I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. Sleeping in jeans is never a comfortable idea. I got out of bed and went downstairs. Jason was nowhere to be seen. There was just a note on the living room table.

Gone to see Oliver. -J

That was it. No, "hope you had a good sleep!" or anything like that. Jason was a weird guy. Nice for one minute, rude for the next couple hours. I left his house and headed towards my own. Eventually, after what felt like a year of walking, I found my house. For a town so small, Morganville sure had a confusing layout.

When I walked in the front door, no one was home. There was no note at all here. No one had even missed me. The kitchen was a mess again, more beer bottles were piled up on the counter. There was a broken plate in the living room.

After cleaning up the mess I went upstairs. I loved my room. It was the biggest in the house, and had two doors of it's own. There was even a fireplace in it. I didn't have much stuff to fill it with, though. Just the bed, my bookshelf, and my clothing. All my posters, pictures, and knick knacks were still packed. Even after just moving my room had more personal character than Jason's.

I grabbed a dress out of my closer, red, with a black belt at the waist. I loved the way it looked against my blonde hair and pale skin. After a quick shower I headed out to Common Grounds. My shift started in half an hour and I wanted a coffee first.

When I got to Common Grounds, I was surprised. There was a large sign in the window that said, "Closed for the day". The shutters were closed and I couldn't see inside. There was another, smaller note beneath the first one. "Employees enter through back".

Huh?

I'd never been in the back of Common Grounds. Not even to get extra coffee beans. Oliver was always right there to get it. Yet the note had to of been for me. I was pretty sure I was the only person schedualed to work today. I hadn't even actually met my cooworker yet.

I walked around the building and found the back door. It was locked. I decided to knock. If I was expected to be here and didn't show up, Oliver would probably fire me. Or yell at me. Or worse.

"Finally." Jason said, answering the door. He ushered me inside.

"Hey." I said, feeling awkward.

"Look, Emma, we're not friends, okay? The only reason we even talk to each other is because those are my orders from Oliver. Let's not pretend like it's anything different." He said, not sounding angry, just bored.

I didn't reply. That stung . I knew that Jason didn't actually like me. That was obvious. But to hear someone so bluntly say that they didn't want anything to do with you, but were forced to? Well, that hurt.

"Emma. You're here. We have a lot to do today. Jason, you can leave. Just be sure to be back in time." Oliver told him. He waved his hand in dismissal. Jason's whole body tensed, but he obeyed. I bet he didn't like being ordered around. "And trust me, you don't want to be late. It would be very unfortunate for you."

Once Jason was gone, I turned to face Oliver. We were in a large room. I didn't know there was this much space behind Common Grounds. Weirdly enough, though, there wasn't coffee supplies back here. Or torture instruments. What I did see was a pale blue coloured dress suit and a bunch of hair and make-up products.

"What's going on?" I asked. Then, just in case, added a "sir".

"Well, you see, I have a little plan. It involves you, of course, and the founder of Morganville. That's really all you need to know." He said, then ussured me over to the only chair in the room. "What I'm going to ask is that you obey what I say. Got it?"

I nodded.

"Alright, I need you to listen carefully. After we're finished here, you're going to go out back and get into the car there. Jason will be driving. You guys are going to drive around for about ten minutes, then arrive at founders square. After that, I want you to enter the town hall. Once there, a bunch of people should bring you to a large room where I will be seated. I want you to just come over to me, sit down, and be quite." He said slowly, making sure I understood. "Clear?"

"Yes. I guess if I ask why I won't get an answer?"

"Definitely not." Oliver said, with a small smile. "Let's get started."

Apparently, Oliver wanted to play make-over with me. He said it wasn't going to be any permanant changes, he just needed me to dress up for the big meeting. First I had to dress in the dress suit. It was a nice shade that complimented my eyes, but it felt stiff and stuffy. Too proffesional. Then Oliver did my make up. When I looked in the mirror, not much had changed, but I looked older and maybe slightly less dramatic than I usually did with the eyeliner. I looked at least twenty-five. Then came the hair. Oliver spent the longest amount of time on the hair. He put it up in some elaborate up-do that reminded me of something a queen would do with her hair.

"What do you think?" Oliver asked when he was finished.

"I look... like a cross between a lawyer and the queen. Though much younger." I replied.

"You're right." Oliver said, after taking a long look at his finished product. "I have to get going. You can go meet Jason now. Oh, and Emma. I forgot to mention that a few people might mistake you for someone else. Do not correct them. Except for maybe Jason."

I nodded, confused. Oliver left very quickly. I walked out the back door to see silver car. Jason was seated as the driver. I got in on the passenger side and waited for him to take off. He did, right away, without even looking at me.

Once he did look at me, though, his eyes bulged out of his head. "Amelie! I was supposed to be meeting someone for Oliver. What are you doing here?" He asked. He looked suddenly nervouse.

"What are you talking about?"I asked him. This was a weird day.

"Emma?" He said, looking even more shocked. He took a good look at me. "It really is you. Holy shit. You look just like her. Except for the eyes. Your's are darker blue."

"Like who? Amelie? Who is she?"

"Just the most important vampire alive, depending on who you ask. Also, the founder of Morganville. I don't see why he'd dress you up like that and not tell you who she is." Jason said, shaking his head.

