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Amelie laid very uncomfortably in her bed. She fiddled relentlessly with the top edge of her bedspread; her guards seemed agitated and extremely on guard. She tossed and turned in her bed with beads if swear at her hairline. She hadn't felt this sick since the Draug. Finally, she gave up and beckoned a guard to call Oliver then leave her.

-0-0-

Oliver knocked tentatively on the door at first. When no answer came, he knocked again; this time with more persistently. Again, he was met with no response. He ordered his guards to enter as he followed swiftly behind. They rumbled their "clear" as they each scanned a room. All eyes fell to the Queen who was covered in a sheet of sweat, thrashing wildly under the covers.

Oliver dismissed his guards who seemed skeptical but said nothing. Oliver watched a second longer and then cautiously approached Amelie's bedside. Even in her state, Amelie could feel the bed dip but in that moment, lost in her own mind, she thought it was a canyon. Carefully, Oliver leaned over the bed, closer to Amelie. A hand landed on top of her pale blonde hair; his thumb caresses the crown of her head. Oliver leans closer and places a long but chaste kiss to Amelie's temple.

-0-0-

Myrnin watched curiously as Amelie dragged a stick at vampire speed through the sand of the Texas desert.

"And you brought me along to watch you play in an oversized sandbox?" My ronin shouted over to Amelie who was a good twenty miles from where she started. He watched as she turned left in the sand and ran another twenty miles. She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder but didn't stop. She finished off her drawing by jamming the stick into the sand. There was a twenty-by-twenty sized square drawn in the sand.

"Myrnin, I have an idea."

.........

It had been a good fifteen months since the town was started. Walls were starting up, a couple toe houses were almost complete, and Founder's Square was getting it's last touches done. The roads were marked, lots were sold to men and women looking for a new start. Horses brought materials to the town for the workers.

Amelie walked in her long, full purple gown; her sun-blocking black trench coat had been donned on for such walk.

She surveyed the work, greeted some new- comers, and made her way to Myrnin's lab.

"... To the south and easy of Cape Cod was not available. Today August 7,1907 southwest winds 5 to 10 knots. Waves 1 foot or less..."

Amelie shook her head as she was greeted with the nautical radio for the area Myrnin had been calling metropolitan. This radio had been Myrnin's newest creation. The date was decades ahead of their time and she figured that was still a work in progress.

"Myrnin," Amelie called out as she walked around the lab fiddling with test tubes and burners.

"I'll be right over to greet you."

Amelie gave an uncommitted him back as she sorted through his mail. Most was old and yellowed; many were unopened.

Amelie opened one and scanned it.

"I think we've been making great progress. The town sure is coming along great," Myrnin stated.

Amelie hummed again, finishing the letter written to Myrnin she opened.

It was signed "With love, Ada."

She heard Myrnin enter the room, and swiftly she started rummaging around trying to hide her snooping.

"I just need the rest of your plans, founder."

Amelie turned to face him, her hands clasped in front of herself.

"I'll have someone send them over. I thank you for everything you've done this far," Amelie praised as she inclined her head politely. Myrnin responded with a dramatic bow.

-0-0-

Amelie woke in Oliver's arms, cradled too is chest like a small, helpless child.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." Amelie hissed as she squirmed from his embrace and rolled to a defensive stand still. "What are you doing here?"

Oliver didn't answer, instead he questioned, "How long have you been ill?"

"Don't test me," Amelie growled, her eyes flashed red. "What are you doing Here?"

Oliver stood, ignoring her question.

"You should visit Myrnin, have him draw some blood and do whatever that madman does to figure out your illness."

"I'm not sick."

"What's your excuse for earlier then?"

"Womanly problems," Amelie stated casually with with a shrug. Oliver knew she was lying. With vampire speed, Oliver crossed the Romans sank a sharpened fingernail into her forearm.

Before she could react, Oliver was gone; slinking into the night with a finger if her blood.

-0-0-

"Here," Oliver said thrusting his bloodied finger into Myrnin's face. Myrnin scrunched his nose and carefully walked a half circle around the blood. Oliver rolled his eyes as Myrnin dipped the top of his pinky into the pool of blood that was collecting int the hand cupped under the bloodied finger.

Myrnin sniffed it. Rotated it one hundred and eighty degrees to his right. Flicked it with his thumb. Then put a part of it in his mouth.

"It's not yours," Myrnin said almost sadly. Oliver smirked at that. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Put it in one of your tubes and tell me what's wrong with it," Oliver stated.

Myrnin grabbed and empty test tube and scraped the blood from Oliver's finger.

"I'll get back to you," Myrnin said. "Oh, who's blood is this?"

Oliver hesitated then said, "Amelie's."

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