Claire's Point of View

Why did I have to stay in my room? I sighed and traced patterns on the pillow. I wondered how Amelie was getting on.

The door knocked twice, then opened and Amelie came in and shut the door. She had changed her clothes and brushed her hair. "How are you?" She asked.

"I'm good." I sat up. "Aren't you needed downstairs?"

"For what?" She asked, rearranging my study books and other stuff neatly on my desk.

"Don't they do some ritual or something, to get rid of a ghost? That's what happens on TV." I asked, shrugging.

"TV is not real life." Amelie replied and turned to me. "I thought we could have a day to ourselves. After everything that has happened."

"Y-Yeah that's a good idea. What were you thinking?" I scratched the back of my neck, then played with the loose strands on the duvet. Amelie lifted my head up.

"Are you still nervous around me?" She asked.

"No, no of course not." I shook my head and looked down. A few thoughts came to mind, which I doubt Amelie would approve of.

Amelie lifted my head again. "Claire."

I sighed. "What were you thinking?"

"We could go to a restaurant." Amelie suggested. She ran her hands through my hair, then picked up my brush and brushed my hair.

I pushed her arm away. "Or we could do something else, besides hairdressing." Whoa, what was I suggesting?

"We are going out either way. You need to be presentable." Amelie ignored all other attempts from me to get her to stop brushing my hair. After she had finished, she went to the wardrobe and looked through my clothes. "Where are your nice clothes?"

"I never had any."

"Yes you did." Amelie said. She picked out a dark blue top and black jeans and put them on the bed. "You will be wearing these."

"I don't want to. Can't we do something here?" I lay on my back.

"No. I have to go to Founder's Square. I have had to call off a few appointments and meetings because of what's been happening."

"Why are you asking me out then?" I asked, a little confused. If Amelie expected me to sit on a chair, while she goes through a mile long list of appointments and meetings, there is no way she is getting me off the bed.

"It will take a little while. Besides now you're a vampire, the time of day doesn't matter." Saying that, reminded me of a time when I was human. Myrnin would knock on my window or come into my room and expect me to work for him at 2 in the morning. Well, I guess that is one perk of never being tired.

Amelie looked through my clothes again and pulled out clothes that were fading and some had very small holes and stains. Amelie pulled out a green top which is my favourite.

I jumped off the bed and took the top from her. "I'm keeping this top. It's my favourite."

"It's not normal to form sentimental attachments to clothes." Amelie said and shook her head. "It's too small. It needs to be thrown out."

"No it doesn't. I won't wear it, if it means I can keep it." I hugged the top to my chest and tried for a pleading look at Amelie.

But she wasn't swayed. "You have to get rid of it."

I shook my head. "No. If you want it, you have to come and get it."

Amelie's Point of View

What did Claire thinks she's doing? "I have no time for games, Claire. Give it to me."

"I said, come and get it."

I didn't want to make this an issue, but I really needed to get rid of it. Claire should only wear clothes that fit her and are presentable. So I went over and grabbed the shirt, but Claire tugged it towards her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What are you thinking?" She asked. I ran her hair through my fingers and looked into Claire's eyes. A thought of pinning her against the wall and kissing her came to mind and I was tempted...

But I took an unnecessary breath and said, "I think you should get ready. We're leaving soon." I took the top from Claire, who had a disappointed look on her face.

"Why don't you do what's on your mind?" She asked.

"Because I have to be somewhere and if I did everything that came to mind on you, I would never leave the house." I folded up the top. "Besides, after we have been to the restaurant, we can come back here and I can make some free time for myself."

"I thought the restaurant was only an idea." Claire said.

"Do you have any better ideas?"

"No." Claire replied and sighed. "I've just... never really been to any restaurant, apart from McDonald's."

I frowned a little. "McDonald's?"

"You haven't heard of it? It's a restaurant that sells fast food like burgers, chips, drinks and stuff." Claire replied. The sound of that "restaurant" didn't sound appealing at all.

"We will go to the restaurant that I pick. None of that food sounds healthy." I said. I nodded to the clothes on the bed. "Put them on, brush your teeth and then meet me downstairs."

"I don't eat healthy stuff anyway. And why do I need to brush my teeth?" Claire asked, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms.

"You have eaten food, have you not?" I asked. Claire didn't say anything. "What is it?"

"Um... Nothing..." Claire shrugged. "No-one's here... And no-one will ask why are you are late."

I sighed. Looking down at the top, I pulled off a few stray threads. The thought came into my mind again. I decided to give in to the temptation, but not for long.

