Amelie's POV-

I sighed, putting my head in my hands. Little Claire Danvers had gone missing. Claire and I had a connection through her contract, so I'd known something was not quite right with her since this morning but I never thought her life was in danger. In fact, it was only when Sam's grandson, Michael burst into my office about an hour ago that I'd even thought much about it at all.

She'd disappeared at around 9 o'clock this morning and no one had seen her all day. It was 11 o'clock in the night now, and there was still no sign of her.

Honestly, I can say that I feel more than a little guilty for the young girl going missing. She was so young and innocent, especially to be so deep within Morganville business. That was probably my fault. I often threw her into situations where her life was in danger, convincing myself that there was nothing wrong with it, since she always made it out alive.

I secretly hoped that the young girl had made it out of Morganville, that she'd driven right over the border to go see her parents or live in Hollywood or something like that. She deserved a break from all the drama after all. However, I knew that was not the case.

I knew that because Hannah Moses and Richard Morrell where standing in front of me, telling me that the strange car that Claire had been driving was left with the door open in a very unpopulated side of town. They also told me that there were strange marks on the vehicle; signs of a struggle.

Claire hadn't escaped this town. She'd been kidnapped.

Claire's POV-

My head was pounding. Where was I? The memories of a broken down car and a lonely desert road came flooding back. I was kidnapped. I was actually kidnapped.

I wondered what was going on back home. Would Shane have noticed I was gone? Would Amelie care? Would the whole town be looking for me or would they assume I was dead? I didn't know. My priorites had to be here right now. Wherever here was.

I listened for any clues on what was going on. I heard muffled voices but they sounded far away. I was lying on a cold, grey floor. It was dark but I could see a bit. I tried to stand up but my head hurt and I was quickly pulled back down by some kind of chains that were wrapped around me anyway. I layed back against the wall and rubbed my temples. That cloroform must have been very strong for it to have lasting effects like this.

Suddenly, a mouse or something along those lines - I couldn't see it properly - ran over my leg. Naturally, I squealed and shuffled back. That was a bad idea.

"She's awake" I heard someone say as I heard footsteps coming towards the cell. Left, right. Left, right. I felt my heart skip a beat and then start racing as I stayed desperatly quiet, wishing I could go back and just stay silent. But it was too late, the damage was done. He, whoever kidnapped me, was heading this way.

The door swung open and the man who (assumably) kidnapped me burst in, he closed the door after him and stood confidently in the doorway "Ah, Claire. You're awake."

"Let me go!" I yelled, pulling at the chains hard.

The man smiled. Actually smiled, "It's nice to see you fighting. I do hate it when they don't fight," That was the first time I noticed his accent. It was British. I could tell from here that he had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was pretty tall and muscular too. He knelt down to my level, talking surprising gently "I am sorry. You're just what's know as collateral damage, sweetcheeks. Nothing personal."

Sweetcheeks, the nickname made me want to vomit in my mouth. I turned away and saw the anger in his eyes. He grabbed my face and turned it roughly towards him.

"What do you want from me?" I asked viciously.

"It's not you that we want," he said, starting to pace around the room now, "We want Amelie to give us control over the blood banks. That's just the start, then we'll take over the rest of the town."

God, he was so dumb. He just broke the most stupid rule in the villian handbook - don't tell the person you capture your plans. Unless...

Unless you were sure they weren't making it out of there.

"Amelie's not going to come and rescue me." I said, trying to make my voice sound angry and hard but it came out as a whimper.

"She will," he explained, "You're too valuable for her too lose. Besides, even if she didn't want to save you, she would have too... For Myrnin."

"Myrnin?" I repeated curiously.

"You really don't see it?" he asked. Oh god, I can't believe I'm having a relationship talk with the guy who kidnapped me and chained me up as a ransom for the scariest vampire in town. That was crazy.

The man clearly looked angry at himself as he realised that he'd been sidetracked, "Any how, I have business to deal with. I don't have time for dilly-dallying around with you. Amelie has until 9 o'clock tomorrow night to hand over the keys otherwise it's going to be bad for you" He gave me a sharp kick in the chest and left.