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Claire's Point of View

In my room, I lay on the bed hoping Michael is alright. I took out my study book and flicked to the periodic table. It was a thing of mine to go through them and memorize them. Myrnin liked it when I could receit them off by heart.

When I was sure I could tell Myrnin every single element and what they mean, I put away the book and went to the window. Nothing was happening. Apart from the people enjoying the sunshine and the students inside the campus cafe.

A movement in the trees caught my eye. I stared at the bush for a moment, then it rustled again and Michael stepped from behind it. I stared at him confused. Wasn't he supposed to be home with a broken neck? Or at least recovering?

Michael caught me and beckoned for me to come to him. After some hesitation - it could be Christopher... Oliver said he had escaped hadn't he? - I got my jacket and put on my shoes and went downstairs.

Getting my coat from the cupboard I went to the kitchen, but Amelie's guard is there. "The Founder says you need to report to her on where your going."

"Myrnin's. Tell her that."

"Guards." Amelie called. The guard glanced at me, then went to Amelie's office. I took the chance and went out the door, putting on my coat and gloves. Then I set off to where I had seen Michael.

I had seen him by the campus cafe, so I waited in the shadows and looked around. When there was no sign of him, I sighed and contemplated going back to the house when a tap on my shoulder startled me.

I spun around the see Michael right behind me. "Can you please not do that? Everyone does that to me lately and its annoying."

"Sorry. Anyway I just wanted to see you. It's like a rebel against the orders of the Founder." Michael said, shrugging a shoulder.

"Oh, you didn't have to do this. We would see each other tomorrow at the funeral remember?"

"Yes, but then we won't be able to see each other anytime after that. Let's just have a nice time together now before the depressing day tomorrow."

I thought for a moment. "I told Amelie that I was going to Myrnin's... She's kind of... possessive of me, so she will probably think up an idea to go to Myrnin to check I'm there." I said. Damn why didn't I think of that?

"I'll go and ask her." Michael said, turning around. Before he could walk off, I grabbed his arm.

"Wait, what? You were at her throat the last time and she broke your neck. Why are you going back there? Are you crazy?" I asked, wondering if his broken neck had affected his thinking.

"I know. She really likes you, I get that. I'll just say I'll be taking you to Myrnin's."

"She'll never believe you. She will send one of her guards with us to make sure or she will come herself." I said, trying to talk reason to him.

But he wasn't listening. He shook off my arm and ran away. I groaned and leaned against the wall of the coffee shop. A mother and her child walked past and as soon as her mother saw me, she paled and quickly led her child away. I thought back to the time I first got here; it felt like a lifetime - a lot of lifetimes - ago, but a mother and a child had done that too.

"Claire." I spun around and there was Amelie.

"Um... Where's Michael? What have you done with him?" I asked, afraid she had actually killed him and stuffed his body somewhere.

"Relax he's at my house being held by the guards. I needed to make sure he wasn't lying." Amelie walked up to me and stopped in front of me.

"He just wants to see me more often. Why can't you see that?" Amelie touched my cheek, but she looked to be in pain. "Are you okay, Amelie?"

"I'm fine, honestly. I just don't want you to get hurt." She said.

"Michael would never hurt me." I said. "He never has. Let him see me more often, and you won't regret it."

Amelie sighed. "I can't, I'm sorry."

Then to my surprise, she pinned against the wall by my neck. "Amelie what are you doing?" I struggled to get her hand off, to no avail.

"Just relax. I don't need you... Yet." She said and then bit me. I screamed and struggled more and then everything went black.

Christopher's Point of View

I drank until I was sure that Amelie's body wasn't going to fall apart or drop dead on me. Then I let go of Claire, who crumpled to the ground.

"Hmm where to put you?" I said to myself. A sharp pain shot through - or Amelie's - head. "Ah! What the bloody hell was that?" This was proving more difficult then I thought. No-one said that the bodies you take were going to fight back. The blond guys body gave me excruciating pain throughout the body and painful migraines. I really hope the same wasn't happening to this body.

I picked up Claire and put her in the storage room of the coffee shop. Now I had almost figured out what Amelie's feelings were for Claire, I decided to go to and see Oliver and see if he knows anything. It might be a little hard, seeing as he put me in a cell and interrogated me, but it had to be done.

Arriving at the coffee shop in no time at all, I walked in. Oliver wasn't at the counter so I went to the office and hesitated before knocking on the door.

The door opened and Oliver looked a little surprised to see me. "Amelie. What are you doing here?"

"I came to speak with you, if you don't mind." I said. Oliver shrugged and opened the door wider. I walked in and sat down on the chair... Which I found just a tiny bit difficult. Great, now I'm getting stiff... What next?

"What is it?" Oliver asked standing to the side.

"What do you mean when you were talking about my "emergency with Claire?" I asked, picking it out of her memories.

"It was about Christopher." Oliver said.

"And you were worried that he would escape?"

"No. It was just... Are you okay?" Oliver asked, frowning at me. Damn, how Amelie remain so stoic all of the time?

"I'm fine, really." I said. "What we're you going to say?"

"You don't look fine." Oliver grabbed my chin and raised it, so I was looking directly into his eyes. I slapped his arm away and glared.

"Don't avoid the question. What were you going to say?" I demanded.

Oliver stared at me intently. Hurry up, before I get a new migraine. "Just some more notes on Christopher."

"Can I see them?" I asked. Oliver shook his head.

"Stay here for a bit."

"What? Just show them to me. You know what I did to Myrnin last time." I threatened him.

"No need to get angry over notes. Who's to say I didn't shred them?" Oliver asked. I frowned then felt a burst of anger.

"You didn't..." I stood up quickly, which was a mistake. Extreme pain shot through my head and down my body to the base of Amelie's rib cage. I held my head and leaned on the desk.

"What's wrong Amelie? Or should I say Christopher?" Oliver asked. My gaze snapped to him. Panting slightly, I stood up straight.

"What are you talking about? I have no idea where this has come from."

"Another one of your tricks? It doesn't seem to be agreeing with you, does it?" He asked. "Get out of her body now."

Baring fangs, I growled. "Do not think I am Christopher. You know I despise him."

"Stop playing games." Oliver said, putting on gloves. "Or this will be going the hard way. I gave you plenty of chances."

I stared at him for a long while. He could just be testing me... Or maybe I haven't been inside his head, so I wouldn't know. I stared him straight into he eyes. "I'm not Christopher."

Oliver laughed once, humourless. "Fine. Your choice." He grabbed my neck and slammed me against the wall. Pain radiated from my head down my neck. I groaned and grabbed Oliver's arm but he slammed me to the ground. "Ah!"

"Sorry in advance, Amelie - the real one." Oliver said and slammed me into the wall again. This time the pain was so intense, I felt it around my whole body then next thing I knew, it was black and I was thrown forward. When the light came back, Amelie was in Oliver's arms and I was on the floor. I panted and got up. "Don't even think about it."

"Try and stop me." I ran to the floor and collapsed in pain; Oliver had broken my leg.

"Try to run again and I will break something else." He growled. Then he picked up Amelie and put her on a chair, using his jacket as a pillow.

Then he turned back to me. "Now your going to tell me what the hell you are doing."

"What if I don't?" I asked. Oliver smiles - not nicely - and brought out a long sharp knife.

"Then we'll see if you still live without a body."

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