"I will no longer hear of any of this nonsense!" Amelie yelled over the sounds of arguing, "Myrnin, open a portal for our guests and yourself and leave me in peace, so I can figure out what to do about Claire,"

"But.." Myrnin began.

"No, Myrnin!" Amelie yelled, "Oliver and I will talk about this... Alone!"

I saw Oliver look at the floor and smile mischeviously. Everything was going perfect for him. He hadn't needed to come up with an excuse to get Amelie alone, she'd done that for him. The Founder slumped herself down on to the red sofa that was in the corner of the room. She poured herself a glass of a drink that I couldn't make out and waiting for Myrnin to leave before drinking it. As soon as the door slammed shut, she gulped the drink down and sighed loudly.

"Is it true, Oliver?" She asked, sounding worn out. I guess she was. Being founder of a town as full of drama as Morgaville is can't be easy, surely. She had been tired for a while, most likely. The only difference was that her walls couldn't hold it up any longer. It was starting to bring her down.

Was that why Oliver had waited until now to finish her off? Waited until she trusted (and sometimes, even loved) him and at a time where he was stressed and off-guard? Even I had to admit that he was smart. A different 'smart' to Myrnin and I, but still very smart, just equally disgusting.

"Of course, Ma'am," He sounded upset that Amelie had questioned him even for a second, "Claire Danvers fooled us all. But then, again, she's a smart girl, of course she fooled us,"

Amelie sighed and clinked her glass onto the table next to the sofa as Oliver's eyes followed her, "It's just... It's just that she tried to warn me,"

"Who?"

"Claire,"

Oliver froze, hesitating for just a second, but long enough to make Amelie curious, surely, "Well... Well, what did she say to you?" He chuckled nervously, thinking that I might have given away his secret.

"I'm not sure, She just kept saying your name and then freaked out" Amelie told him quietly, "She must have known what you knew about her," Damnit. For a second, I thought that Amelie had figured it out but no, she was still falling for Oliver's little fake story, hook line and sinker.

Amelie looked down for a second and Oliver pulled out a silver stake with a wooden handle. It was obviously designed specificallly for Oliver. Whoever made it knew that he would kill Amelie. When Amelie looked up, I heard her gasp softly.

"No, Claire tried to warn you because she knew what I was going to do,"Oliver explained, anger seeping through his words, "But don't worry, I took care of her,"

"What do you mean?" Amelie asked, sounding younger than me. Her voice was high-pitches and it sounded innocent as she scooted quickly away from Oliver

"I killed her. I pushed her over the top of the building, it wasn't pretty trust me," Oliver told her, sounding proud of himself. I wanted to vomit. Was he seriously proud that he (even though he didn't) killed me? Wow, he was more phsyco than I'd ever thought.

It all happened in seconds, and I knew that if it wasn't for a mix of new vampire perks and adrenaline, I wouldn't have seen it all, let alone reacted to it. Oliver pulled a silver stake with a wooden handle out of his pocket and gave a creepy smile at Amelie who was still confused. He wasted no time launching at her, the stake extended.

Time seemed to pause at that moment as I stared into Amelie's face. She wore an expression I'd never seen before; a mix of pain and anger. That made sense, I guess. She had loved him and he betrayed her in the worst way. Of course, she was upset.

I ran, using my vampire speed and the element of surprise in front of Oliver, just as he pushed the stake towards Amelie. He pushed it into my shoulder as I reached out at him, grabbing his neck and twisting while still in mid-air. It felt strange, but a good strange. The vampire vision and speed was working well for me, wasn't it? I almost loved this vampire thing!

Oliver crumpled on to the floor and Amelie appeared behind me. She was taking deep breaths that she didn't really need, though I supposed that it was more a of an emotional thing than physical. She stared down at him with disappointment and I could have swore that I saw tears in her eyes, but she blinked them away so fast that even I couldn't see them properly.

I grabbed the stake in my shoulder and gave it a tug, before it could do any damage. It came straight out and my blood poured out onto my t-shirt but my body healed quickly, just not too quickly for Amelie to notice.

"It's different," she said in between a breath, "Your blood doesn't smell human," She stood up to face me, staring right down at me. She was probably searching for the signs that I was a vampire.

"I don't think that I am human anymore, Ma'am," I replied politely, and even I heard the twinge of sadness in my voice as it hit me was being a vampire meant. I'd be giving up so much: Science, food, innocence, trust, and most importantly, Shane. This time, my new-found fast healing from injuries couldn't stop my heart from breaking right down the centre.