I put the top on the bed and walked up to Claire. "Are you sure your not doing this to make me late?"

"You won't be late." Claire smiled a bit. I sighed and leaned in and kissed her. It only lasted a few seconds, but I could tell Claire wanted me to continue.

"Get dressed." I said. "I mean it." Claire looked disappointed, but she sighed and picked up her top, I had picked for her. I picked up the clothes to throw away and walked out of the room, handing the clothes to my maid, who I ordered to throw it away.

"Amelie, come downstairs." Oliver called up the stairs. Taking a last glance at Claire's room, I went downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Helping yourself?"

"I need it." Oliver switched on the kettle and put in a teabag.

"Forgive me for thinking that this is when you got possessed. Are you sure your in control?" I reached over to switch off the kettle, but Oliver held my wrist.

"I'm sure." He said. "Let's not let history repeat itself, shall we?"

"Fine. What did you call me down for?"

"Why, were you having a good time with your girlfriend?"

"Oliver." I have limited patience.

"Maybelle has got rid of the ghost. She wants to know when she can leave... Specifically the time."

"Just tell her, she can leave when it's daytime." I said, taking my hand out of Oliver's grip. "What she does is not my problem."

"Amelie." Claire called.

"Your popular, today." Oliver said. "Just make it quick. Myrnin's whining he has better things to do, than wait around for you."

"Well, Myrnin can wait, I won't be long. Make sure you tend to my guest." I said, leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs.

"Surely you have servants for that." Oliver said, but I ignored him.

"Amelie." Claire's voice came from my room. Opening the door, I saw her sitting on my bed.

"I said come downstairs when your ready, not my room. Your only allowed in here, when I tell you."

"Sorry, but it smells really nice in here."

"That's Valerie. Now come downstairs."

But Claire wasn't moving. "You could do what you did in my room..."

"Or you could come downstairs." I said. "There's no time now, I have to get to Founder's Square."

"I'm staying." Claire crossed her arms. "You can come back for me, when your done with the appointments and stuff."

"You're not staying here alone. Oliver will take care of you. He's not needed." It hadn't been arranged, but I didn't want Claire on her own. It wasn't because she is in my room, but because Michael could come when no-one's here.

"Oliver won't like it. Can't I stay with Myrnin?"

"No, Myrnin's needed. It's just in case someone breaks in." Before Claire could utter another word, I grabbed her arm and half dragged her, before she started walking.

"You mean Michael?" Claire wrenched her arm out of my grip. "No-one else knows where you live apart from him. Why are you so worried?"

"I already told you." I grabbed her arm again, tighter and took her downstairs.

"That your jealou-" Before she could finish the sentence, I had her against the wall, by her neck.

"I'm not. Jealous." I said, quietly.

"You are. Your afraid that Michael will come and I will find him more attractive than you." Claire struggled to release my grip, to no avail.

"I'm... Protective of you. Not jealous. Clear?" I asked. After a moment, Claire nodded and I let her go. "Come downstairs."

Claire's Point of View

Even though I knew Amelie would never intentionally seriously hurt me, (being slammed against the wall hurt) it still scared me how fast she could turn from being gentle-ish, to slamming me against the wall and glaring at me with red flickering in her eyes. All because I said she is jealous. She really hates that word... I thought.

"That's no way to treat your girlfriend." I heard Oliver say from the living room.

"She wasn't hurt." Amelie replied. Yeah, not much... I rubbed my head and went downstairs and waited outside the the living room. "You're taking care of Claire." She added.

"I'm not a babysitter." Oliver didn't sound too happy about that. I had guessed he wouldn't be happy, when Amelie said it.

"I can't have her alone. Maybelle is leaving and you are not needed at Square."

"Why don't you ask Michael? Oh wait, your jealous." I flinched, when Oliver said that. I waited to hear a bang, that meant he had been thrown against the wall but none came. So, she loses her temper with me, but she holds it with Oliver... How is that fair?

"Because Michael is busy." Amelie said, after a few minutes. "Your the only one available."

"What is wrong with that word?" Oliver asked. "Or should I say protective, instead of jealous when talking about you and Michael?"

"I suggest you keep quiet. Now you are looking after Claire and I'm leaving. I'm already late."

The door opened and Amelie looked at me once. "Don't go into my room." She said, then walked past me to the kitchen then out the door leading to the garage.

Oliver rubbed his neck and glared at me, as if I was the source of all his problems or something. "You can take care of yourself." Then he left out of the front door, leaving me alone.

Meh... Action break in this chapter... But they will be action in the next chapter!

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