Oliver's POV
I watched her fall, my limbs frozen in place. I really hadn't meant for her to die tonight, I had meant only to scare her into keeping my secret from Amelie. Claire was very smart, and very important.
There was no way that madman, Myrnin was going to become loyal to me, he was already foolishly loyal to Amelie. Claire, however... Claire could do everythng that Myrnin could do and I would have had more of a chance of convincing her to betray Amelie. And if I didn't convince her, she was a thousand times easier than the fool to compell.
Except she wasn't. I'd tried to compell her in the hospital room but it hadn't worked. She hadn't even flinched. I should have expected it. Claire was stronger than most humans, and she was particually strong against vampire tricks. I should have known that she would fight it.
I looked over the balcony at her body. She was twisted into a weird shape. She'd broke her spine and skull from what I could tell. I raced down stairs, using vampire speed. Nobody could know that I'd killed her. They would begin to suspect that I was up to something, which, of course was true but I wasn't ready for them to know yet.
I flashed over to her, checking for a pulse - there wasn't any. She was dead. I swung her limp body over my shoulder and flashed all the way to the Common Grounds. I dumped her body outside, in the alley, where no one expect I could see into.
It would be okay, for now. I would only have to hide it until tomorrow afternoon. By then, Amelie would be dead and Morganville would be mine. Then, I could admit to killing Claire Danvers and nobody could say anything since I would be the ruler then.
I barely slept that night. Generally, vampires don't sleep a lot anyway, but tonight was even worse. I got about an hour and a half's sleep before I was rudely awoken by the sound of my phone bleeping. I considered launching it out the window, but I held onto my patience long enough to read what the text said.
We have a problem, meet me as soon as possible. Amelie.
I smiled to myself. I guess I wouldn't have to figure out a way to manipulate Amelie into meeting me alone. She was doing that for me. Today, everything was going right.
Claire's POV-
Dark. That's all I could see. Dark and it's darkness. There was no sound, no smells, no light. Just nothingess for everything I knew. The only reason I knew I was even awake was my thoughts swirling around in my brain and the burning. Was this what being dead felt like?
The back of my throat burnt. I felt tired and sick, but different. It wasn't painful, like I logically knew it should be and my body didn't hurt how it should. My head should be pounding from the fall and my chest and breathing should be wheezy from the broken ribs, but no. All I felt was the burning sensation.
Suddenly, light began to trickle into my eyes. Slowly, but surely, I was starting to make out shapes. Then I opened my eyes. Wait! Wasn't I dead? I fell from a 10 story building for God's sake!
I sat up slowly, where the hell was I? Next to me was a 7 foot wall and some black bin bags full of rubbish. I looked up, the sky was bright blue. I could smell something. That was strange, I shouldn't be able to... Wait! Was that coffee I could smell?
I stood up quickly and followed the scent to a door. I put my eye to it, trying to work out something. At first I couldn't hear anything, but when I listened - really listened - I could make out voices and conversations. I heard someone asking for an espresso and some girls gossiping and laughing. Coffee and drama? That could only mean 1 thing; I was at the Common Grounds.
I was about to burst inside and ask Oliver what had happened when everything came back to me. Being kidnapped. The phone call. Myrnin rescuing me. My 'conversation' with Amelie. My argument with Oliver. Being pushed over the roof of the hospital.
My memories were coming back to me now. Slowly, but surely. I started to panic. What day was it? What time? Would Oliver have gotten to Amelie already? I had to get to her. I felt my pockets for my phone but they were empty. Then I realised that I was still wore my grey sweatpants and band t-shirt and socks. Great. But still, I had to get to Amelie.
I ran out to the front of the Common Grounds as fast as I could. It took me less than a few seconds. What the hell? Why did I run so fast? Why was my throat still burning like hell?
Then another memory flashed back into my head. This time it was when Amelie changed Michael into a vampire. She'd fed him blood then killed him.
No no no no no no no no no.
This couldn't be happening. Myrnin fed me his blood then Oliver pushed me over the side of the hospital, killing me.
I was a vampire.