…Master Bishop! Please don't hurt me!" She whimpers like a child, but even I know it's no use.
Amelie turns predatory like to face her prey. "Thank you but I knew that; John please hold her still." With three gracious steps Amelie moves to face Louise. "Peter if you please?" Holding her hand out graciously, Peter returns seconds later with a sword as antique as Amelie, royal with jewels. Whimpering Louise tries to back away, only hitting the solid marble of John.
We all stop breathing. The couch behind me frozen.
Blood splattered Amelie advances. "We can't let my father have a pet!" She spits in anger.
Though it's unheard with the screams as the sword come down… and something hits the ground with a dull thud and splatter.