Chapter 6:

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Amelie's POV:

No, he can't be here, she thought as she looked her Father in the eye. But, evidently, he was and she needed to focus on that. She couldn't risk focusing on the meeting; for fear that he would try and kill her because he had to know that she was going to come after him in the future, for fear that this could be her last minute on this earth. She knew just how ruthless her father was – she had seen it in action; she had learned this ruthlessness from him! But that didn't mean that she didn't see he was wrong – all she saw was a man who needed to be destroyed.

"Is that any way to greet your Father – without a single word?" Bishop said with a sly smile, being entirely ridiculous. "I didn't raise you to be so rude, Amelie," he continued, which finally invoked a reaction in her.

"You didn't raise me," she snapped, taking a step towards him in anger. Her fangs fell down as she contemplated fighting him there – but no, that would be silly. The Elders would hear and even if she won she would be destroyed for being present at their meeting. So a fight was out of the question. "All you did was try to make me a puppet version of yourself to work for you. My Mother raised me," she continued, her voice strong and unwavering as she stared at him in the face.

Bishop chuckled and it was a feral sound – not amused whatsoever. Myrnin and Oliver automatically took a step back from the feuding family members, knowing that if it boiled down to a fight, their friend would most likely lose – right now, at least. "Child, it is evident why you are here and I propose that we work together to destroy them. You can be my second and we can rule together, as the Bishop clan were supposed to do," he suggested, and she seemed to consider it – it would be easier for her to destroy him if he trusted her, at least slightly. And she could use the assistance in destroying every vampire older than herself.

"We may as well," she shrugged, seeming rather blasé about agreeing to work with her father, the man she hated. Oliver began to protest until Myrnin stood on his foot meaningfully, something he had always wanted to be able to do but never was allowed to by Amelie. Yet he had managed to save her in this situation – so she shouldn't care, right?

"I never thought you would actually agree to work with me; I was under the impression you hated me," Bishop said, revealing his shock as he stared at his daughter with a calculating expression. She didn't smile back but something about her expression showed innocence (something which Myrnin was convinced was fake) as she tried to make her Father believe that she wasn't going to kill him.

"Isn't it easier to work with someone if you are aiming for the same common end goal, rather than against them?" she asked rhetorically, walking around slowly. Her right hand grazed the tree's branches lightly and she plucked one of the leaves off in the same airy manner, proceeding to turn it into confetti – the only indication to her friends that she was tense. Amelie never fiddled with things… "After all, I do not have the inclination to be running around all over Europe after vampires. You have no inclination to come to England more than absolutely necessary, so we are in a win-win situation. You take care of all the vampires across the channel – barring Jonathon – and I shall ensure that there is not one vampire who could be debatably older than myself on the British Isles. Is this a fair agreement?" she summarised what would happen, smiling internally at how easily he had fallen for her. All she had to do was look innocent and men were putty in her hands – apparently, even her Father could fall for her charms. He didn't know how truly ruthless she was, how she had stood by and watched as a fire ravaged an entire town and killed everyone besides one small child. He didn't know how she had turned her back on that child and walked away as it screamed for help… he had no idea.

"And you will not try and double cross me?" Bishop confirmed slowly, seeming unable to believe that Amelie was able to destroy these much older vampires. "I assume that these two have fighting experience, and that they destroy them as well?" he motioned to the men who stood behind Amelie where she had stopped with the leaf, the chlorophyll from the life source of the tree staining her hand, albeit very slightly.

"Oh yes," she had said to him, furthering the idea that she was all lightness and innocence, unable to destroy a vampire older than her. She smiled this time, realising that she was actually telling the truth, just leaving out the fact that she didn't need them whatsoever – yet, at least. "Both destroyed two vampire Elders merely the other month… they are strong and able to fight for me, for us. Honestly, Father, did you really believe I had paid attention in those lessons you attempted to give me on fighting?" she lied simply, making it appear that she was simply one of those spoilt princesses who had everything handed to her on a plate.

"No, I didn't, but I had assumed when I saw you here," he said slowly. Then he extended his hand out to her. "And you will make an oath to me, that you will not cross me?" he asked, and she hesitated.

Finally, she responded, an icy smile on her face. "You know I have never sworn an oath to you and I am not planning on changing that status now; you shall have to trust me, father. I believe that that is not too much of an issue, especially for your kin?" she made it sound as if she would never do anything against him – even though she knew it was entire lies, and he probably did to.

He stared at her for a long moment, trying to identify something that would mean she was lying in her face. But there was nothing but sincerity there, so he finally nodded. "Very well, I shall take your word, Amelie. I do have rather a lot to do, since I am taking on the rest of Europe, but I shall meet with you at the next meeting, to see how you and your friends are progressing," he sneered as he spoke about her friends who stood just behind her.

"Yes, father, we shall," Amelie agreed, knowing that this was the outcome she had wanted – her father believing that she was entirely on his side, that power was enough from second eldest. "I believe it could be beneficial to actually find out what this meeting is about, now, so I propose we actually do what we all came to do and watch," she said, unable to continue the niceties with her father for much longer.

He agreed, so they all sat down on the floor and watched the proceedings unfolding in front of them… but Amelie could barely manage to stop herself attacking her father…

Just a few months more, and he will be dead, she promised herself, a sense of satisfaction making her feel so much better about being within 10m of her father…

"Fellow Elders, we have called this emergency meeting in order to find out what has been happening about our loss of fellow Elders," Jonathon said with a worried expression, his arms spread wide as he addressed his council.

"Where have they been disappearing?" one of the Elders called, evidently worried about what was happening.

"The majority of them have gone from France, but two of the English vampires have also been killed," Jonathon replied gravely, worry evident in his voice.

Idiot! Amelie thought about her father as she realised her plan of killing surreptitiously had gone out of the water with his mass killing.

"So what do we do?" another Elder asked, as if he wanted a fight. There was something about him that scared Amelie, and made her glad that her father would be destroying him – he was Italian.

"We need to simply ensure we are on our guard - we have no idea who these assailants are," Jonathon says with a heavy sigh, looking around the vampires congregated there.

"But we have lost many vampires; we must replenish these vampires we have lost; we must invite more vampires into our circle," he said, grinning slightly at the prospect of new blood in the group, people who could be more agreeable with him.

"Who is now on the top of the list?" someone asked once they had named the next 12 Elders to be joining them.

Jonathon sighed when he saw the next name, the next person who would be joining their ranks. "Bishop," he sighed. "And directly after that, Amelie, his daughter," he continued, evidently worried about the fact that there would be two of the Bishop bloodline in the Elders.

Amelie turned to look at her friends and realised that soon she would officially be at this meeting.

She couldn't wait!

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