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Amelie's Point of View

"Amelie, can you spend the day here?"

I had barely walked through the kitchen door after being in a meeting, which ended with yet another fight between Oliver and Myrnin.

"Please let me at least walk in through the door, before you start barraging with questions." I sighed and went into the living room.

"Sorry, but you seem to be out everyday now. Before you stayed in some days."

"Yes, that was before. I did say when you came into my bedroom without permission, that when you chose to stay here you wouldn't bother me." I put my bag down on the floor and took out a folder Bizzie had given me on the way out.

"Yes, but you can't expect me to leave you alone all the time. What am I supposed to do here?"

"You should've thought of that when you decided to stay with me. Now go please, I'm busy."

"Are you alright? I haven't annoyed you, have I?" Claire asked after a short moment of silence.

"Claire. Leave." It was strange to feel annoyance when a few days ago, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Claire stood there, then left closing the door behind her.

I have no clue why I am so harsh to her lately. I get annoyed when she asks me to spend the day with her and I get more annoyed than Oliver when she bangs on the door of my office in Founder's Square.

Maybe it's just one of those days.

Claire's P.O.V

What had got into Amelie? She is always annoyed when I ask her questions and the amount of time she spends away from the house, is like she is trying to avoid me. I get she's the most important vampire in town and has lots of work to do, but that never stopped her before.

Sitting at the top of the stairs, I thought in my head of what I could do. I had basically done everything I could think of while living here, but now my mind is blank.

I sighed, then heard someone coming to the door of the kitchen. The smell of coffee after the door opened, was enough for me to know who it was. I silently walked down a few steps and watched Oliver through the wooden bars of the handrail.

Oliver knocked on the door and Amelie said come in. He went in and closed the door, but I could still hear what they are saying.

"Oliver, I'm surprised. I thought you were above knocking doors." Amelie said. She didn't sound annoyed, which is unfair.

"Of course I'm not above that. Why would you think that?"

"How are you feeling after your fight?" Amelie asked, putting down something.

"He hardly touched me. It's so nice that you care for me."

"Why do you think I care for you?" Amelie asked, in an are you serious voice.

"I've noticed how you have been treating your girlfriend."

"I don't think I feel the same way about her..."Amelie said, after a few minutes.

That made my heart sink a bit. Was that the reason she is so annoyed with me?

"Really?" Oliver asked, a little surprised. "I remember I had to snap you of your thoughts of her, multiple times."

"Yes, I remember that. But I don't feel any feelings towards her, not as much anymore." I looked at the floor and focused on keeping an urge to get up and storm in there and do something stupid, down.

"Maybe you locked them away?" Oliver suggested. "Or she is just another of your flings. You... still have feelings for me?"

"Don't get your hopes up." Amelie said and I heard her walk across the room. "I still care about her, but she keeps wanting me to admit I still love her... Which gets annoying."

"Why did you let her stay, then?"

"That was a few days ago. I'm beginning to have second thoughts now." I stood up and clutched onto the handrail.

"Then tell her to leave. I'm sure you'll be happy to have some peace again." Oliver asked. My grip on the handrail tightened. Don't agree to it.

"I can't do that." Amelie said. "I turned her and said I loved her and everything... I don't think she will take it well if I told her to leave."

"You've done worse things." Oliver said. "She can go back to live with Michael, since his behaviour has changed drastically."

"I'll still feel bad." Amelie said. I heard a bang and jumped then had to grip the handrail, so hard that I thought might crush it.

"Did you feelings when you met people before?" Oliver asked.

"Get off me, Oliver."

"Answer the question."

"What are you getting at?" Amelie asked.

"I'm sure you felt bad after turning them down, but you got over it. You'll get over this. If you don't, it won't be long until everyone finds out, your not still in love with me."

"Do you think I care about what a few people think of me?" Amelie asked.

"It's not going to be a few people. You know how they gossip." I really wanted to go in there and hit Oliver or something. Sure he might kill me for it, but at least it will stop him from convincing Amelie to throw me out.

"So if I don't tell Claire to leave, you will tell everyone that I like her? It seems childish, doesn't it?"

"I won't tell them. Everyone will find out sooner or later." Oliver said. I heard him walk to the door and I walked up a few steps. "You already admitted your losing feelings for her. Why keep her around, if she's just going to be a burden?" Then he opened the door and walked out through the kitchen door and disappeared.

Amelie's P.O.V

After Oliver had left, I picked up a few books that had fallen off the bookshelf when he pinned me against it. Even though I didn't care for what he said, he did have a point. Claire would just keep trying to make me admit I loved her, when the love was fading away with each day.

I went into the hallway and sensed that Claire had been nearby. She had recently been in the shower and had used a scented body wash. So that meant she had heard the conversation. It was becoming an irritating habit of hers. At least with her gone, I wouldn't have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.

Forgetting about looking for Valerie to make me a drink, I went upstairs to her bedroom. The body wash smell is strong on the stairs.

Pushing open her door, I found her on the bed flicking through a book. "What were you doing on the stairs?" I tried, but couldn't help the annoyance in my tone.

"I wasn't on the stairs." Claire replied.

I walked over to her and took the book away and put it on the desk. "Don't play dumb. When you had a shower you used a scented body wash and the smell is strong on the stairs. Why do you insist on eavesdropping on my conversations?"

"I heard my name that's all. And Oliver came, I guess I was just curious."

