Claire's point of view

"Okay, what was that?" Myrnin had his ear to Amelie's mouth again.

"Do sleeping people do this?" Myrnin asked, writing down on a piece of paper he had found.

"Well, some people sleep talk. And when some people are in a coma, they sometimes speak. What is she saying?"

"Hm. Well she was saying my name, then saying she had to get out. Then she was saying something Oliver." Myrnin said going down his list.

"Maybe she's dreaming?" I suggested. "Do vampires dream?"

"I don't know, do humans dream?"

"You were a human once, you should know." Myrnin gave me one of those looks that said, You should know that already.

"I'm 1,000 and something years old, I don't think I would remember something as minor and insignificant as dreaming when I was human."

I sighed. "So what do we do?" Myrnin was about to say something when he heard something. "What is it?"

"Myrnin!" said vampire disappeared in a flash. I decided to stay here and I sat on the bed. Maybe Amelie was having a nightmare? Well, you have got to have a few, after seeing everything over a huge span of time. I looked at the tube in her stomach. Myrnin had helpfully not warned me or anything that he was going to cut into her skin, then stomach and replace the bags. Then he had licked the blood of his hands. I had stared at him and he had said,

"What? It's still blood and mostly human." I still feel sick about that.

I looked at Amelie. She was still speaking but only Myrnin's hearing was sharp enough to decipher her words. "Myrnin!" Amelie said in a louder whisper, that I just about heard. I stood up quickly like the bed had electrocuted me.

I ran out of the bedroom into the lab, where Oliver had Myrnin against the wall by his neck. His red eyed gaze snapped to me.

"What's in the bedroom?" He demanded. I hesitated.

"N-Nothing." I said. Oliver let go of Myrnin and stormed to the bedroom. Myrnin grabbed Oliver's arm.

"No! I said you can't go in there!" Oliver bared his fangs and punched Myrnin then three him to the ground. Myrnin quickly recovered and sprang up.

"Don't touch me." He growled then stormed towards the bedroom. I got out of the way, no match for a pissed off vampire on a mission. Myrnin blocked the bedroom door.

"I said, you can't go in there. Amelie is probably just distracted, I don't know but you have to leave."

Oliver looked about to Myrnin. "The town is going to hell and Amelie is doing nothing about it. She went out on the streets in daylight and killed a human. So stop this, about her being distracted." He pushed Myrnin aside, hard so he crashed into a lab table and knocked over the glass vials. Oliver slammed open the door and froze.

I his behind a corner in the lab, where I was 90% sure I wouldn't get crushed and waited for the pounding or whatever Oliver was going to do.

Myrnin, meanwhile dusted himself off and cleared his throat. He glanced at me and went in.

"What. Have you. Done." Oliver said.

"Well, you see one of my experiments went wrong and now I can't wake her up. I have been trying to fix it, before you ask and the robot of Amelie has been taking over so no-one would notice her absence. Though the robot is not going to plan..." Myrnin said. I creeped out and looked around the corner.

"So when she was 4 hours late, you was actually making a robot of her?"

"Well, not me, I actually used the Interweb and contacted a human who makes robots." Myrnin said. Oliver was silent, then he threw Myrnin against the wall and held his neck; I'm sure I heard his windpipe getting crushed.

"Wait, Oliver please don't kill him!" I rushed in then stopped, out of grabbing distance.

"You knew." He said quietly, not looking at me. "What gave you the bright idea to test an experiment on Amelie?" He growled. Myrnin managed to get Oliver to loosen his grip a bit to talk.

"It was only to supposed to make her a little tired. I am working on it." He said in a half whisper. Oliver glared fiercely at him, then let him go.

"Do it, then. But I want her awake by the end of the week."

"What if we can't?" I asked. That is a real possibility. Oliver turned his glare to me.

"Then you won't have to worry about that." He said and stormed out slamming the door behind him.

Oliver's Point of View (dream world)

Once Amelie was unconsciou, I picked her up and went through the door to a silver room. Too long I had been trapped here. The disciples had imprisoned me here to make sure escape was impossible. But now I had Amelie, I could finally get out.

I laid Amelie on the silver table, using the pillow to keep her head up. I switched off the perception filter and reverted back to my original form. Being Oliver was only to trick Amelie that she was really in a dream.

I needed to hurry. The changing sky meant this place would cease to exist. The disciples must be getting paranoid, that I would try to escape. Well, they are too late.

The machine enables me to go back to the real world and essentially swap places. Amelie will forever be trapped here, but she shouldn't have to worry about eternity.

I placed Amelie's hands on two panels with hand imprints on them. Then I placed my hands on either side of her head. The machine hummed to life and cramping pain tore me, but no-one said it would be painless. The world turned white around me and I closed my eyes and felt myself jolting forward.

Silence.