Amelie's Point of View

Going back downstairs, I found Oliver leaning against the wall.

"Are you back to your usual self?" I asked.

Oliver smiled. "I don't know what you are talking about." He said. The smile disappeared. "You said you didn't love me."

"My feelings belong to someone else." I replied and grabbed his arm and dragged him into the living room. I sat him down in the chair and my guard tied his wrists to the chair with silver handcuffs.

"Now, Christopher how about coming out of Oliver?" It wasn't hard to guess who was possessing him. Oliver had never had a drastic change in behaviour in hundreds of years. Well, apart from that time when he was in love with me.

"You don't know I'm him. You burnt him remember? He's ash." Oliver hissed at the handcuffs. "How about loosening these a bit?"

"Not now." I said. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, then the door opened to reveal Claire.

"I'm sorry." She said. "I shouldn't have told you to get out. I won't say it again."

"Good." Glancing at Oliver, I see him smiling. "I know Oliver's in there. Isn't he fighting just one bit?"

"Nope. Not as far as I can tell." He said. Claire backed away, until she got to the wall. "You should really take better care of your girlfriend."

"I already do. Now get out of Oliver."

"You gonna make me?" He asked, then frowned and strained against the handcuffs, which burnt his hands more. He groaned and shook, then his head fell forward. A few seconds later, Oliver groaned and raised his head. "What- Ah!"

I nodded to the guard to un-handcuff Oliver. He did so and Oliver stood up glaring carefully at me. "You were possessed. I was taking precautions."

"And you think tying me up in silver is taking precautions?" Oliver growled.

"If I had tied you up with normal handcuffs, you would only have broken free." I shrugged very slightly.

Oliver looked at his blackened wrists, which were slowly healing. "Could have tied me up with less painful restraints."

"It wouldn't have worked." I said. I looked to where Claire had been standing, but she had disappeared. Oh no. I ran upstairs and opened her bedroom door. She wasn't in there, but I heard a slight breeze and turned but not before Claire got me up against the wall.

"Hello." She said.

"Get out of her." I growled.

"You just told Claire off for saying that." Christopher said, tutting. "But I've been going through her little head and it's so surprising all the things she wants to do to you."

"How are you alive?" I asked. "I burnt you. You were ash and that was got rid of."

"I'm not human. I can survive without my body, but I need someone else's body. But enough of that, now." Christopher kept talking, but I wasn't listening. I needed Claire to snap out of it, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her. Hurting Oliver was easy enough; he had been annoying and I don't have feelings for him anymore. Then I had an idea.

"Stop talking." I ordered.

"Yes, I should. That's what everyone told me, that I talk too much." Christopher said. He let go of my wrists and I placed both my hands on either side of her head. I know I said I wouldn't mess with her mind anymore, but I was never one to take orders. Christopher struggled to get my hands away.

"What are you doing? I thought you wanted to play out Claire's fantasies." I said. Christopher in Claire's body glared at me, and I could tell he was unsure. I made Claire fall to sleep, which is easier than I thought. I thought Christopher would make it harder, but he merely possesses people he doesn't give him extra powers. Or maybe I surprised him.

I caught Claire as she fell and laid her on the bed. I brushed her hair away from her face, then felt something heavy hit me. I staggered back a few steps then everything went dark.

Claire's Point of View

Waking up, I felt a fuzziness in my head which quickly went away. I opened my eyes and saw Amelie sitting next to me. "Hello."

"Hello." She said.

"How did I get here? Wasn't I downstairs?" I remember seeing Oliver handcuffed to the chair and Amelie telling him to get out... Then anything after that, just leaves my mind blank.

"You were possessed. He went into you and made you go upstairs and play out your fantasies with me." Amelie said. Looking closer, I could see something in Amelie's eyes... It was like she was struggling with herself over something.

"Who possessed me? Because Oliver was possessed too." I looked at Amelie's hand. I could see tiny tremors running through. It didn't take anything else for me to know that Christopher was in her, now.

"Christopher. But he's gone, dead. I made sure of it." Amelie said. I held her hand and she gripped mine a little tight. She's in there, I know it. I thought.

"Are you su-" I was cut off by Amelie kissing me. I let for a moment then pushed her back. "Um... Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure. Why don't you trust me?" Amelie asked.

"I don't trust that you're you. I know Amelie and this is not Amelie." I hadn't the faintest idea of how to get Christopher out, as he probably only came out of me to go into Amelie. Was I supposed to do an exorcism or something?

"I'm not Christopher. You think I would let that creature inside me?" Amelie asked.

"Yes, because Christopher is inside you, and you are not Amelie! Now get out of her!" I had given up thinking of something, I just wanted Amelie back with me.

Christopher in Amelie's body glared, then held her head. I got up off the bed and stepped away from her, hoping it was enough that I wouldn't get possessed again. I glanced at the window and wondered if Christopher's spirit or ghost would be drawn out the window if I opened it. It was a long shot, but I had to find out how to get Christopher out and to keep him from going in anyone else.

So darting to the window, I opened it and Amelie collapsed on the bed. I couldn't see Christopher, so I didn't know if he had left. "Amelie?" I asked. She didn't say anything, so I went closer (which was probably a bad idea) and touched her arm. "Amelie?" I asked again.

Suddenly, Amelie grabbed me and sunk her fangs in my neck. I screamed and struggled to get her off, but it was no use. "Amelie, you can fight this! Get off me please!" I had to get her off, I was beginning to lose consciousness. An image of when Bishop was in town and he drained Sam dry and he died came into my head and that made struggle once more in a burst of strength.

I heard the door slam open, and a fuzzy voice - maybe Oliver's - before I completely blacked out.

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