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Claire's Point of View

I am in my bedroom, drawing flowers. I am terrible at drawing, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. I sighed. As I was badly drawing the petals, a memory surfaced. It was when me and Amelie slept together. I stopped drawing and thought about it again. There were so many feelings and emotions flying around then. I wonder if Amelie felt the same thing? I mean as far I know, she hadn't been with any other... girls I guess, except me.

I got off the bed and went downstairs. Amelie is in the office looking through papers and she looked up when she heard me. "Hello, Claire."

Suddenly my mind goes blank, but I couldn't go back upstairs or Amelie might just think I'm strange or there is something wrong and then I will have to tell her.. "Hi... um... About- um you know a few nights ago?" Great start...

"Why?" Amelie asked.

"Well... When we... uh you... You know... Spent the day in bed together." I said, awkwardly. I looked to the floor and rubbed my arm. I hadn't really thought this through and to be honest it was a little embarrassing.

"What about it?"

"Well... Did it... Actually never mind it's fine." I lose my nerve and went up the stairs, ignoring Amelie telling me to come back.

Amelie's Point of View

"Claire, come back." But the slam of the door upstairs told me enough. I got up, sorting the papers into a neat pile then went upstairs.

I knew what she was talking about and it wasn't like I hadn't thought of it. It had been spontaneous. I know if I had thought about it, it wouldn't have happened. I opened Claire's bedroom door and saw her sitting with her back to me on the bed.

"Claire."

"It's alright, Amelie I didn't know what I was talking about. It doesn't matter."

I walked over and sat on the bed, besides her. "I have thought about it."

"I was just wondering... because you haven't said anything about it... I know we didn't actually- But you... Um." Claire sighed. "I was just wondering that's all."

"You think I have slept with other men." I said. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry this is really awkward."

"Well, I have. But not as you might think. I certainly haven't done it with other women."

"Okay, so why did you do it with me?" Claire asked, mildly surprised. "I thought I wasn't your type."

"Well, so did I but I guess things change." I replied, shrugging slightly. "What about it did you want to talk about?"

"Did you feel anything?" She asked, quickly.

"Of course. But I have more experience in keeping my emotions contained so I didn't feel it as intensely as you."

"Oh, okay. Well I was wondering if-"

"That is a nice picture." I said, before she could finish her sentence. I had a guess at what she was going to say, but didn't want to find out.

"Oh this? It's all wonky and I'm really bad at drawing." Claire replied, after a hesitation.

"It's good." The bedroom door knocked and I went to answer it.

"I-It's Myrnin for you." Said the maid who let Michael leave with Claire.

"Thank you." I said then walked past her down the stairs. Myrnin is making something out of paper.

"Ah, Amelie look! This is what Claire taught me. It's a paper boat."

"It's looks more like a aeroplane." I said. "What do you want?"

"Michael wants to come and see Claire. He says because you like me and that I come in anyway and you don't mind at all."

"I wouldn't go that far. Where does he want to meet her?"

"Here. He said, so you don't become jealous and possessive and try to choke him again." Myrnin shrugged. I glared at him. "That's what he said, not me!"

"Fine. They meet here, bring him in." Myrnin smiles and left the living room, slamming the door shut on his way out. I would have said No, but Michael will see her at the funeral tonight, then he will not be able to see her tomorrow as he would have seen her enough today.

"Claire." I call up the stairs.

"Yeah?" Claire replied at the top of the stairs.

"Michael is here to visit you. Come into the living room." I went into the living room and sat down on the chair.

Claire came in and sat almost awkwardly down on the wooden chair next to my desk. "Why do you have to be here?"

"To make sure he doesn't kidnap you again."

"I told you he didn't-"

"I don't care. You live here now." I cut in, before she could finish her sentence. Claire sighed and leaned back. Myrnin came in followed by Michael.

"Can I get my hug now?" Myrnin asked. He's still going on about this...

"No. You can go now."

"Fine." He said. He turned to leave and then squeezed me. I pushed him off instantly.

"I said no hugs. You're not allowed here for a month. Go now." I ordered, glaring at him. Myrnin shrugged then waved at Claire and disappeared.

"You don't need to be here." Michael said.

"I'm not leaving."

"Claire?" Michael to Claire. "Tell her to leave. She does what you say." I really don't, I thought.

"Um... please Amelie, this is kind of private."

"No. I told you I'm not leaving." I said. Michael glared at me, then took Claire's arm and led her out. "Guards." Two of my guards appeared and pushed Michael back into the room.

"It's alright Michael, she's just making sure I don't leave." Claire said, seeing Michael's rising temper.

"It's not alright. We should be able to talk without her watching." Michael growled, then sighed.

"You shouldn't be worried about me being here, unless you have something to hide." I said, simply.

"Maybe this was a bad idea. Come on, let's go." Claire taking leading Michael to the door but he shook her arm off.

"No. I'm having this chance to talk to you, I'm not going to waste it."

Claire's Point of View

I'm beginning to think I have a calming effect on people. First, I stop Amelie from killing Michael, then her maid, then I calm Michael down.

I sit down facing Amelie, so Michael didn't have to.

"So, how have you been?" I asked.

"Alright I guess. The funeral is being prepared then after that, they will be buried and... everything else really." Michael shrugged.

"Cool. I will be able to come... I'm allowed this time even though I will be surrounded by guards."

"Only two of them will come." Amelie said.

"You don't need guards. No-one will try to hurt you."

"Amelie thinks you will kidnap me again... Even though the last time I said I would go with you." Maybe I shouldn't have said that, as Michael's eyes turned red and he would have possibly drove a stake into Amelie or something, but her guards threw him backwards.

"I didn't kidnap her!" Michael shouted. "She belongs with me, not trapped here. Take your compulsion off, so she can see what you really are and come back home with me."

Amelie raised an eyebrow at me and I looked down. Oops... I thought.

"I did not compel here. She chose to stay with me of her own free will." Amelie replied.

"Well the first time wasn't really my choice... But I like it here now." I said. Amelie gave me that look that said Shut up.

"You know what, I'll leave. See you at the funeral Claire." Michael said, pushing past the guards and slamming the door so hard, it bounced off the wood.

"Everyone really has to stop slamming doors." Amelie said, then stood up. "Well, that went well."

"Um yeah...You won't be mentioned when I eventually get there."

"It's for the best." Amelie agreed. "Now, it's time to get ready for the ceremony. I have picked out some clothes for you."

"Um... thanks. I will see you later, then." I got up and went upstairs. In my bedroom, I saw a black top with elbow length sleeves and black trousers and black slip on shoes. "Time to finally go the funeral."

What do yyou think? It may not be action packed but the talk about THE NIGHT was suggested by my awesome reviewer amyvampire1 (though you are awesome, those who read and review this story :D

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