Chapter 11:
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Oliver's POV:
She continues to keep the child away from me. Truth be told, I haven't much interest in her in a familirial way, no, it is simply a device to be able to get some leverage over Amelie. It still seems impossible to me that I fathered a child, much less that Amelie had one… that was the one thing she despised about being a vampire, being unable to have a child, but evidently she managed to find a way around that one as well.
So what to do about this girl? She is evidently of my blood, for I know that she had only been with me at that time and she admitted it. I shouldn't have been so stupid as to forget about the events of the Elders and what the eldest female has: the power of procreation. The only thing I can think of to explain my actions is love – in the past, I did love her… but the thirst for power, the lust for control, it overwhelmed me. Love was something which would only hold me back; hinder me, so I chose to try and kill her rather than to be with her…
That was a mistake. It only ended with my near death and the banishment that was supposed to be permanent – but I returned here. Evidently my arrival interrupted her celebrations of a lust for someone who she had long pushed away and she decided that I was a suitable 'replacement' or such for the night… she got carried away and she evidently regretted it…
I, on the other hand, remembered then why I loved her. I remembered why I was such a fool to have tried to kill her when we could have been happy for centuries. This child could have been born into a family which was always together – for she will have had the ability to bear the baby then also. I destroyed my chances of love and happiness when I tried, and failed, for power.
But she used me and she destroyed the love I had for her. I know only the lust for revenge and to replace her, to get everything she loves and to destroy it, remains. In want this child to hurt her, so that she knows that the one thing she wanted in her life is not able to be hers. No… she will lose everything: this girl, the town, Samuel Glass – everyone and everything she has an iota of feeling for, she will lose…
However, there is a large part of me that, for some unfathomable reason, wants to know this child just to know her. Part of me wants to know just who she is like and how she will have developed through her sixteen years of life… wait… aren't college goers usually eighteen?
That means that she is sixteen and here early… and I can only think of one student whose name I have heard mentioned in regards to advanced placement here… this has narrowed the playing field down to one name, one child… my child.
Claire Danvers.
Oho, Amelie, you have failed, once again, to quash me… watch as I take the one thing you truly love with all your heart from you… watch as you lose her, the child you craved for so long and have barely had… watch…
Amelie's POV:
Something tells me, some unexplainable sense I have in the pit of my stomach, that Oliver knows the identity of the child we share. He knows that Claire is our daughter… oh, why did I have to tell him that she attends TPU? Surely even he will have figured out that our child is sixteen years of age and that she goes to TPU – there hasn't ever been a student that good who has came here before, so she is unique. He will have heard names and rumours and other titbit pieces of gossip…
He knows who she is.
I ought to phone him, to order him here, to do something, anything, to stop him going after her. I know he will hurt her to hurt me and I cannot cope with that. There is the one person in the world that ought never to be hurt to hurt you and that is your child… but the way that the other parent is trying to use her to hurt me – that is truly despicable.
The phone rings on my table and I start slightly, unable to believe that something as mundane as a telephone call could still be going on when my daughter's identity has been found out by her psychotic father.
"Hello?" I answer the phone in a questioning tone, unable to be my usual collected self in such a time of stress.
"Amelie, it's me," Sam says on the phone hesitantly, evidently expecting me to hang up. But I can't – his voice is the one thing that has caused even a spike in the hours since Oliver found out so much more information about my Claire.
"Sam, whatever is the problem?" I ask him softly, unable to be sharp with him. I feel as if I'm going to collapse, holding this entire secret inside of me and I wonder… I wonder whether or not I should tell him the truth and make the compulsion I put over him all those years ago disappear so that he would never think that we had a child together. I couldn't have him thinking that Claire is his when she truly has no chance of being…
"You told me to tell you if Claire ever moved into the Glass House," he says and the name of my daughter sparks my interest in the entire conversation. "And she has. Michael phoned me to tell me about fifteen minutes ago because he thought since I made sure he would guarantee to give her board if she ever wanted to go there I would want to know she actually used it," he explains, albeit slightly confusingly.
A tear escapes down my face and I laugh slightly at the almost brilliance of this plan: she is safe! Oliver cannot get to her in a house full of humans! This is utterly marvellous! That is, unless manages to get herself caught up in the search for the book… which I have no doubt that she will do.
"Sam, you have no idea how happy you have made me," I say slowly, but the laughing ends up turning into a sob as I realise how bad this situation is at the same time. She may be safe but she is closer to Oliver in Morganville… and he knows who she is now. "Oh… what do I do?" I question, forgetting for a moment that I am on the phone.
"You are so confused, Amelie, and that scares me," Sam confesses on the phone and I realise that I just can't do this anymore. I can't keep quiet about Claire's existence any longer: I need someone to confess to… and there is only one person who I can do that to… they are on the phone right now.
"You have to believe me, Sam, it scares me as well," I sigh, wiping my eyes furiously as I prepare myself to invite him over. "Sam… I have something I really ought to tell you… you just have to promise me that you will not overreact or be disappointed or anything. Please," I rashly decide that I must do this, that he must know now otherwise I will lose my nerve and never tell him.
"If it is anything to do with murdering someone, I didn't do it," he jokes, his usual humour lightening my mood, if only slightly.
"You didn't murder anyone Sam… no… that would be me, though it is rather tenuous a link that," I sigh, rambling for no particular reason. "No, it isn't anything to do with you, whatsoever, Sam; I just need to tell someone. Please come here," I whisper the last part before hanging up the phone and placing my head in my hands. I truly do not know how to process everything… and I don't think I ever will.
The portal opens and my flame haired beauty steps through, angst and fear marking his every step in his stride towards me. The familiar sight of his beautiful appearance calms me once again, slightly, and steadies me on my feet as I turn to stand and look at him.
"What is it, Amelie?" he says softly, moving across the room and kneeling before me. He is so innocent and pure and I am… not. I am the daughter of the devil reincarnated in my father and this is the first time I have truly seen it shine through. For, you see, I have no need to tell Sam. But I am choosing to, even though I know it will destroy him. I am choosing to hurt him beyond belief simply so that I have someone to talk to and discuss my daughter with, if he will do… it's a coping mechanism to try and deal with the mounting pressure all of this is causing in me.
"You will hate me forever and I will not stop you," I whisper, unable to look him in the eyes as I sit down in my chair heavily. He takes my hand and begins to play with my fingers, granting me the small fortune of being able to smile for a second before the severity of the situation rises to the forefront of my mind. "I… many years ago now, almost seventeen to be exact, I did something stupid, reckless, idiotic," I begin, skirting the issue slightly as I fear to confess this. It will be the first time I have told anyone what I have done ever. And I don't think I can do it.
"What did you do?" he asks me gently, evidently having no idea what this could be about. "Whatever it is, Amelie, I'm sure that it can't be that bad… even if the Feds are involved or anything… we can get away," he gets the wrong end of the stick entirely, and probably thinks that the security of this town has been called into question and that the C.I.A or the F.B.I are coming for us…
I crack another smile and shake my head, solemnity the only thing now in my mind. "If only it were that simple, Sam," I sigh, squeezing my eyelids shut. "I... I… I slept with Oliver, Sam… I slept with him… and we have a child." I reveal my secret in the space of a few garbled sentences and wait for his reaction… but there isn't one…
This isn't good.
Whatcha think? Was it silly of me to have had Amelie confess to Sam?
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Vicky xx
