Hi! I hope you all like this chapter :)
Amelie's P.O.V -
If I had a beating heart inside my chest, it would have pounded against my ribcage, the sound echoing in my ears. I lightly tapped my finger on my lip, a habit I had gained from being surrounded by humans. A soft sigh escaped my lips. Humans were such fragile creatures, easily bruised and broken and easily consumed by death.
Little Claire is an unfortunate example.
The large wooden door of my office opened, the hinges squeaking loudly and I gritted my teeth at the infuriating sound. Oliver and Myrnin placed blood bags on the mahogany desk and the crimson liquid sloshed around. There was a familiar burning in my throat but my self-control overpowered the urge to rip my fangs through the material, which separated me from the delicious blood.
"Amelie, if there is to be any chance at all, you must do it now...", Myrnin spoke, his eyes locked on the lifeless body.
"My dear friend, I know...we can't lose her", I replied.
I brushed the strands of dark hair away, exposing the pale neck. My fangs snapped down from my gums, lengthening in size as my instinct began to control my body.
"Amelie, this is too dangerous! Do you not recall what happened when you changed Michael Glass?", Oliver asked, his voice hard.
"Oliver, I am fully aware of the consequences. However, she is too important and we simply, cannot lose her", I growled.
The room became silent and I leaned towards the exposed flesh, my vision slowly turning red.
"Forgive me, child", I whispered, before sinking my fangs into her neck.
Claire's P.O.V -
Death was peaceful.
I felt as if I was weightlessly floating on water, my body drifting along soft waves. There was no torture, no pain, no blood. But then, I was drowning. Something latched onto my body and dragged me down, deep under the water. I clawed at the surface and frantically kicked my legs, but my body became weaker.
And then, the pain flickered inside of me, a fire igniting everywhere. I wanted to scream. My throat burned as if enveloped in flames. Slowly, the burning ebbed away, until it only remained in my throat.
My body no longer felt broken. I felt strong, powerful and prepared for anything. My senses were sharper. I could clearly hear a clock and the click as each second ticked passed. My throat burned, raw and painful as a sweet, tantalizing scent entered my nostrils. Slowly, my crimson red eyes fluttered open and my fangs snapped down from my gums, my thoughts entirely focused on one single thing.
Blood.
Hehe, you didn't really think I would kill Claire, did you? :} It was fun to write from Amelie's P.O.V, I just hope I got her character right as it was my first time writing from her P.O.V :P Please, please, please review, it really means a lot to me! I love you awesome people {even though I don't know you hehe :D}