Amelie's Point of View

What happened to me? I sat back against the seat of the car and thought over what I had done. I had strangled Claire, just because she was saying what was true. But I couldn't lose her.

Claire had left as soon as I had let her go. I got out of the car and ran back to my house, arriving in no time at all. I went in through the garage and listened for movement and specifically the lack of heartbeat.

I found her upstairs in the bathroom. I quickly went upstairs and opened the bathroom door. Claire froze when she saw me. "Uh... Hi."

I walked up to her and took the washcloth away from her neck. There were still red marks from where I had grabbed her. "I... I apologize. I don't know what came over me."

"It's alright. They'll go away." Claire shrugged, but I detect her voice is shaking a little.

"Your getting your hair wet." I moved her hair away from her neck. Claire flinched. I could see she didn't mean to, though, it still hurt. I sighed. "Come down when your ready."

Claire's Point of View

God, what is wrong with me? Amelie wouldn't hurt me again and she looked sad, when I had flinched. I felt guilty; Amelie was just annoyed - to put it lightly - that I kept calling her jealous, which she was...

I had to talk to her. It was like falling off a horse, or your bike. You just get back on. But this wasn't a horse or a bike. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "I can do this."

Leaving the washcloth in the sink, I went downstairs and found Amelie in the living room. She's sat on the sofa, staring the TV which is switched off. "Hello." Amelie said, without looking at me.

"Hi." I replied. I looked down at my hands, then took another deep breath. "Look, I know you didn't mean to do it. You would never hurt me."

"But I did." Amelie cut in. "I could have killed you, again."

"But you stopped." I said. "Because you care about me. That's how I know that wouldn't hurt me again." Amelie appeared in front of me. Her expression and anything she's feeling is completely hidden.

"How do you know that?" She asked. "I could've kept strangling you, then broke your neck." Amelie's hand travelled up my chest and to my neck, where she didn't strangle me, just wrapped her hand around it. "You can't trust me fully, you should know that by now."

What I knew, is that she was trying to scare me. Maybe, make me move out or something. I grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from my neck, which for the first time, I succeeded. "I've been living here with you for years now. You would've killed me or something long before, if you couldn't be trusted. I know you wouldn't hurt me."

Amelie stared at me in the eye, for several seconds unblinking (which is unnerving, may I add) then she walked back to the sofa and sat down. "Do you want to visit Michael?" She asked, after a few more moments of silence

"Aren't you worried about him?"

"Answer me." Amelie ordered.

"Isabel's with him. They're probably getting along fine." I shrugged. But even as I said that, I felt a sinking feeling at not seeing him.

"You should go there. Pack your bags." Amelie said. "Valerie will help you."

"I'm not leaving."

"Whenever you talk to Michael or Isabel, it always ends up in an argument and you getting hurt." Amelie replied. "At least you won't be my problem, if you move back in with Michael."

"I'm no-one's problem." I went to stand in front of Amelie. "I can take care of myself."

"Well, then you won't mind moving back in with Michael."

"I'm not moving back in." I said. Then I sat next to Amelie. "Why do you want me to leave? If you didn't keep trying to control all the time, then you wouldn't be talking about this."

"You've always wanted to leave. Admit it. From the time I turned you, you tried everything to get back to Michael. I'm sure you would still like to be with him now."

"I want to be with you. I admit that I didn't particularly like you before, but now I love you."

"Yet you are still uncomfortable around me." Amelie said and looked directly at me.

"Well... You're different. Like first your a vampire, you run a town, we're not exactly the same age... There's lots of stuff."

"So go with Michael. Your perfectly matched."

Amelie's Point of View

Why won't Claire understand? I can't stand her being with others and what I did to her should be enough to make her back away.

Claire grabbed my arm, as I was walking away. I could've easily taken my arm out of her grip, but I looked at her instead.

"You need to admit some things to yourself. It will help." She said.

I took my arm out of her hand. "I don't need to admit anything."

"You won't be showing weakness or anything if you tell me. And I don't know what makes you angry and I don't want to make you angry."

"I don't feel anger, I'm too old for that. I'm protective of you, that's all." I gave Claire a long look and was about to say something, when the door knocked. "Come in."

My maid came in. "Myrnin is at the door."

I sighed. "We'll talk later. Go to your room." Claire didn't move for a moment, then she walked out of the door. "Bring him in."

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