Chapter 14:

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The events in this chapter, I have edited from being what RC has on the website because it makes more sense to me to have it happen like this…and also from how I ended the other chapter.

Anyone else excited for the release of the new book?

Amelie's POV:

There was a situation down at the pub; a man had gone 'crazy' and began to attack everyone in there, including the vampires. There was a hostage situation and this even included vampires, with the threat of them being shot dead by the silver gun he held in his hands – it was a serious problem, something she had to deal with.

As she was driven to the pub, her attention remained focused on the past hour or so with her Samuel, the one she had just told she loved – could there be a future for them? She didn't know; after all, she had to protect herself above all else, yet the love she had for him made her absolutely positive that he had to be protected. She couldn't live with herself if he died…that much she was sure.

The car stopped and she stepped out, heading into the pub, where a racket ensued. She winced slightly, the volume of the screaming and yelling not exactly the thing she desired in her town, but the entire room turned to stare at her as she entered. Many of them didn't know she even existed or, rather, they didn't know of her appearance – everyone knew of the mysterious Founder. But many of even the vampire residents had never seen her, never seen the woman who had ordered them all to be brought to this town.

"They are in there," she stated quietly in comparison to the yelling of orders between various other people in there, and a debate that was already ensuing between the human chief of police and the vampire police about the fate of Edgar, the perpetrator of this attack.

"Yes, ma'am," the police chiefs scuttled over and recited this in unison, their tone unanimously grave. "He's got six in there, including one vampire," the human police chief told her, his voice grave.

"And we have no method by which to get the hostages out?" Amelie inquired, her tone cool and calculating as she tried to make her mind up as what to do. in the back of her mind, she remembered the facts of merely three years ago, when she had to call upon her new 'friend' to sort out some humans – and she knew there were many other cases in which Sam Glass had aided humans to prevent their death without her knowledge. Whilst she wanted to know everything about him, she knew she didn't and that she had absolutely no chance of doing so, if she had to do what she knew she did have to – leave him.

"No, ma'am…the only person possible to even consider getting the hostages out alive would be Mr Glass," the human officer spoke again, confirming Amelie's inner thoughts. "If you desire, I can go and telephone him now to come on over here now, so he can begin to hopefully relieve the situation?" he continued, most likely seeing something in Amelie's eyes that showed she wanted this to happen.

"Yes, I think that that is the only idea that could possibly work," she agreed, walking slowly into the far corner of the room, well out of the line of sight of the door. She didn't want the man – Edgar Bryan, the local town mental asylum attendee – to see her there, for he knew who she was, would throw him further over the edge…and that was not something that would be exactly proactive in the situation.

So she sat there, waiting for her Samuel to come and protect them all…as usual. It was so strange how he, a mere human, could invoke such feelings in her, be able to achieve things her vampires both couldn't do and had no chance of completing if they tried. He was truly unique, Sam Glass, and she knew she wanted him forever – yet he would be a liability, a way for her enemies to gain access to her by using the one thing she loved in the world.

But, oh, how she wanted it.

Sam's POV:

The call came just as Stephen fell to sleep, having Sam cursing all the way down the stairs to answer it. "Hello?" he questioned, not entirely focused on the caller, just like he hadn't been focused on putting his son down. His thoughts were consumed with Amelie, consumed with the woman who had reciprocated his love for her – or perhaps that was a dream… yet he doesn't believe that it was.

"Um, Sam, we need you down at the pub," the chief of police, Chief Polin, was on the other end of the line, giving nothing away with his opening sentence. "There's an issue with Edgar; he's gone crazy again but this time he's taken hostages into another room. You need to come down and help us," he was told that he had to go, not that he wouldn't have gone anyway – that's where Amelie was called to, he realised, and if she was there, he was going.

"Let me just get my neighbour to look after my son and then I'll be right down," he promised, hanging up the phone with no need to ask where he had to go: there was only one pub in Morganville open that late to still allow humans in.

…

Within half an hour, he was pulling up outside the pub and making his way through the crowds of police officers all circling the building. It wasn't as if Edgar was going to escape, so Sam was wondering what on earth they were there for, when he remembered: the safety of the people around, giving statements, for the ones in the situation inside the building, so that the vampires didn't come and attack.

"Excuse me," he said politely, being allowed straight through as soon as the police officers saw who he was – evidently he was being expected.

"You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!" the vampire police chief snapped as soon as he saw the redhead approaching. In the distance, Sam could see Amelie's head turning towards him, yet he managed to refrain from staring at her: this was not the right place for romance, he knew for sure, and he had to focus on getting the hostages out alive.

"Well, that was really possible, given the fact I was called half an hour ago," he felt his temper rising, unable to control himself as he faced the vampire. He could hurt him all he wanted – after all, he had done them all a favour coming down here - he didn't have to.

But he knew in his heart that he always would have done…for Amelie.

"Speak to me like that…" the vampire growled, until one of Amelie's bodyguards appeared between the pair of them. Sam knew that this was her way of protecting him from afar, making sure she wasn't physically getting involved when the world knew that she just wouldn't.

