Chapter 7:

For spritesinger, the only person to review last chapter. Hope you enjoy prom! (or enjoyed it if you are reading this after the amazing time we shall all have together!)

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Amelie's POV:

"Dear God, please tell me that you have not pledged to work with your Father, Amelie," Myrnin sighed as they began their journey to their current home in the nearby area to the Stonehenge meeting area of the vampire Elders. But Amelie wasn't paying attention: she was still entirely caught up on the fact that she was the new 'recruit', in a sense, to the vampire Elders. Be it along with her Father or not, she was certainly closer to her dream goal as the eldest vampire in the world.

Finally, she responded. "Did I swear an oath?" she questioned her friend, sounding as if she thought he was entirely stupid. "No, I did not… therefore; I have not pledged anything, dear Myrnin. We are simply working as allies, though my opinion of the partnership between the pair of us is not the most savoury and I shall have no qualms in destroying it as easily as I formed it."

Oliver shook his head, actually daring to challenge the daughter of the mad man who had been on a killing spree around Europe. "Amelie, you really think that you have a chance against that man?" he asked her in disbelief, causing her to stop and snarl at him.

"I suppose that you have forgotten that he thinks I am a sweet and innocent woman who has you two killing everyone," she snapped at him, giving a snapshot display of the innocence she was playing on. "Therefore, I find that it is you two in danger of being killed by him for he shall believe that you are the power behind the killings; I am just the brains, he believes. And to look at you two, I would agree with him," she continued, showing her entire lack of concern for her friends, showing how she would even abandon those two if it allowed her more chance for power.

The men gulped as they realised just how power hungry their friend was, just how far she would go to get the power that she wanted. But then they nodded, for the first time in tandem with one another, and knew that they would support Amelie no matter what happened. With the choice being Amelie or Bishop, they would much rather have Amelie their side than against.

"Sorry," Myrnin muttered, deciding it was better to apologise and clear the air in opposition to keeping her angry. "But… you have to recognise that he is going to back track on his word as well," he continued blindly, causing Oliver to heave a sigh of annoyance that he would sort everything out and then go and knock down the peace walls once again.

Amelie sighed and began to walk once again, contemplating her response as she did. "I know that he will come against me and want to fight with me, simply because he knows that I desire power. However, he thinks that I am working with him and I shall use that to my advantage. I can assure you, gentlemen, that whilst he apprehends that I am working with him, I shall be fighting every single moment to bring him down," she said furiously, striding faster and faster as she tried to vent some of her frustration.

Myrnin and Oliver exchanged nods, entirely civil for a change, and knew that she meant every word she said. So they scurried after her and all headed home, wondering where their next target would be found…

One month later…

As of yet, they were yet to find another target: the last meeting hadn't held many opportunities for Amelie to identify which of the Elders lived in the British Isles, so she decided not to go out seeking vampires who may be so much younger than her dear self. However, as more time passed, she grew more and more impatient, unable to stop pacing for hours on end. She was frustrated and had no energy outlet for the desire she had to go out and kill more Elders, to move herself further up the list towards being the Eldest.

"Amelie, there is a vampire at the door looking for you and only you," Myrnin's dry voice called through the house, evidence to show how upset he was that he was being entirely ignored by the visitor.

Her intrigue sparked, she flew down the stairs to be greeted with one of the vampire Elders she knew by sight from the meetings she had already eavesdropped on. "Who, may I ask, are you?" she asked suspiciously, playing her roll to the max: she had to pretend that she had never had never laid eyes on this enigmatic man standing before her in the entrance to her home.

"I, dearest Amelie, am Theo, one of the Elders on the Vampire Council of Elders," he announced pompously. "You have reached the stage, at your age, where you have been invited to join in one of the places recently vacated by slain vampires; therefore, we would like to extend an invitation to join us."

She smiled at this formal invitation, the one she had been waiting for, and nodded whilst curtseying to her elders, as she had been taught. "Yes, I would much like to join the Elder Council," she agreed with a touch of pride to her voice. She had been waiting for this moment for almost a century now and she was going to relish the chance to get so much extra information in regards to her fellow Elders.

Theo nodded and handed her a black robe, identical to the ones she had seen the other Elders – barring the Eldest – wearing at the meetings. "You are to wear this to the meeting, which shall be held in three months time, on the eve of the Full Moon, at Stonehenge. It is not too far from here; have you been before?" he inquired, causing Amelie's suspicion levels to dramatically increase. Perhaps he saw me before; perhaps he knows I have spied on them.

But, as usual, she played up her role to perfection, levelling him off with a steady gaze. "Stonehenge? I have heard of it, yes, but being French I have yet to allocate myself time to see the apparent wonders of this country," she smiled slightly but it never reached her eyes, she wondering how far away he lived for how quickly she could get rid of him. She disliked him already, she decided rashly, but she knew he had to die anyway.

"Very well, I shall see you there – and you are not to bring this fool or the other one who lives across the street," Theo snapped at her.

"I understand. Have a safe journey home," she felt almost ironic in saying it because it would be humans who needed the well wishing, not vampires. But she shut the door and waited till she could no longer hear him before smiling at Myrnin and physically hugging him. "I am within the walls of the organisation, Myrnin, and I shall soon have it under my control!"

And with that, she laughed slightly and knew that she had two months to rest in preparation for heavy slaughtering following the next meeting…

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