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Claire's Point of View

I had finally got here. Funeral day. I just hope Amelie or I don't do something to mess it up. I sighed and looked at my outfit in the mirror.

Wow. I guess Amelie does have some sense in fashion. Even if it was mostly in black. I sighed and got my bag then headed downstairs, where Amelie is briefing her bodyguards. She looked up and I saw a slight mix of emotion - happy to see me (as always), and not happy because I am going to be spending time with Michael. How did it never cross my mind before that she was jealous?

"Claire, you look nice. These men will be guarding you until you get back. Have you got everything?" Amelie asked. I nodded then went to the kitchen to pick up red juice. That is what I'm going to call it now. I ran "blood" in my head a few times and it still made me queasy. "Have fun, I guess."

"I don't think I can have fun at a funeral." I said. Maybe Amelie hadn't been to one?

"Right. Off you go then. You wouldn't want to upset Michael would you." Amelie said, rather than asked and disappeared into the living room and shut the door. I sighed and went out of the garage door with the bodyguards following.

Amelie's Point of View

"You're jealous." Oliver said, leaning against the wall.

"I'm not. I just don't like her to be out of the house for long." I went to the desk and sorted through the papers, which had been left messing on the desk by Oliver.

"Oh, drop the act. You almost killed Michael because he convinced Claire to go with him. And now you can't stand them together."

"I don't feel jealousy." I put the paper into a neat pile. Oliver scoffed.

"Yeah right." He pushed off the wall and grabbed my arm. "Look me in the eye and tell me you have no problem at all with Claire seeing Michael."

I looked at Oliver. "I have no problem." Then I got my arm out of his grip.

Oliver chuckled. "Don't you think Claire would be more comfortable as Michael for her boyfriend?"

"What's your point, Oliver? If you're just here to annoy me, then leave." He was testing my patience and I just wanted the time to go by, so Claire can come back.

"Nothing. If you really don't have a problem, then why don't you go the funeral? They have had more run ins with you, than anyone else." Oliver picked up the letter opener and fiddled with it. I took it off him and put it back.

"I don't know them personally. Claire does."

Oliver is quiet for a moment then says, "Michael is coming around here after the funeral."

"Great." I looked though a folder and picked out a plastic wallet of papers on the City Hall. I didn't find anything I wanted, so it put I back.

"You sound happy."

"Am I supposed to be?"

"Try to sound a little more enthusiastic." Oliver said, then walked to the door. "When he comes round and he and Claire start spending time together, we'll see if you're jealous then." He opened the door then I heard the garage door opening and closing.

After he left I threw the folder off the desk and held my head in my hands. Oliver could just be lying about Michael coming. I'm not jealous... just protective.

I got up and went to the kitchen and made myself a cold drink. I sent the maid to clear up the mess in the living room. I'll make sure they stay away from each other.

Claire's Point of View

Arriving at the church, the guard opened the door and I got out. Michael is waiting for me and glared at the guards.

"Hi. I'm finally here." I said.

Michael smiles. "Yeah, finally. You can ditch them right?" He nodded to the guards.

"No. Amelie ordered them to be my shadow."

"Fine." Michael said, but wasn't happy. "Look around, I just need to go and talk with someone." He walked off to the trees.

"Right." I didn't want to go in; I could hear the echo of voices and that wouldn't do any favours for my hearing, so I sat down on the bench outside.

Then one of the guards pulled out a phone, typed something and put it away. "What is it?" But he ignored me.

Well this is eventful... I thought. No-one coming after me trying to kill me or anything life threatening...

"Claire." I jumped and spun around. Christopher stood behind me smiling. I just had to jinx it, didn't I?

"The Founder has ordered you to stay away." The guard said, standing in front of me.

"Of course, but she isn't here now, is she? She can't give orders." I walked around the first dark haired vamp, but he held out his arm stopping me in my tracks.

"It doesn't matter if she is here or not. The order still stands." The guard said.

"Of course it matters. How do I know if you are telling the truth?"

"Never mind that," I said. "How did you get out? You were in prison the last I heard."

"I was. Then I recovered and convinced the prison guard to open the door. Pretty easy really." Christopher shrugged. "I just came to see what the big gathering is. Judging by the black clothes I'm guessing funeral?"

"Enough talking. Walk away now." The lighter haired guard said firmly.

"Why would I want to do that? We are having such a nice conversation." Christopher crossed his arms. I heard footsteps behind me and saw a frowning Michael approaching. The frown deepened when he saw Christopher.

"Whose this?"

"Christopher." I said. "He's not invited."

"I can introduce-" he was cut short when Oliver grabbed his neck.

"Causing trouble are we?"

"Not really, just having a friendly conversation." He said, strained.

"The guards have told you multiple times nicely, to walk away. Do you have to do this the hard way?"

"You've already beaten me up. What difference would it make?"

"You're right. You won't feel as much pain this time." Oliver then punched Christopher's stomach. Christopher coughed and bent over.

"Uh, Oliver what the hell are you doing?!" Michael shouted, rather than said.

"You don't know him. Now leave. Now." Oliver growled. Christopher glared at Oliver then stared at me, then Michael and left disappearing around the church corner. "I'll go and make sure he has left."

"Wait Oliver?"

"What?"

"What are you doing here?"

After a quick glance at Michael he said, "Michael wanted to know if Amelie felt jealous. She doesn't, before you ask." Then he walked off the direction of the church.

"Come on." Michael said and led me inside.

Well, that was a disaster. We all said something about Shane and Eve, Michael saying the most. When it came to me, my mind went blank and I could only think of a few things to say about them. They saved my life more times I could remember, Eve is my best friend and always will be. Shane was my boyfriend and I will always love him and he was always there for me.

After that, I couldn't think of anything else to say. I awkwardly went back to my seat and sat down, staring at the floor. Maybe Amelie had done something after all.

We spent the rest of the day, in the memorial then one by one everyone went home. Of course the guards stayed glued to me throughout. They must have been clock watching as when I was in the middle of talking to Michael (he didn't mind my lack of a speech - I think), the dark haired guy tapped my shoulder.

"Time to go." He said.

"I'm coming. I'm allowed aren't I?" Michael asked standing up.

"5 minutes. It's late already." The guard said and took me back to the car and drove back to Amelie's place. Michael was already there, he must have ran. He opened the door and I got out and was first through the door.

Amelie is waiting in the kitchen. "Did you have a nice day?"

"Yeah, I did. Michael has come around for a bit." I replied. Amelie nodded.

"I know." She took my bag from me and took out the empty red juice bags and threw them away. "So... How are you?" She asked Michael.

"Good. How about you?" He replied. This is awkward...

"I'm good." Amelie is silent for a few moments then said, "5 minutes is over. Goodbye." Before I or Michael could say anything the guards dragged Michael out of the door. "You must be tired. You had better sleep."

"Are you jealous?" I asked, not believing what happened. It hadn't been 2 minutes never mind 5.

"Of course not. Now go to bed." Seeing as she wasn't going to budge I sighed and went upstairs.

Amelie's Point of View

After I made sure Claire is sleeping, I went up to her room and silently went in.

I brushed past her hair and placed my hand on her head and concentrated on wiping out anything to do with Michael. She would be safe now, now that she doesn't know him.

Finished I took my hand away and walked silently out of the room.

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