"And you can sort this out yourself," Sam continued the vampire's sentence, a fiercely determined look on his face as he faced down the chief of police. "I'm here as a favour to sort this out without the bloodshed I know you want…" but then he trailed off as unmistakeable sounds of Marion, the only person (vampire or not) young enough to sound like that, screaming louder than anything…

…until silence reigns once again.

"If you would do something?" the vampire shouted at Sam tetchily, indicating the door as the vampires in the room began to move much more frantically than before – he didn't know what told him this other than the silence, but Sam knew that Marion was dead…no question about it.

He was about to argue back when he looked up and over at Amelie. Her eyes were wide open, staring in his direction, and as their eyes met, he felt a shiver running through him. He knew she wanted him to be compliant, something backed up by the infinitesimally small movement of her head side to side.

"Fine," he huffed, stepping around the vampire and heading over to the door. "Edgar, come on, you know you want to let me in," he wheedled.

And that's what he did for the next seven hours.

…

As dawn was approaching, Sam's throat hurt more than anything, yet he knew that he had to keep on going; he had gotten Edgar to allow four of the five hostages so far out of the room and he only had to get the last one out before Edgar himself…he didn't want him to get hurt, but he knew that the murder of the vampire would mean that he himself would die, but in a much more medieval and horrific way than Marion did.

"One more," he muttered to himself, ignoring every vampire in the room as he had done for the past five or so hours. After all, it got more than a little embarrassing, being so pleading and calm when the rest of them were a mess.

There was only one person he would have wanted in the room: Amelie. The one person he wanted to be there would have been her, and yet she was there – in the far corner. The logic was true – if Edgar saw her, he would go crazy again. Best to keep her out of the way until the last moment.

The door opened and the last hostage – an elderly man, who looked more than slightly dead on his feet – stepped out, being hurried away by the humans loitering by the door. Now, the only one that remained was Edgar.

"If you come out now, Edgar, I can help you," Sam pressed, knowing he was probably telling lies – even his influence over Amelie couldn't save Edgar – but wanting to say anything to get him out. All he wanted was to go home to his son, go home and let Amelie come over. He wanted to talk to her more than anything…but that was not the focus of then.

After an agonising wait, the door opened and the man of the moment (though in a negative manner) stepped out, his knife stained red and hanging by his side. Over the top of him, Sam could see the body of the girl who was dead laying there, her separate head lying metres from her body – it sickened him.

And then everything happened.

Amelie moved too quickly from the corner, moved before the man was disarmed – a bad move. Instantly, the relatively calm Edgar jumped back into action, ready to attack…and he was moving towards Amelie.

"No!" Sam yelled, unable to help himself, unable to think clearly: he knew that the knife had absolutely no chance of hurting Amelie, for she was so much older and stronger than Edgar, yet he didn't think of that. All he saw was the knife and the way it was heading towards Amelie.

And he reacted.

Diving in front of her, he yelled as the knife pierced his gut, pierced all the way through to his spine. The pain meant nothing to him as he realised that Amelie was entirely safe, that he had saved her…rather than it being the other way round, he had saved her.

Things happened quicker after that; Edgar was hauled away before Sam had even fell to the ground, Amelie scooping him into her lap within the next second. His head rested in her lap as he could feel the abstract feeling of the blood seeping out of his stomach – he was dying, and he hadn't even told her that he loved her properly!

But then he saw something that made the last few years as if they had meaning, had significance rather than just being an obsession over someone else.

Tears dripped down her face.

In that moment, he realised that he hadn't dreamt that she told him she loved him – she did. She loved him, completely and truly, and he was dying on her…how could that be right? He loved her, she loved him, they could be happy…but he wasn't going to be there.

Noises were trying to break into his ears that suddenly felt filled with cotton wool. He could only see the beauty of her face, see the dripping of the glistening droplets of tears that ran down her cheeks as she stroked his hair back from his head, trying to stop it appearing so dishevelled. All he could see was the angel before him, see the woman that meant everything to him… the only thing he could ever want.

Things began to happen, things that he could never explain: his heartrate began to slow, something digging into his neck as the most desolating thing of all occurred; Amelie's face disappeared.

Then he could only taste salt and copper on his lips, this being the over arching sense he had as a slender wrist was placed over his mouth; Amelie's.

She was turning him.

In the last moments as a human, he refused to close his eyes, even as the dark blanket of unconsiousness, of near death, tried to wash over him. he wanted to go out of this life and into the next seeing her face, staring into her eyes, being with her, the angel, the one he loved.

And that's what he did.

Seem like a cop out?

Well, that was where the story was always going to end for me because I wanted it to stay happy and not have Sam leaving her because he's depressed about being a vampire then Amelie leaving him when he wants her so it's safer for him.

Now we just have two lovebirds who are together forever.

I'd appreciate it if you reviewed here, since it's the final chapter and all.

Thanks for reading.

Vicky xx