I stand at the silver coated bars, watching the cruel and destructive monster sit most pathetically in the steel chair; as if it was a royally approved throne. If anyone else had of asked me to release this beast of a vampire from his cage, I would have made it my duty to stop them at any cost, even if that resulted in me giving them a cold and calculated death. I would do anything to protect the world from the most soul-less being I've ever had the infortune to greet, but she asked me- and despite the screaming in my head I'm helpless to her; not through a mythical power but the age old companionship of love. Our conjoined power mixed with this commanding flood of emotions makes a lethal concoction- almost euphoric in a sickening sense.

'Oliver of Heidelberg.' His address sends a most unwanted shiver of fear throughout me, almost as strong as the sting of an unexpected taser. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, calming my unexpectedly frazzled nerves at the sheer idea of releasing a man who could harm… actually harm is too weak of a word… a man who could if given a second destroy everything we've tried to build and everything I've came to care so profoundly for.

'Bishop.' My tongue recoils at the word, but one should not anger those who come to give help even if its regretfully an enemy many times over.

'I feel the niceties are lost on you, though I feel the crucial nature of my help should make you eager to please me Oliver… although from the what I hear you're already pleasing my daughter…'

I growl low in my throat subconsciously, and feel the sharp tug of my fangs descending and the snarl that is released from my lips is the cruel killer I lock deep inside. A smile plays at Bishop's own lips, an almost pathetic glare in his eyes; because despite everything he is only playing, toying with me taking glory in hitting my weaknesses. Or should I say weakness.

Amelie.

Over the past years our relationship has changed most profoundly and of no better word Amelie and I are intimates. We are everything from friends to lovers and leaving nothing in-between which is ultimately terrifying, in a wickedly thrilling way. We are perfect counterpoints, I'm most profoundly a warrior, though it never strays from my mind that I'm in truth her disgraced warrior; and she my Queen. After everything, our relationship blossomed especially after the Daylighters- we found that together we weren't only powerful; I'd missed her most profoundly in those mere weeks we spent apart due to my exile; and not just because of our wickedly unique natures but due to something deep and forever growing inside that makes me want to protect her and love her in a way I never thought myself possible to feel.

'You think too much of yourself Oliver, a flick of my wrist would see you dead upon the floor.' His smile is sickening.

'I feel I should say the same back Bishop, you are finished; your games will not work here, your wicked rule is well and truly over.' I hiss the words at him, all my anger rushing to my fingertips making it harder and harder for me to resist the urge to hurt him… but the tiny part of my common sense knows he is irrevocably our saviour from the draug- the psychic girl knew something of universal truth; something that in my early years would have seen her burnt at the stake.

I take the final step which puts me face to face with the bars, even at this distance I can feel the shiver of the silver coating reflecting on my skin- the kind of pain brought by a static sting. Amelie did not shy away from her fathers' prison, the crafted silver is of most power with the coating even at distance releasing a shock to vampire flesh. I move my hand to my pocket and bring out the eye, a large, ornate one more suited to unlocking giant old chest than the modern day structure of the cage; yet I recognise the key from previous days of battle. This key holds more purely the pain of entrapment, the lock that deserves this key is one in which can't even under vampire strength be pried open. Even against my better judgement I place the key in the lock and open the cage.

The disengaging of the lock is almost deafening.

But its Bishops' smile as he steps out the cage that makes me feel so very small and insignificant.

For the first time in a very long time, I send I slightly pray to God.

Please let this be the right thing to do.