Hey everyone, this will probably be the last chapter for a few days, my laptop is all screwed up and my dad is taking it in to get fixed. But there will be more soon I promise! :D Thank you all for the reviews and please keep them coming!

**Amelie**

I arrive back at the Founder's house, as they are called, that Oliver and I acquired after our wedding, thoroughly exhausted. The riot was under control with a miraculous total of zero casualties and only minor injuries. Claire, along with Myrnin and her friends were safe once again and I all I really wish to do is sleep. But since Oliver has yet to return, I do something that would likely shock most citizens into a coma; I change into sweatpants and a T-shirt before curling up on the couch and switching on the T.V. It is mostly just for the sound, but I still enjoy the movie I remember having seen several decades ago. I could not always pose as an Ice Queen like was assumed, it was simply too taxing.

Half way through the movie, I am drifting off to sleep when I hear the door open and I immediately tense, always wary of intruders. Of course, it is only my dear husband and I relax with a smile as he sits beside me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close before kissing the top of my head.

"Is everything in order?" I ask turning to look at his smiling face.

"Yes, I do not believe that they shall attempt another rebellion for quite some time. Unless they are much more idiotic than they always appear." He says grimly, smile dropping. I sigh inwardly at that, it was always so nice when he smiled as it happened so infrequently.

"And the Collin's boy?"

"Hiding like the insect he is under some rock," He growls. "Along with a few of his wretched followers."

"He really is becoming quite annoying. He must be found and exterminated."

"And do you not think that this will cause Clair to turn against us?" He asks eyebrows raised. "And Myrnin as well, now that they seem to be a couple. I believe she wishes us to imprison him, and rehabilitate him. It is ridiculous of course; he is too much of threat to be held in even the most secure prison, but should we not at least pretend to do this? We can make it appear as if he attempted to escape and we were left with no choice but to terminate him."

"That might be for the best," I agree after a moment of thought. "But the real question is how shall we find him? We went to the warehouse Adrian informed us about but they had already cleared out."

"I am sure that he will come to us soon enough," Oliver replies. "The only questions are when and where."

"True. But let's not ruin tonight with this talk. Can we not just enjoy this movie together?"

"Of course my dear." He says softly giving me another smile that melts my heart. We turn our attention back to the screen and are soon engrossed in the movie. I fall asleep to him stroking my hair.

I wake up the instant the portal opens. This house, like most Founder's homes, was equipped with a sort of warning signal the house sent out when something was wrong. And something was extremely wrong as Shane Collins and Jason Rosser are standing in my living room. I had been a complete idiot and utterly forgotten that Jason new the workings of the portals.

"Long time no see Amelie," Shane says with a cold hearted grin as Oliver and I leap off the couch, all drowsiness gone and prepared for anything. "Hey that kind of rhymed."

"Oliver, I can't wait to watch you get your butt kicked." Jason says grinning with anticipation.

"That is not likely to happen," Oliver says with contentious snort. "You two may either come to the prison willingly right now and avoid a humiliating defeat, or you may fight and lose within minutes."

"Bring it on old man. " Shane leers.

"I was hoping you would say that." Oliver says, baring his teeth, eyes glowing red.

The fight only lasts, like Oliver said, minutes. I could have made it seconds by giving off my power, but that would have harmed Oliver as well. Instead, a fight ensues.

Only Shane puts up a worthy fight. Jason tries to attack me and Oliver has him slammed into the ground whimpering, as his arm is pulled painfully behind his back in seconds. He restrains him with silver handcuffs.

Shane actually manages a few good blows on us both, but he was letting his rage get the better of him instead of being logical and becomes sloppy. After tackling Oliver through a wall, they roll around for a few minutes, each landing kicks and punches. I simply watch, knowing that Oliver is perfectly capable of handling this. Oliver reaches up and grabs a silver candlestick we happen to have lying around and he slams it into Shane's head, knocking him unconscious as blood streams down Shane's face.

Standing up and wiping the blood from his nose, Oliver grins through bloodstained teeth and gives another vicious kick to Shane's head. He puts on another pair of handcuffs and walks over to me.

"Well done my dear," He says giving my cheek a kiss and staining it red. "Shall we dispose of these two or give them over to the authorities?" He asks, raising one brow.

"The authorities I suppose," I say with a sigh. "Although I would love to take my time with them, it is best not to cause any more conflict. They will both not see the light of day for centuries to come."

"As always, you are right my Queen." Oliver says with a nod.

"Let us call someone to take them then after we call someone to fix the wall of course."

"Yes, I never liked that color myself."

I make a sound of agreement although I am no longer paying attention, lost in thought. Could it really be this easy to dispose of them? To end this madness? In my experience that was never the case. I could only assume that more trouble was just around the bend.