I paled a little. "Why would he want me to dress up exactly like some powerful vampire woman?" I asked, feeling suddenly frightened. I couldn't see how this could be a positive thing.

"Who knows? Guess you'll find out." He said, and then ignored me for the rest of the ride.

When we arrived in Founders square, I was amazed. It was the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. It looked like something out of old London. Or maybe France.

"Oh, my god. This place is... beautiful." I said, smiling.

"Don't get too attached. You're not really supposed to be here. This is more a place for the vampires than the humans." Jason said. He pulled up infront of the biggest building in the square. "Here we are. The place where you may possibly die."

"Screw off." I said angrily, and left the car. I walked up the steps and into the building. The second I entered, I was greeted by a tall, young man. He was probably somewhere in his early twenties. He was cute.

"Amelie?" He asked. His voice was cute too. Deep and sexy and mature. I smiled at him.

"I'm supposed to meet Oliver?" I asked, hoping he would lead me to where I was supposed to go.

"Weren't you just... in-nevermind. I must be losing it." He said, and led me down a hallways.

Oliver's point of veiw.

"So, where is your new pet, Oliver?" Amelie asked me. She looked cool and collected, as always.

"She'll be here." I replied just as cooly. With Amelie and I, it was always about your game face. The first one to drop it lost.

"I don't know why you insisted on her being in the meeting. You know we don't allow favorites in just because we favor them." Amelia said, looking annoyed and bored.

"Claire has been in these meetings before." I pointed out.

"Claire is a valuable asset, Oliver. You know that without here our town would have fallen apart." She said with a slight flash of anger.

"I refuse to believe that we were all saved by one little human. If it hadn't been for her we wouldn't have all lost our memories in the first place." I repeated, anger also in my words. "Plus, she's very important."

Just as I finished speaking, Emma walked in, accompanied by Richard Morrel.

"Ah, here she is now. Amelia, meet Emma. Emma,meet Amelie." I said, standing up.

Richard looked between Emma and Amelie, confused. Emma just did as I told her and came to sit in the seat beside mine.

"It's so nice to have you both finally meet." I said, and almost laughed out loud at the exression on Amelie's face.

Emma's POV

The similarities between Amelia and myself were scary. Jason was right, though. The eyes were different. Hers were a lighter blue, and held a coolness in them that I never had in mine. Everyone in the room seemed to be in some sort of stage of shock, except for Oliver. He had a pleasant smile on his face.

"What is the meaning of this, Oliver?" Amelie asked. She looked angry now. "This isn't possible."

"You'd think, yet here she is." He said smugly. He looked like he was enjoying Amelie's shock.

Amelie came to stand beside me and looked me up and down. Then she ordered one of her gaurds to check me. I expected someone to search me for a weapon or something. Instead, I had a large man come over and sniff me.

The man shook his head. "Not a vampire, either. So there's not possibility of her being some sort of offspring of Bishop's. Yet she somehow must be related to me." Amelie said while shaking her head. "Oliver, you're dismissed. Same for you, Richard."

Oliver looked angry all of a sudden. "What do you mean I'm dismissed?" He said, the anger on his face reflecting in his voice.

"Well, it's obvious that Emma and I need to have a talk. Get to the bottom of things." Amelie said, and used the same shooing motion on Oliver that he had earlier used on Jason.

Oliver looked as if he was going to protest but decided it was a lost cause. When Oliver and Richard, the cute guy who escorted me in, were gone, it was only Amelie, a few large men standing a few feet away, and me left in the room. It was definitely scary.

"Why are you here, in Morganville, Emma?" She asked, which was not what I expected. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that.

"Um, I don't really, um, know. My mother wanted to move away from the excitment in New York. She wanted a place to raise her soon-to-be-child that was calm. And she had attented TPU for a year. Full scholarship." I replied. "She liked it here, apparently. She said she missed it and decided to move here, I guess."

"That's quite unfortunate." She said casually.

"W-why is that?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I am the most important vampire. Ever. Do you know how hard it is for someone to raise a hand against me, or even just a finger? Virtually impossible. Yet you, you are fragile. Break-able." She said, sending a chill up my back. "The second anyone finds out that you have some sort of connection to me, family wise, things will get very bad for you. They might try to use you against me. Hurt you, thinking it would affect me."

She said that last part as if it was ubsurd.

"Then what do we do?" I asked. Amelie was frightening. More so than Oliver all vamped out, or the vampire who was stalking me last night. Amelie was cool, collected, yet she radiating power in a way that was move threatening than Oliver or the other vampires theatrical displays.

"Well, you better find a way to make sure Oliver keeps his mouth shut. And anyone else who knows about this unfortunate situation. Such as Richard. I suggest doing as Oliver says, for the time being. We'll find a suitable solution for this situation soon enough." Amelie said. It was freaky hearing someone talk to calmly about keeping me from getting killed.

"What kind of connection do I have with you?" I wanted to know. She was a vampire, and probably had been for a very long time. She said so herself that it was impossible for me to be related to her, yet the similarities in the looks was shocking.

"That is something I will leave you to figure out. If you find the proper answer, I would like for you to report back to me. If not, then I request that you keep your distance from me." She said, looking me straight in the eye and making me back up a step. "Being seen together could make people notice you enough to put the peices together, which I'm sure you don't want."

"No, ma'am." I said quietly.

"Good. You're free to go." She said, and waved me away as well.