Chapter 23 – Confusion
Amelie's POV
I didn't know how to react. He had created her and then he had tried to kill her? And, as Miranda had stated, there had been plenty drama in between both events. I didn't know what to think about what Sam had said, because I knew it was true. I didn't want to think like that but I couldn't stop myself. No matter what your creator does to you, no matter how terribly they treat you, no matter how deep your hatred for them may burn, it is impossible to fight the feeling that you have to protect them, unless they tell you not to, because you have to do exactly what they say.
I remembered the first ever person I turned. Her name was Sonya; she had been excluded from her family and lived in no specific place other than earth. She had always joked about it, her address being: Planet Earth, Milky-Way Galaxy, (and the postcode was her favourite part) SS0 NYA. For every day of her immortal life, Sonya had vowed to protect me under every circumstance that I would ever need protected in. She had dedicated her life to serving me and I loved it – because that was what we did. We found a person that had no one to live for and made them into the "better" version of themselves – that was what we always called it. And then they would be overly grateful and think that they owed you their life.
However, I never would have dreamed of hurting her, let alone killing her! How twisted his mind must have been when he tried to stake a vampire whom he had created. I understand it from the point of view that she had tried to kill him, but he obviously knew that she wouldn't have been able to go through with it – he just said so himself. And the fact that they had been in a relationship just added to the list of reasons why she wouldn't be able to kill him.
It would probably seem strange to any person as to how a vampire could know what their "science projects" are thinking and why they act the way they do, but to become a vampire they had to go through the same thing – and it is much worse when you are one of the first vampires to be created and you don't have a clue what is happening to you. Especially if you were created in a lab rather than in the "natural" way you could have been.
My thoughts were starting to part and I was beginning to see everything for what it was at the present moment, and at the present moment, everyone was staring at me – all except Sam and Miranda who continued to glance at each other every twenty seconds.
"Did you turn her before or after you got involved with her?" I asked.
Sam replied, "After."
"So you had feelings for him when he turned you?"
Miranda replied, "Yes."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the smirk that twisted Sam's lips into his messed up version of a smile. "You are much too smug at this moment in time. You think you're clever? Hurting someone that you turned both physically and emotionally but knowing that she would never be able to do the same things to you because she was in love with you. You are pathetic, and you are a coward."
"I think we both know how incorrect that statement is, Amelie."
"Actually, I think we both know how correct that statement is, Sam. We both know just exactly what lengths you would go to just for your own selfish survival. Claire's child, for example, you're very great grandchild, will die because you cannot handle the fact that your life needs to end before another can start. Have you not lived a full and satisfactory enough life already that you cannot let it go for another to live?"
He looked at me in a way that showed he was considering my points, although that look and consideration withered terribly quickly and he had already justified his selfish actions to himself. "I have lived a very satisfying life in some aspects, but there is much more that I have to do, so many more things in which I have to s–" he was interrupted...
By me, "You have been alive for several thousand years and you can't spare your life for the life of your own bloodline? That is cowardice, and that is what will be the death of you, Samuel Danvers."
I didn't know what else to say, or what else to do, so I barged passed the person that I hated most out of the many people I knew – and had known – in this world and listened to the amused laugh that spilled from his mouth.
Claire's POV
None of us knew what to do. We either stayed where we were or followed Amelie as she passed Sam. If I hadn't been pregnant, I would have followed in Amelie's footsteps; shout at Sam as if my life depended on it, and then shove him out of the way as I walked forward. But I was pregnant, and I couldn't risk him hurting the baby when it hadn't done anything wrong.
I didn't know what to call it. Not in the way of boy or girl, but the scientific explanations of the child growing inside of me. I knew that I was pregnant, which was more than I could have asked for in this current situation, but I didn't know how far on I was – weeks, maybe months? I didn't think it would be as much as months, but how was I supposed to know? How were any of us supposed to know anything? Everything that we were told seemed to be based on a pyramid of lies, and just like cheerleaders in a pyramid, it would eventually fall, leaving chaos behind for us to deal with.
I looked forward and watched Amelie walk away, not seeming to care whether or not we followed behind. I hadn't seen her that annoyed in a long time, and I wasn't sure exactly what boiled under her skin that made her hate Sam in such a manner; actually, that wasn't true when I thought about it. Along with hating him for the same reasons that I did, she also hated him for things that I had no knowledge of, or only partial knowledge of.
I turned from Amelie to Sam, and the smile on his face horrified me more than the thought of dying myself.