Chapter 15

It was Thursday. My birthday. The day I ascend. I took a shower and took off to common grounds. I had work to do.

I walked in and saw Eve behind the counter. "Hey I need to talk to Oliver."

"He's in the back. Claire is everything okay?"

"Yeah. It's fine." I walked to a door that read Office, and I knocked.

"Come in." I opened the door then closed it behind me. "Claire what bring you here?"

"You said you could help me if I asked." Oliver nodded. " I need to speak with Amelia."

"I don't think that is possible Clair."

"You said you could help. Tell her I've got something to trade."

"What do you have to trade that Amelia would want?" He crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow.

"You just tell her that I have something she wants. Mention the name Samuel Danvers." I watched Oliver's eyes widen. I just turned and walked out of the room.

I walked out of common grounds and was caught off guard when someone grabbed me. They threw me into a van. Two girls piled on top of me and the one driving took off. I groaned to myself. "Get off me!" I yelled. They just laughed.

"You upset me freak. I don't forget things like that and neither does my boyfriend."

"Brandon? Jeez, at least get one with a pulse!" She punched me in the face. I closed my eyes and caused the van to crash. The two girls went flying through the air. I quickly jumped up and out the door. There was a church and I ran to it. The doors were locked and I used to open them. I closed them quickly and locked them back. I would just wait it out until they left.

I walked up the isle to one of the pews and laid down. I didn't notice the other person there. "Hello. You would be Claire I believe."

I slowly sat up, not taking my eyes off of the women slightly smiling. Light filtered in softly from the stained-glass windows and gave her a golden glow.

"I followed you," she said. "Although, in truth, I do like this church quite a bit. Very peaceful, don't you think? A sacred place. And one that grants those within it a certain…immunity from danger."

"Other words you wont kill me here?" I questioned. She knew I knew she was a vampire.

He smile widen a little. "I mean exactly that, my dear. The same goes for my guards, of course. I assure you, they're present. I'm never left alone. It is part of the curse of the position I hold." She smiled and tilted her head an elegant fraction. Everything about her was elegant, from the shining golden crown of her hair to the clothes she wore. She kinda reminded me of my mother in a way.

"My name is Amelia. You are in a sense, already acquainted with me, although you might not be aware of it."

"I-I know who you are."

"Please child don't be frightened. I absolutely assure you that no harm will come to you with me. I always give very clear warning before I do anything violent. And I'm pretty sure you would be able to stop me if I did try to kill you." I nodded my head and let my eyes bleed black. "That's what I presumed."

"You are very new to my town Claire, and I have rarely seen anyone disturb quite so many hornets in such a short time. First Monica, then Brandon, and I hear you turn to my dear Oliver for advice…..I find you interesting Claire. I find myself wondering about you. About who you are. Why you are."

"I'm the descendent of Samuel Danvers."

"So I assume you know who I am?" I nodded my head yes.

"I am the oldest vampire in the world. In a certain sense, I am the only vampire who matters." She said without any particular sense of pride. "Although others may have differing opinions, of course. But they would sadly, and fatally, wrong."

Just then I heard the back door crash open. "Oh crap." I said. Amelia looked at me in reproach. "Sorry."

"We are in a house of worship. Really, did no one teach your generation any sort of manners?"

I ducked behind a pew. I heard fast foot steps, and then Monica's voice. "Ma'am! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were-"

"But I am." Amelia said coolly. "Morrell, aren't you? I can never keep any of you straight."

"Monica."

"How charming." Amelia's voice changed from cool to ice-cold. "I'll have to ask you to leave, Miss Morrell. You do not belong here. My seal is on this place. You know the rules."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think-"

"Often the case. Go"

"But- there's - this- girl"

Amelia's voice turned into a hiss. "Are you questioning me?"

"No. I'm sorry." Monica said backing away.

Amelia rose up from the pew and looked down at me. "I suggest you go straight home little Claire." With that I got up and left. Amelia was intimidating and I didn't even think anything about the book. Now I just hope Oliver gets word to her.