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Myrnin had called Oliver back late at night stating with urgency that he had results. Oliver dressed and thought on giving the madman a harsh reprimand, but since he was doing such a favor, Oliver decided against it.

Oliver was barely able to mutter a polite welcome before a hand grasped his forearm and he was dragged into the lab. Myrnin snapped goggles over his eyes and lit a blue flame. He placed the flame under a spiral nozzle tube of what seemingly looked to be water.

Oliver with Myrnin as puffs of gas filtered up the spiral, through more glass pipes and then finally spurted out as pink and blue clouds. Myrnin turned on a fan. The clouds circled the room and sounds of children laughing filled the room.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Oliver could hear as he was able to sort out sounds. He could hear laughter of two adults filter through the clouds.

Oliver knew what this meant; the clouds, the sounds, but he had to ask.

"What- What does this mean?"

"What doesn't it mean?" Myrnin retorted.

Oliver threw him a look, "What does this mean?"

"She's having a child."

-0-0-

A deadly silence filled the tent.

"We can't advance," a man muttered as he looked at the diagrams the scouts had brought back. "They defeated how many men?"

"Ten thousand, General."

"Shit. We're fucked."

Amelie could hear the man curse almost silently; vampire hearing.

She slammed her hand on the throne, "We must find means to destroy them."

"On what grounds?" The man mumbled.

Amelie rose slowly from her chair, radiating all the power she had, "I condemn the three, including my own father with high treason."

-0-0-

"Don't say anything, Oliver. If she wants you to know, then she shall tell you," Myrnin said, "I gather she told you of dear little Claire that barely breathed?"

"Yes," Oliver said sadly.

"Then you should know it changed something in her."

"Such as?"

"Her power and mood. Of course, that is expected but she changed. She was more on edge, more protective of her people. Most notable was her determination of destruction. It scared off many enemies and most of the people," Myrnin recounted

Oliver nodded, "I was there for a little, her general. She doesn't remember but it was years and years ago."

"Oh, you underestimate her; she remembers," Myrnin muttered.

Oliver smirked at that. He thanked Myrnin for doing him this favor and asked that the results and the rest mot be shared with anyone.

To that Myrnin responded, "What test?"

Oliver left Myrnin's lab in less of the rush he arrived in, but had much more to think about. His guards stood with the door open to his car. Oliver declined the ride and announced he would walk. When the guards made a move to follow he said he would go alone and met them back and his townhouse.

The guards had been with him for a while and he had gotten used to them and their silent protests, but as of lately, the silent protest were gone. It was as if they knew not to get into it and leave it be, which Oliver thought to be a good thing; last thing he wanted was meddling.

Oliver clasped his hands behind his back and started on his walk.

-0-0-

Amelie had retired to bed early, she wasn't feeling well. Deep down she knew what it was, almost unconsciously so. She wasn't human anymore, which could be a curse and a blessing depending on how she felt.

Now it was a curse.

She denied that she knew she knew by listing all the things that could go wrong.

Death. Disfigured child. The child's death. Permanent internal injuries. Death. Death. Death. Death. Death.

It wasn't something that could be embraced with her hear for sure. Then again, her rightful mind mumbled, you could very so be wrong.

There was no need to get her hopes up and her mind worrying, Amelie concluded. I'll visit Myrnin tomorrow, he'll know.

A little voice nagged at her thoughts. She rolled to her side and drew her knees in.

What if I'm right? What will become of me- us- then?

She would also have Myrnin look for someone.

-0-0-

"He watched with unseeing eyes. He heard with ringing ears. He talked with unmoving tongues. He was mine and I was his. He made me forget and I made him forgive. The two of us- the ruthful pair. He and I could live together, forever, but he was a runner and I was stationary. Building a dream for the world but none for myself. They called the town selfish. They called the town mean. I call then town my own. I call the town a dream. He visited at night, with the moon his light and recited Shakespeare and Caesar sometimes Cicero to the animals of darkness. He knew to be one of them- an animal of the night- but claimed he to be different. Though different he wasn't. He left no calling card as it was to be called and fled before the crack of dawn. I watched him leave once, watched as he scaled down the walls, his cape billowing at his waist. I called him Dracula the next visit. He was gone for twice as long after that. Three times that when I asked for a name. He feared I was getting attached, I fear he was right by that point. To me he was a faceless super human, to him I was a weak and fragile woman. He told me those exact words once and I proved to him I was no such thing. It took much persuading and a lot of teasing, but in begging for me, he agreed.

I made him beg."

-0-0-

Oliver sat in one of the mahogany chairs in her office. His fingers tapped to the beat of an old march. He let her study him with those enticing grey eyes.

"Leave us," she whispered hoarsely to the guards. Oliver watched as she watched the guards obey. There was an uncomfortable pause and Oliver's tapping was coming to an end.

"I always knew you were near," Amelie whimpered, staring at him.

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