Amelie's pov

For the humans of our town this will again be the end of the world. Prize possessions may become lost over time but never will they see that tomorrow we'll again see what happens. I remember when Rome burned, when Spain burned, when France burned-we didn't give up. Vampires are a tough resilient bunch, we fight with our minds. I've ran much like those seen on television, carrying only the possessions most dearest to me. We all have. We have lost a fortune of valuables over time, not just gold. Life doesn't just bring with it the chance to make a fortune, for us it brings the chance to lose it many times.

Morganville was always built on the tip of one of the world thinnest swords. Not just in the fact we are of two opposing species but because vampires were never meant to co-exist with other. We are lone creatures who like to travel the world without picking up too many acquaintances. Morganville is a forged civilisation of my kind- but weirdly enough we fight.

Claire's pov

How can it be that again we face another of this kind? Death is nothing but unwelcomed in Morganville- many have fell in these last hours alone. I thought Miranda's visions had stopped, she hasn't had them since the draug killed her.

'Claire!' A scared and surprised sob from behind me. 'I didn't know…what are we going to do?' Each word is disjointed from the last, cracked and broken into pieces I can't seem to put into a finished puzzle. She has predicted an end for this battle, but how is to be that we can finish a man who has already revived himself from a silver, burning death.

'I don't know.' I don't even feel like humouring the girl, she might be scared -terrified even- but now I'm beyond exhausted. In the pettiness that fills me now I imagine Amelie facing off her uncle- many centuries ago, in a different place, in a different dress- how could he survive?

'Your question is one that eludes me to.' Amelie's soft voice drifts into the room, making the small hairs on my neck stand in the none existent breeze. 'Until tonight he was dead, I planted the silver myself enough to make even the oldest of us perish in a mere minute as our chest cavity explodes with a fire no-one else can see.'

Her words sound full of memory, of a young girl speaking fondly of past memories. She sound much like myself when I debate with Myrnin about something ludicrous and physics based. Myrnin? I haven't seen him or Jesse.

'Myrnin? Jesse? Where are they?' I look at Amelie expecting an answer, her only acknowledgment of my question is a slight incline of her head. 'Amelie! Where are they?' My voice is louder than I expected, something closer to a shout.

'They are on my orders. No more to be said.' It's there that the ice queen can be seen, cold as the underworld- but apparently just as vulnerable.

'What is it this dear girl has seen? I felt the presence.' Amelie sits with the grace of agelessness.

'Em… well…' I mumble.

It's not me who tells her. It's Jenna.

'Ma'am' Amelie inclines her head in acknowledgment. 'Miranda spoke of a way in which you could dispose of your uncle, I think it was how to kill him…' Jenna's voice trails off into nothing, only a little indication of her nervousness.

'And that was?' Amelie is oblivious to the tension coiling itself like a boa constrictor around the room. Jenna looks down at Miranda, still in her arms. Before Jenna can even speak Miranda coughs to clear her throat.

'Founder… you need to do what happen last. Coat with silver tongue, so that will scream like those sirens but that isn't enough push the hilt of a silver sword through his heart and he will never harm you again.' Miranda sounds out of breath, still holding back sobs.

'Thank you dear child. A siren you say?' Miranda nods her head. 'He always did like the young girls, you know. A siren in my day could be any girl who had beauty to entice, I was siren- they didn't understand the true meaning.' It was now that I know a thoughtful Amelie is far more dangerous than one who is battle ready.

'What do we do Amelie?' I feel Shane behind me, his arms working their way round my waist, I hug closer to him.

'We fight, dear ones.' She finds Oliver's hand gripping tight, turning to look him full in the face. 'We fight with everything we have left.' A single tears trails down Amelie's cheek.

We all turn to leave, I'm taking the rear leaving Amelie and Oliver in their moment, Oliver wiping the stray tear from Amelie's cheek. If I hadn't of heard it, I'd never believe it too be Oliver, but I hear him whisper to Amelie.

'He'll never hurt you again my queen. I'm forever at your service…' It sounds as though Oliver shuffles his feet. 'I love you Amelie, the ageless ruler.'

Amelie's distinct sob is all I hear, before I leave.

Its true love happens in the most random of places.

Sorry about the delay! Had some work to do.