Let the battle begin…enjoy,
Amelie's pov
My town sits upon buses; preparing mentally to fight. Some as young as fifteen with some as old as eighty; yet they welcome each other. Vampires sitting among the breathers- tonight we're all equally. I really wish there was a better way, to secure my father's death but there isn't.
My warriors are a mix; all sitting in one of my sleek sharks. The limousine tonight is full; full of bodies; full of emotions… with a solid selection of heartbeats. I have with me the Mayor, Monica and Hannah; a group strong and proud, they will fight alongside me. I also have the two neutrals Hess and Lowe; both committed partners; they will fight for each-other- they will protect their own. And then I have the troublemaking neutrals; Shane, Claire, Eve and… Michael. Michael I know is one of them, he stands to fight for his friends. My small town has survived much, thanks to these four. Eve and Shane stand true to the group; clean and honest fighters. Michael one of my own, yet I know his alliances lie on the other side of the bloodline. Then Claire; the saviour of my species, trusted and accomplished- she's a spark, something Morganville has never seen. Along with a selection of my strongest and most faithful guards my troops are ready; these will win me this battle… to then I will kill bishop.
'An eye for an eye.' Except my father owes me much. I'm not what others would say; I'm not a cruel vamp nor am I unfair; the humans here know… they wouldn't be mortals if not. My vampires know that it isn't all about being predatory and many just want a normal life; a life without change. I know some miss their mortal life; whilst some live luxury as an immortal- I know life isn't as simple.
This is the last move on the chess-board before I surrender my king; my town lies on the edge… I rely on all who live in this moment.
Forty five minutes till midnight; father I hope you're ready.
Granma Day
We're all seated upon the plush bus; Hannah and I have both gone are separate ways till this fight is over. She is one of Amelie's chosen. A selected few humans with abilities she needs; quick thinkers, fighters; brawn and brains. Only a few are still home; babies with mothers; toddlers with grandmothers; young children home alone. Most are here tonight; they know unlike Amelie's mercy, Master Bishop is completely and totally old school evil.
My father would have fought; he wasn't revengeful for my mother's death. He knew her plans; my mother hated life here, she always wanted escape- to be away from the monsters, even if that included her murdering in cold blood. Believing they were cold and heartless didn't help; part of the underground side of Morganville. That was in the late thirties, early forties; before all of the hype. People held fear then; but now we hold hope in what can be our town. Standing side by side with vampires; civilised chatting; it's the future… if that's what the future needs to hold.
I know when I'm gone; Morganville will again change. I've been offered the change; my human life for a vampire one- I said no. Amelie brought the discussion to me, a mere month ago; I'm too old to live again. I've seen my life and Morganville around me; I'll die here whether that be tonight or in the time to come.
35 minutes till midnight; I'm not afraid of death.
Miranda's pov
I see tonight; my head clouded with thoughts. The red of the blood, the white of anger, the black of the end. The fangs, the screams… forever a memory. I'm about to fight; a 16 year old girl. I'm alone, no one cares about me. I can see the future but, still they don't care. Eve doesn't care, my parents don't care. Claire… well she cares a little. The first person to listen, not through pity but for friendship; she shines in my future.
I know things they wish they knew. Amelie won't kill him, nor will Oliver. It's a surprise who will but he'll die. No compassion or sympathy but his death is strong and willing. A coating of silver upon the tongue; glittering burns, a siren's scream… he'll think his murderer is weak; but they aren't… it comes down to the last second- his mocking laughter turns to an empty scream. Death takes him straight to the murky pits of hell; for that death is his peace.
30 minutes till midnight; for the hour hold here.
Claire's pov
The car is cramped and stuffy; the over crowed space in which delivers us too possibly of his mercy. Amelie sits quietly, as Oliver speaks in low tones; she doesn't show any emotion but I know it must hurt. It hurts even though he has brought nothing but devastation to her.
He's still her father; conceived through rape? Yes but that makes no difference. Their blood line still shared; their memories of a past. I know what the future is; for me the future is now. Shane is there, marriage alive in our near future. For now isn't a time for regret; it's a time for showing the right of all wrongs.
The limo stops with a sudden jolt of strength; then the doors slowly open. My heart is pounding in my chest, trying to escape my rib cage; my breath is rasping. The cold wind shocks my skin; the goose-bumps take charge. Shivers dance my spine; tears sting my eyes… we wander into the thick, heavy darkness.
Hiding behind another warehouse, I burrow into Shane's warmth. His strong hands envelope me closer; Michael and Eve move nearer till are shoulders are touching- comfort in our small secure group. No words are spoken between us, but our eyes show that we won't be leaving. We'll follow each-other even into death. For one isn't about to escape without her friends; except they are more than friends… they are family.
I feel guilt now upon my shoulders, my own parents safely in Dallas know of nothing. I must admit I hold not much of fear. I've fought with the devil before; many times before – each time much like the last.
Survival, the Glass house we will return.
10 minutes to midnight; Bishop I'm coming.
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