Snapping the Links.
Oliver.
"Listen to me. Stay awake, and don't try to move the- it, okay? Where's your phone?" Olivers asks her, determined to keep her alive for Amelie's sake. He doesn't always like Claire, and it is sometimes very tempting to just eat her like he should have done months ago, but there is no denying that she had done much for the town since she arrived.
When Claire nods towards her pocket, he reaches gingerly for it, trying not to disturb her to much. He goes to the speedial, and there it is, the number he needs.
"Amelie? It's Oliver. Claire's been stabbed."
"What?" Amelie asks, and Oliver can just imagine the icy glare he would be recieving right...about...now.
"I said, although you undoubtably heard me the first time I said it, that Claire has been stabbed!" Oliver snaps- he loves Amelie, but one day she was going to push him too far, and then- well, lets just say that he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. Although, most likely many would be aware of them.
A few seconds silence greets his re-instated comment, before Amelie's voice rings through the airwaves.
"Bring her here."
That was it. No more instructions, no wishes for Claire to get well soon, or even orders for Oliver to send condolances to the Glass house, and that is how Oliver knows what Amelie has in store. Fricking Fantastic.
He hangs up and shifts his arms slightly, planning on lifting Claire so he can grab a portal, until Claire unwillingly gasps from between her gritted teeth, unable to remain silent as the pain and the darkness begin to overwhelm her. Dammit.
Oliver calls the Vampires that came to help him over, away from Captain Obvious' mutilated body. "Dispose of that," he sneers, "and then help me lift her."
The other Vampires move in what would be a blur in the faded daylight- the spring sunshine had turned into a spring shower, so the younger ones could stay out for a few minutes, and Oliver's skin wasn't affected at all. Seconds later, they surround him once more, and are waiting for his orders.
"Right, ok. You," he points to a trusted Vampire by the name of Dmitri, "grab her legs- gently- and help me lift her. The rest of you make sure no humans follow us."
Carefully, Oliver and Dmitri lift Claire so that she lies completly flat between the two of them, as any contortion would twist the knife in further, causing more pain than shes already dealing with, and carry her into the nearest alley.
"Now what?" Dmitri asks, his strong Russian accent puncuating the near-still air, which is continuingly chilling, and has been doing so since before Claire's attack.
"Pass her here." Oliver grunts, spacing his arms so that he can cary all of her, and nods to Dmitri when he places her delicatly. "Tell that lot that they're done. And thanks."
Once Dmitri leaves the alley, and the sounds of Vampires moving has faded in the distance, Oliver focuses on the room where Amelie should be- a plush, cream carpet (replacing the one ruined during Bishop's reign), a mahogony desk littered tidily with new laws and requests, pale lamps in the corners to add a sense of comfort to Amelie's second home...
The portal appears, and through it is Amelie in her office, watching Claire and Oliver with a look of I-WILL-EAT-YOU-IF-YOU-GET-IN-MY-WAY on her face, before turning away and swiping her arm over the desk, clearing it of items (Dont tell anyone, but Oliver finds this strangly arousing. Seriously, dont tell anyone, or he will utterly destroy you. His... affection for Amelie, in his eyes, is normally a weakness that his enemies can and will use to their advantage.) Oliver steps through calmly, and places Claire on the now cleared table, trying desperatly to ignore her weak cries of pain. He can sense her life fading away in every drop of blood dripping onto the mahogony desk, in every shade her skin gets paler by, in every flicker of her closed eyes. Amelie steps back into his view, and Oliver looks up, knowing already that he needs to stay here, both for Claire and his queen. His love.
"You should leave, Oliver. Someone needs to alert the Residents of the Glass House." Amelie says, sounding almost human for a few moments, even though she is the coldest and cruelest Vampire in the past few hundred years, with the obvious exception of Bishop. She truly is her Father's Daughter.
Oliver looks her in the eyes, and the steel colouring, at the lack of emotions, and knows that if he refuses she'll simply order him to, and in all honesty, he'd rather avoid that. Having no free will hurts both his body and his ego.
"Fine, but I'll be back."
And with those five words, he rushes out of the room, hoping against hope that Amelie will wait for him to come back before ending Claire's life and risking her own immortality.
*That chapter kinda sucked, so to make it up to you... Hmm. Lets see...
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