Amelie's pov
The poisonous bullet of a pathetic scorn can kill just as well as the highly pledged killers… that's what I've learnt in my long thoroughly worn life. As a young fledging at my dear fathers' knee I became the mistress of secrets and lies, I learnt the hunger to rule and the feeling of overwhelming pleasure at seeing others fall at my feet- yet for now I realise that the pull of humanity isn't such a bad thing. Almost grounding in the sentiment of self-worth; a vampire is the inner hunger and carvings of the human vampirism possesses, something Fallon understood much too well. And that is what I see now, I see the overwhelming fear etched into the frozen faces of the many acquaintances surrounding me in this building.
Tomorrow I know all could change; I know that human and vampire alike need to go back to the stability of normal life; a natural disaster that has now turned supernatural- despite the distaste I feel of that term its impeccably fitting to the sheer unfathomable nature of what has become a torment of the town I've nurtured as a mother would a child… an errant child at that.
I look now at the once crucial paperwork, that was as much a bain in my life as a silver coated stake swiftly embedded in my heart, but now the words find no answer to the evil that has made us all prisoners in our own home, the snow that only days ago brought a slight glimmer of joy into my life has now made it so the unknown is clicking at our heels… and although it pains and angers me to admit it, Morganville is once again at risk. Although I don't care to broadcast the internal workings of my 'experimental' town, I've come to realise people will work towards a future if they are aware of the pain ahead, yet I feel the burden I hold is too heavy for the tinkers in this town to bear...
People are missing…
Human and vampire.
Again the torturous pain of unknowing is lancing at my soul, if I still had a heart that could feel as alive as humans' does it would be spiked with pain, an unearthly explosion of sheer heartbreak.
I've fought more than many in the life l've led, most recently I've destroyed the Draug, my own bare hands crushing the black ball of rot that hibernated inside of Magnus; the pulsating orb which radiated in each of his spawn- my kind no longer have to fear of him and his mutated creatures. I've learnt to love... something I've never had the patience to nurture. The fire is equal to my own but the resolution between us has made the chains of attachment that much stronger- I've learnt that being part of a team means I no-longer have to battle alone.
The treacherous snow clouds mask the sky, in a frightfully bleak white spiked only occasionally with a wilting grey. The shadows loom closer and closer, preying on anyone who ventures beyond their door, a child's game with horrifying consequences, instant death I hope… at least it wouldn't be torturous and unworthy, although in my gut I know it's not. I know the cold winter has brought with it a creature… an organism organised to kill. A seconds' blink and its gone, a second to long and your gone.
A Ruler knows a problem: A Queen knows a consequence but a Founder knows the town is screaming. The rot is embedding itself to the core of the humanity and vampire pledging their lives here. Whatever it is that preying on us, has an advantage has the ability to hide but I promise it won't be for long.
I told my dearest Samuel that I would make things better; the purity of love laced between us in the few precious months we had together showed a side to me I never knew inhabited my body. He made me learn that I had an ability to feel, to care and to love, something I had denied myself century after century. But now it isn't just for Samuel, it's for me… The Queen.
