When I woke up, it was 3am. My legs were cramped from being curled up in bed for so long and I needed to get up. I walked over to the table at the end of my room. Clearly, someone - probably Myrnin or Eve - had rearranged it all. There was a vase with flowers and a few get well cards. One from Michael, Eve and Shane. One from Amelie. One from Myrnin and one from... Oliver?

Why had Oliver gotten me a get well soon card? I pretty sure that he didn't want me to get well soon since he left me for dead and the fact that I knew one of his biggest secrets. Once he found out that I was still alive, he must have realized that I would know about his assassination's plans surely.

"I know what you're thinking, and the answer would be yes," I heard Oliver announce from behind me. I span around to face him immediately, gasping as I did so.

"Yes?" I repeated, confused. Obviously I knew what he meant but hearing him say it out loud would at least give me proof.

"Yes, I know that you heard my plans," Oliver growled, "It was my intentions,"

Something told me that it wasn't his intentions for me to hear about what he was going to do to Amelie. I told him this, "You must have known that I would tell her,"

I felt like a child next to him. My threats of telling Amelie made me feel like I was back in preschool, threatening to tell the teacher on another child who was doing something that they shouldn't have been. I've always been a goody-two-shoes.

Oliver's eyes blinked red for a second before turning back to their normal shade of brown, "Why, Claire? It will be so much better when I rule this town." He looked hurt, as though he was actually offended that once again, I had chosen Amelie over him.

"How will it be? You'll kill all the humans!" I half-yelled. I didn't want to attract any attention to the situation. All the people working here were humans and any one who tried to help would end up dead, knowing Oliver.

"I will restore this town to it's former glory, with the vampires being the predators and the humans in their rightful spot as prey," So basically what I said then? He continued, pacing now, imagining Morganville under his control. He was crazy. Well and truly insane, "Morganville will be the city of all cities, with you as my second in command"

Me? Second in command? That was tempting. I'd always wanted to have power, I'll be honest. I've always wanted to be able to control people the way Amelie, hell, Even Oliver did. To have people respect me and do as I say. But no, it wouldn't be like that. There'd be a catch. With Oliver, there was always a catch. Besides, I couldn't do that to Amelie. She worked hard for Morgnville, it wasn't fair for Oliver to just take it from her.

"What if I didn't want to be your second in command?" I asked angrily, "It's not fair to Amelie. She trust you."

"Then you will die," he said firmly, "Don't bother with Amelie child, she knows better than to trust me."

"Does she?" I ask.

"She does," Oliver confirmed. I started to gently back away, towards the phone. If I could just get to phone and ring 911, I could save Amelie. There was a moment of silence, but as soon as I put my hand onto the phone, Oliver snapped. He slamme me into the wall.

"Don't you dare!" Oliver screamed at me, lifting me up by my throat "I'll give you one last chance! Say you won't tell her!"

The second he put me down, I bolted. I had the element of surprise on my side otherwise there was no way, I could outrun Oliver. I ran down the hospital coridoor in my bare feet and pyjamas. My body hurt, but I ignored the pain. I had to get away. I turned and saw Oliver turning around the corner, he would catch up any second now. It was no use.

I went into the nearest door. It was a set of stairs. I ran up them as fast as I could, hoping that it would at the very least, confuse Oliver and slow him down a few seconds. But luck was not on my side. I came out onto the roof of the hospital. We were like 10 stories up and the stairs that I had just went up were the only way on or off of the roof. Great.

Oliver came out of the fire exit sithing. He was furious, he grabbed me by the face and pushed me back. I was right over the edge of the roof now.

"Say you won't tell her!" he screamed at me.

"Why shouldn't I?" I screamed back in his face. He grabbed my neck and pushed me right up against the balcony now, I gasped as it creaked dangerous. I dared to glance down. Bad idea. We were so far up that the cars parked below looked like dots, I could barely even make out the bays, we were so far up. The wind whistled and howled around us as I slowly turned back to look at Oliver.

Oliver slammed me against the railing again. This time, it caved in. I'd never wanted Amelie or Myrnin or Michael or any vampire, for that matter, so much in my entire life. I desperatly wanted Myrnin to swoop in and save me again.

I felt the air whip around me as I fell. It was almost like a cold, concealing hug. I suppose that as far as deaths, go this wasn't bad.

All I could think about was Myrnin, Myrnin, Myrnin. These were my last thoughts and he was all that covered them. I never knew that I loved him so much, I knew he liked me. I guess I'd nver get to tell him.

I was angry, not at Oliver, at myself. For everything I wouldn't do. I wouldn't spend time with Myrnin again, I'd never go shopping with Eve again or ever kiss Shane for the last time. No, I was dead. The only person I could blame was myself. I should have just said yes. Now, as I was hitting the ground at god-knows-how-many-miles-per-hour, all I could think is what my tombstone would read:

CLAIRE DANVERS, KILLED FROM STUBBORNESS.