Claire's Point of View

When I woke up, my headache had gone. I rubbed my eyes and thought of the guy. His face came as clear as day, which surprised me. I could remember his name too.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my room in Amelie's house and I saw Amelie herself sitting in the chair by the desk. She looked up at me. "Hello."

"Hello." I sat up. Amelie stood and came to sit besides me.

"How are you?" She didn't look happy, but this could just be her neutral face.

"I feel good." She must have either had a huge internal argument or someone convinced her to let me remember Michael again. Which may I add, is an achievement for anyone to convince Amelie once she has made her mind up on something. "Did you-"

"I didn't you to be in pain. No matter how much I try, I can't keep you away from Michael."

"Look, Amelie I don't want you to be jel-"

"I'm not." The look Amelie gave me said, it would be a very good idea not to finish that word.

I sighed. "Fine. But there is nothing going on between me and Michael. I promise." I said and held her hand.

"I'll believe that... eventually." Amelie replied and squeezed my hand. "He's still not coming round." I felt a sinking feeling, but I should've seen this coming.

"I can't convince you otherwise?" I asked.

Amelie shook her head. She reached up, possibly to play with my hair or something, but from previous experience, I thought she was going to compel me, so I leaned back out of her reach. Amelie smiled a little. "Don't worry, your mind is safe."

"That's good." Then I hugged her. She was as stiff as a board at first, then relaxed a little. "Thank you. I know it wasn't easy decision to make."

"So you don't hate me?" Amelie asked, playing with my hair.

"Of course not. Just don't try to control me. It will always end bad." I shrugged, then leaned back and pushed away her hand. "Why are you so interested in my hair?"

"It smells nice. Also it's soft, I like it." Amelie replied. "I was worried because of your reaction, to when you found out." It took a while to get at what she was saying, then it came to me.

"Well, didn't you expect it?"

"Of course." Amelie sighed. She held my hand and looked at my nails, then got a pedicure kit out of her bag and evened out her nails.

"So...?" Amelie glanced at me, once then kept on nail filing. I pulled my hand away but she kept a firm grip. "Tell me." When she still didn't tell me, I pulled away my hand, this time without Amelie holding on. Amelie stared at me for a moment and took my hand back again. Suddenly, I knew why she wasn't answering. "Its because you don't want to be alone, isn't it?"

"I have been alone for centuries." Amelie moved onto my next hand, but I wouldn't give her anything to distract herself with. I kept avoiding her grab. "Claire." She said, firmly.

"Tell me the real reason. Or I will just keep guessing." Amelie made another grab for my hand and I avoided it, then she pushed me back. I fell on my back, on the pillow. Amelie looked at me for a moment, and I saw something for a split second before it disappeared. I would have to guess at it later.

"Keep guessing." She said and stood. I sighed and got up, then fell back down again, as Amelie grabbed my arm and my fingers out and filed them down. "You need to keep these nice. You live with me now."

"I'll do them in my own time. Let go!" But of course she didn't, until she had filed them to her liking then let go.

"Come downstairs when you're ready." She said and went out and closed the door.

Amelie's Point of View

Coming downstairs, I smelled coffee coming from the kitchen. I sighed. What did Oliver want this time?

I walked to the kitchen and opened the door, to find Oliver helping himself to tea. "Hello, Amelie."

"Care to explain why you are helping yourself?" I took the cup and the teabag and put them away.

"Just taking advantage of your hospitality." Oliver switched on the kettle and reached the cup.

I pushed it away and pulled out the kettles plug. "I'm not offering any. What are you doing here? Do you have anything useful to say?"

Oliver sighed. "Is Christopher dead?"

"Yes." Strange question. "Why? I burned him and now he's ash."

"Well people in the cafe say that other people are acting strange." Oliver reached for the kettle but I slapped his hand away.

"Let's go into the living room." I said, ignoring Oliver's fierce glare.

I walked into the living room and pulled up a chair to my desk. I felt a hand on my neck and grabbed the arm. I frowned slightly. "Trying to strangle me, Oliver?"

"No." He said and reached for my reached for my hair. I pushed him away and went to sit in my chair.

"Sit. What's this about Christopher?" Oliver didn't sit, he just stared at me. It wasn't a glare or any other look, just... staring. "Oliver?"

"I love you." He said.

"Is this what you were talking about?" I asked more to myself, than to Oliver. I walked past him and out off the living room. I heard Claire quickly go to her room. I sighed and followed.

"Amelie!" I was grabbed and held against the wall. "Stay here. You love me, don't you?"

"No. Get off me." Oliver's eyes turned red, but before he could attempt to choke me, I threw him on the ground. "If you get up, it's to leave. I will deal with you later."

I got upstairs and opened Claire's bedroom door. She's reading a book on physics, it looks like. Claire looked up at me. "Hi."

"Why we're you listening in?" I asked, closing the door.

"I was up here. I couldn't have been listening."

I sat besides her. "I heard you running back up the stairs. You need to get better at lying."

Claire sighed. "Do you think Oliver is possessed? Because one moment he wanted to talk to you and the next he wanted to... I don't know. He was saying he loved you."

"From what you heard on the stairs, what do you think?"

"I was asking you." Claire asked, looking down and fiddling with her clothes.

"You were listening. You should know everything." I replied. Claire sighed.

"I don't know. I was asking what you thought."

"You have to keep this room tidy." I said, ignoring what Claire had said and looking around at the clothes.

"I was going to." Claire stood up and picked up a t-shirt.

"You were until you heard me talking. Do you have to be put somewhere whenever I have guests?"

"I'm sorry! There's nothing to do here and since I saved you from Christopher, I thought you might not mind..." Claire threw the clothes in the room and slammed the door.

"I have brought you plenty of things to do." I said. "And must you really slam the doors like that? You are only hurting your hearing. Myrnin is more of a child than you and he doesn't act like that."

"Well, it's not enough! I said I'm sorry. Just- Just get out!"

Why did I choose to keep her in her child form? I stood up. "Apologize now."

"Why should I? Your not my mom and your house isn't soundproof, so it's not my fault if I keep hearing your conversations."

"Its your last chance. Apologize." But when Claire crossed her arms and glared at me, I shrugged slightly. "Fine. Just so you know, Michael came around to visit. I said he could come around later, but now I will have to call it off. Also you can't see Myrnin for a few days."

"That's not fair!" Claire tried to hit me, but I easily pushed her onto the bed. Her eyes are red.

"You don't talk to me like that and expect to get away with it." I said then left the room and closed the door behind me. Something heavy was thrown at the door. I shook my head. Childish tantrums...