"You think I would profess my feelings for you to Oliver? Is that why you do it?" I asked. It was clear enough.

"No... Why? Do you?"

"Don't look so hopeful." I said and thought back to what I had said about not being able to tell Claire I didn't love her anymore. "You tell me how I feel about you."

"Well, you were talking to Oliver. It's different when he's gone." Claire said. I felt sorry for her, but I decided this couldn't go on.

"He's right. I've been thinking about it, for some time now." I paused for a moment. "I can't say that I love you, when the love isn't there."

Claire blinked a few times. "You can't push me away-"

"I'm not. It's what I've been feeling for a few days now. Your eavesdropping and constant requests for me to spend a day here with you is making me regret letting you stay here."

"I won't eavesdrop ever again. And you won't even know I'm here, please let me stay. You know I will just have to go back to Michael."

"I don't care about him. I was just jealous, and avoiding that word was petty of me. You have Isabel now." I shrugged a little. "You wanted me to convince something to myself and I did."

I could see a mirage of conflicting emotions in Claire's eyes. She didn't know whether I was telling the truth, or just wanting to make her leave.

"You don't love me anymore?" She asked, quietly.

"I'm sorry." I felt a little bad, not as much as I thought I was going to feel. "I don't dislike you though."

"Then why did you change me? Why keep me here, keep me away from seeing Shane and Eve and Michael, why stop Michael from seeing me-"

"Back then, I was in love. But now it's gone." I cut in, before she could make a list of what I had done to her. "And I didn't say you couldn't visit them. You were a young vampire back then and I was protective of you."

Claire was quiet for a long time. "Fine." She said, quietly. "I can see you just used me. Find out what you can make me think and everything and now I'm annoying you, you want me to go?"

"You think I brainwashed you?" I asked, in disbelief. "You can't make up feelings. It was Michael who was convinced. You must have seen it in your human life, Claire. Humans have lovers and then they lose their feelings for them. Why did you think we would be different?"

"Because..." Claire began then trailed off. I sighed quietly, knowing what she was going to say.

"Vampires have lovers who are also vampires. They think they are going to be together forever, but one either gets killed or they lose their feelings. That doesn't change when you become immortal, Claire."

Claire blinked a few times more then she got up and took down a bag from the wardrobe and started packing it. It was quite obvious she didn't want to be seen crying, so I turned and left.

"Valerie." I called. My maid came out from cleaning the bathroom.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Help Claire, pack her bags. She's leaving."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Claire's P.O.V

I wiped my eyes as I stuffed my clothes into the bag. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't deserve to be living right now. I had abandoned my friends, who have had my back since the day I arrived in Morganville and have saved my life a more times that I can remember.

In return, I had chosen not to see them again until I got news they had died and I had even missed their funeral twice. I hadn't gone to comfort Michael after he had lost Eve and Shane, and I wouldn't go against Amelie's orders of not seeing him. Then I had gone to Michael's, only to go back to Amelie's after a day.

I wiped my eyes again and tried to close my bag, but the clothes kept jamming the zip. I felt a surge of anger and threw the bag across the room. I hated Amelie. Why did I think I loved her? I had never liked another girl or woman in my life, doesn't that happen when I'm younger?

"Here." I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Valerie giving me a tissue. I took it and wiped my eyes.

"Thanks." I sniffed and sat on the bed. "I'm a horrible friend. Michael should hate me."

Valerie picked up the clothes and the bag and put them on the bed and folded up the clothes. She put them neatly in the bag. "Your not. I'm sure everyone in town would do anything for the Founder to show them a little bit of affection."

"I never saw my boyfriend or best friend after she made me stay here." I couldn't say the Founder's name. It just brought up another wave of heightened anger.

"You were caught up. At least you saw Michael. If he hated you, I'm sure he wouldn't have gone through so much effort to see you."

"He thought I was brainwashed, though. If he had knew then, he wouldn't want to talk to me ever again." I sniffed. "I was."

"You wasn't. The Founder's friends could see she genuinely had affection for you." Valerie said, finishing folding up the clothes and went to pack my other things like brushes and jewellery, even though I never wore it much. "I have had a lot of boyfriends, but they never lasted."

"Yeah, but I'm sure you never abandoned your friends. I missed their funeral twice. I don't deserve to be alive."

"Hey, don't say that." Valerie said, firmly. "You had more pressing matters to deal with then. The Founder had gone missing, remember? And then there was that creepy boy. It's not like you chose not to go."

She did have a point, but I wanted to have forgotten about the Founder for a few hours, then. Then Michael wouldn't have made the threat of never wanting to see me again.

I looked at Valerie, packing away my shoes, now. "Why do you work for her? Do you get paid?"

"Of course. And I helped her a few years ago and she was impressed, so she offered me a job. In return, she gave my family Protection and said no harm would come to me." Valerie zipped up the bag. "Your finished. The Founder said go downstairs and the guards will take you to Michael's house."

I sighed and sniffed, then wiped my eyes and took the bag from Valerie. "Thanks." I hugged her, not too tight and she returned.

"Don't let it get you down." She said, smiling then she walked out of the room and downstairs.

I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs. The Founder was nowhere to be seen, but I heard pages being turned in the living room. "This way." The guard with the brown hair, said. I nodded and went out of the door and then got into the car.

With a final look at the house, the car pulled away and drove to the Glass House.

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