Chapter 12:

Oliver's POV:

Am I dreaming?

Is Amelie really kissing me? Is Amelie, the person who has relayed her horrific life story to me, truly kissing me, without me even thinking she had realised her feelings? I haven't done anything but be myself these past weeks, the only thing doing is fighting to keep the monster in my (the one that wants Amelie's power) under control, to try and persuade her… but perhaps this is what has made her realise. Perhaps this is the reason… I haven't been trying to make her fall in love with me; she has done it of her own accord.

"Amelie?" I whisper as she releases me from the most perfect moment of my life.

"Oliver, I… I don't know what came over me," she says, standing up faster than I thought possible. "I am sorry…" she says, causing a wave of pain to crash over me. She thinks that I don't want this; she thinks that that kiss wasn't what I have been hoping for, for all these months… years.

She makes to run out of the room, but I stand and grab her hand so quickly she stops still. She could wrench it out without a problem, but she doesn't. Instead, she leaves it in mine, my fingers entwining with hers without another word from her. She smiles at me and I smile back, trying to decipher the meaning in it.

"Amelie," I begin, wondering if I can truly say these words out loud. "I have something to tell you... I love you. I have done for so long and, oh my, it feels so good to be able to say it!"

She smiles at me and in that instant, our eyes meet. My entire attention is absorbed by my own mediocre eyes meeting with her captivating grey ones. She holds my attention, making me unable to look away but I don't want to. I want to stay locked into her forever, never leaving this position, her hand in mine, the other snaking its way around my neck to pull our heads closer together.

"I realise now that I love you, also, Oliver," she says, her voice tremoring slightly. To prevent anymore conversation, I move forwards slightly and press my lips to hers again, allowing the catalyst of emotion to ensue.

My tongue presses against her lips, oh the beautifully crafted things they are, and she lets me into her mouth, kissing her all the more. She relaxes against me and I smile as she becomes… not submissive, but not entirely dominant either. At last we are equals, partners in a relationship together. She isn't trying to overrule me or anything… all she wants is a kiss, something which I am more than happy to give.

I release her hand and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her hips into mine. I feel the collision underneath the excess of material of which makes up her skirt, the thing that I want to rip off. But I restrain myself, simply concentrating on the beautiful woman in my arms, the woman who is wrapping her arms around my neck and twisting her fingers into my hair in a most alluring manner.

As I very slowly begin to move backwards towards the door, she stops me and releases me from the kiss. She pulls back infinitesimally and laughs very softly, her eyes diamonds glittering. She looks so happy, so vital, and the thing is she doesn't even look perfect. Her hair is coming down out of its bun and her dress isn't straightened out within an inch of its life – no, she is normal and she is happy.

"I am not going to sleep with you, Oliver," she says, humour alight in her tone. "I may love you, but you do not get granted such gifts as that so readily," she continues, making me smile. She may not wish to come to bed with me, yet, but she has just said again that she loves me. I know I'm not dreaming… she loves me.

"I thought…" I begin, not entirely sure what to say because I wasn't really thinking.

"You thought wrong," she says with another laugh. Then her lips press very softly to mine, a gentle and sweet kiss that I shall treasure for the rest of my life. She releases herself from my grasp most easily before walking out of the room, loitering at the door.

She turns back to face me and I see a young and vital woman staring at me with a look of adoration. Her perfect skin is highlighted by the slender appearance of her face, which is heightened by the smile present on it.

"Goodnight Oliver," she says before walking out of the room and up the stairs at a most human pace.

"Goodnight, Amelie," I murmur, knowing that she will still be able to hear me. I stand still in the living room, reeling from the events of the past hour or so. Amelie's life… it has been so awful and I doubt that I would be as strong as she is now; after all she has lived through. I don't know how she does it, remembering everything that has happened… including the loss of her daughter. The memory I have of Bishop was already low, the way that he tried to kill Amelie before she killed him, but this shows him in new colours, the way that he is closer to being the devil's henchman than I originally thought.

And she loves me. She truly does… I didn't have to trick her into it, or twist her… she came to the opinion of her own accord, without much prompting from me. She loves me… I don't know what to say, really besides that this is the happiest day of my life.

It's also the day that you learnt of her weaknesses. It's also the day that will help you bring her down for good.

No, I am not going to do that. Hell, I have just got the woman of my dreams, why would I destroy that by going for her power? She loves me and I love her and perhaps we can be eternal lovers; perhaps we can be happy forever. If it is a choice between Amelie and power, I choose Amelie.

She is in her bed and sleeping now, hopefully dreaming of me. So I follow suit, heading to my bed and falling into a deep sleep, one that nobody could break but Amelie…

Third person perspective – yep, it's back!

Someone creeps into the house, grinning at just how easy it is. He expected Amelie to have much more stringent guards on her home… even if it was her staying up. Or her lover, Oliver… the intruder still cannot believe that she would go for someone so horrible and old.

But he creeps up the stairs, knowing what he is looking for. He slips into Oliver's bedroom and pulls down the book containing the man's journal… the object of the intruder's desires.

The intruder lets out a small laugh before burying it under his mouth as he darts from the house, clutching the thing that can destroy Oliver… forever.

What did you think? Little Amelie/Oliver moment for you there.

And the story isn't quite over… there's one major twist (well not major, but yano) before it ends, but you get a oneshot after it has finished, so stay tuned!

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Vicky xx