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Amelie's Point of View

The next morning, Claire came down the stairs and went to the kitchen.

"Claire come here." Claire walked into the living room holding her head. "What's wrong?"

"Ow. I have a really bad headache. Do vampires get headaches?" She sat down and put her head on the desk.

This could just be side effects of what I did... I thought. "Do you need any... painkillers?"

"I don't they will work." She said, sighing.

"Do you know Michael?" I asked, testing if it was wearing off already.

"Ow! And no, who's that?" Claire moaned and lifted her head. "How did I even get this?"

"I don't know." I thought for a moment then said, "Why don't you go and see Myrnin. He might have something for your head."

"Like what?"

"I have no idea what he has in that lab. But go and see him." I went over and got her coat and gloves. "Here." Claire sighed and put on the gloves, then the coat. She stood a bit too quickly and stumbled. I caught her before she fell. "Don't get up so fast."

"Easy for you to say." Claire stood and I kept hold of her to make sure she wasn't going to fall again. I called in my guards.

"Take her to Myrnin's. But keep hold of her, she looks dizzy." I ordered. They nodded and grabbed her arm then led her out to the garage.

I sighed and leaned against the desk.

"Your little trick not working?" Oliver said.

"Stop that." I put papers back into the folders and put them on the shelf.

"Or you will ban me for a month?" Oliver snorted. "I thought you weren't jealous?" He sat in the seat had just vacated.

"I'm not, I'm just..."

"So you compelled her to forget Michael? I'm sure that's jealousy." He crossed his arms.

"I'm just protective. Michael could get her into trouble."

"He's been on his best behaviour when he comes around."

"Because I'm here. I sit and make sure he doesn't try to kidnap her."

"Do you hear yourself?" Oliver took the letter opener and fiddled with it. I took it off him, but he avoided me. "I'm sure he will kidnap Claire if I'm not here. Claire might be think Michael is a better boyfriend. Michael will-"

"Oliver." I grabbed the letter opener, slicing his hand in the process. "Just leave. Stop dropping by unannounced and stop eavesdropping. Only come by when you have something useful to say. Myrnin doesn't come here this often."

Oliver wiped his hand on his trousers and stood up. "He would if you hadn't banned him."

"He was never one to follow rules."

Oliver shrugged. "You know this can only end badly. Claire will find out what you have done and she will hate you for it. Maybe you shouldn't have sent her to Myrnin's." Then he left, slamming the garage door.

She won't find out... I thought. She can't.

Claire's Point of View

Every bump the car drove over just made my headache worse. But of course, the guards weren't bothered by my pain; they just follow orders.

When we thankfully pulled up to the alley to Myrnin's lab, the door opened and I was almost pulled out and led down the alley. "Think you can make it downstairs?"

"Yeah. Thanks." I said. The guard let go of my arm and they walked away. The car reversed and sped off down the street like they either had to get away from me, or they were eager to get back to Amelie.

"Oh you don't look so good." Myrnin said. I yelled then covered my mouth. Okay, that was a bad idea.

"Don't do that!"

"Why? I would have thought you heard me coming. Anyway down the stairs." Myrnin grabbed my arm and if I hadn't started walking, I would be literally dragged down the stairs. At the bottom, he dropped me in the chair he uses for reading. I stood up to make sure there wasn't a hacksaw or anything.

"So when did this headache occur?" Myrnin asked, putting on a white lab coat. Well, it used to be white.

"What so you're a doctor now?"

Myrnin shrugged. "My profession changes. So...?"

I sighed. "This morning. I got back from the funeral with..." My painful head drew a blank at who I had been with. That was strange... "Um... Someone, I don't know. Then Amelie was waiting for me and told me to go upstairs."

"Right..." Myrnin said, frowning. "Well it's quite rare for vampires to get headaches especially as bad as this..." he started packing back and forth, which made me nervous. "Could she? No she wouldn't. She would know the side effects..." he talked to himself.

"What are you saying?" I asked. Myrnin looked up.

"Well, I have recorded symptoms of severe headache, you can't remember someone and it occurred this morning. And you were just with Amelie?"

"Yeah, but she said she can't compel me."

"Myrnin." Amelie came down the stairs.

"Hello, Amelie. Are you pleased with me I haven't visited you?"

"Yes very pleased. Anyway I think you have done enough here with Claire, so I am going to take her now."

"Wait, Amelie. Myrnin was just about to say what caused my headache." I said, avoiding Amelie's reach for my arm.

"It's just a simple headache. Now come." Amelie grabbed my arm, a bit too tight and dragged me up. Myrnin cleared his throat. "What?"

"May I talk with you for a second?"

Amelie looked irritated, but she let go of me and went to Myrnin. They spoke in hushed tones, but Myrnin wouldn't let me get nearer to hearing.

"Come on, Claire." Amelie grabbed my arm again, and dragged me out.

"Wait! What about Myrnin?"

"It's fine, come back later."

Amelie's Point of View

Well, Oliver was right about one thing; it was a bad idea to send Claire to Myrnin. When we got back Claire shook my arm off.

"Why didn't you want Myrnin to tell me what caused my headache?"

"Becuase it is not something you want to hear." I go to the kitchen an Claire and make Claire a drink and put it in the microwave.

"Why can't I remember who I was with at the funeral?"

She remembers the funeral, but not Michael. I thought. Well that has to be a good thing... "Maybe your memory is not how it used to be." I suggested.

"Amelie, I can remember everything else except who I was there with. Why don't you just tell me?"

"Because... You have to figure out for yourself." I took the cup out of the microwave and passed it to Claire. "I have to go to my office in Founder's Square. Don't let anyone in and if Oliver comes just... Never mind. I will be back later." I put on my coat, collected my bag and went out the garage door.

Claire's Point of View

Amelie is hiding something from me, but I don't know what. I sigh then go to walk to the living room and instantly feel dizzy again. Also my headache is coming back with a vengeance.

I groan and lean against the wall. Maybe I should have gone with Amelie?

The door knocks but it sounds like a jet engine taking off right by me. "Shut up!" I shout to the door, but that only made the headache worse. Someone starts to kick the door then it burst open and a blonde haired guy with nice blue eyes comes in. He rushes up to me and then catches me as my head swims and I lose consciousness.

Aw, poor Claire... Maybe the compulsion is wearing off? Or maybe it is the side effect of what AAmelie has done?

Heh heh...

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