Hello once again my friends, it has only been 26 day's. That is rather good. I am rather proud. Me and Clyrnin forever missed you all. She say's Hello by the way. *she waves frantically*. This chapter is written by moi, and Amelie's POV, is co-written as I had a little bit of writers block. So we both decided to write a POV for Amelie and then I merged our POV's together to get the final result which I think is great! This chapter is a long one guys, and I hope you enjoy. Please let us know what you think by reviewing! Thank you! Check Clyrnin forever's fanfiction, her stories are great. You shall not be disappointed.
ON WITH THE CHAPTER. Enjoy!
Chapter 4 - Lost Love
Myrnins POV:
My Claire, the one I am holding in my arms asked me the question I desired the most.
"Can you- can you bite me?" My face falls with shock as to the question she proposed. The beast rattled the chains inside of me, threatening surface. Every part of me faced a battle with temptation and strength.
"It's okay. I trust you" as she exposes her neck, the beast beneath breaks loose gaining control over my body, I tremble as to the power surging through me. I place my hand underneath her slim neck, bringing her to my mouth, I breathe in her scent one last time before I bite the tender skin underneath my lips. As she fights I feel pleasure making me moan. Her divine blood entices my hunger, and my love for her. I share something so precious with her that I cannot allow myself to stop. I won't stop. As I drain the last drop, my fangs ascend leaving nothing but the bitter cold leering over our bodies.
Claire's eyes are open wide, with luminosity and love. I reach for her body, as her heart beat fades into the silence. I weep as I realise what I have done. I have killed the one I love. Another tragedy, another loss.
"Claire? Please, please come back" I cry, as my head falls onto her chest, that will never rise again. I know the only thing I can do that can and will save her. I bring her into my arms and kiss her forehead gently before whispering "I am sorry, but I do the unexpected to the people I love" and that is when I place my sharp fangs into her neck once again, only this time to save her.
Claire's POV:
I felt comfortable and light, almost as if I was floating. The blackness that seemed to consume me filled me with warmth and peace. But then something ice cold suddenly pierced through my veins, as a familiar voice called my name.
"Claire, please choose to stay. Don't leave me. Everyone leaves me" the words sent shivers down my spine. More ice erupted through my veins, freezing me to the core. The pain whipped through me like a knife. I saw everything in front of me, clearly. All the memories I had shared, all the days, weeks, months and years I had lived. Every season. Every special moment in my life. My family, my first birthday, my first kiss. My first everything and it all faded to quickly for me to grasp onto it and keep it with me forever. All in that second I saw what my life would be if I chose to stay. If I became a Vampire. I searched for Myrnins voice. I needed to hear it. The pain ripped through me once again, a scream rose within that soon left my lips.
A shrill noise rang in my head, as Myrnin spoke to me "Little bird choose, I need you, I love you. Claire please come back to me" I grabbed onto what felt like ice and pulled myself through the wall that separated me from reality. I burst through, and opened my eyes.
Everything was so clear. The specks of dust that float in the air, dodging the light, all the cracks in the paint, everything clear. I look towards my body. I am pallid, cold and... Naked. I instinctively reach for the blanket, but there isn't one in sight. Myrnin wraps his arms around me and holds me close, stroking my hair softly.
"You're back" is all he says. I want to lash out and make him see what he has done. But I made the choice to be with him, so I stayed in his arms, a place where I felt safe and secure.
As I began to drift off into slumber, my senses latched onto a heavenly scent. The smell was tantalising me. I lifted my head in response, and began to leave Myrnins arms, when he pulled me back. "Don't Claire, you could lose control" his eyes were pleading for me to stay, but the smell, the thought of fresh blood in my mouth, tempted me further. I decided to remove myself from his hold. He didn't let me go.
"You can't stop me!" I retorted. "Let me go!" when he didn't I turned on him. My eyes blazing with fire. The crimson in my irises began to cloud my vision, and all I could see was red. An unfamiliar sensation rippled in my mouth, sharp fangs falling to place. I reached up and stroked them while smiling with amusement. Just like my makers. I looked up at him once again, his eyes looking right into mine. Staring into my soul, searching for Claire, the beast inside of me pushed her to the back letting go of my morals. I once again attempted to leave, only to be pressed up against the wall, with hands either side of me.
"I SAID NO!" Myrnin roared in my face. Suddenly the anger and the beast inside of me died down. I was once again myself.
"I'm -I'm so sorry" I cried, I was willing to hurt someone and that was something I couldn't forget. He grabbed me and held me in his arms. "Myrnin I need blood. I don't want to kill. Please?" His breathing hitched a little, a habit he couldn't kill. He placed a finger underneath my chin to bring my eyes to his. They held so much light, happiness, and love, and it was all for me. The gloss that lined his eyes, made tears cloud mine. I blinked them away as my lips moved to his. He settled into the kiss, moving his lips in perfect synchronisation with mine. It got deeper, more amorous. I pushed myself off of the wall and fell into his body. I wrapped my thigh around his waist, and hoisted myself up, so I could be closer to him. Myrnin removed the jacket that was covering my body, letting the cold nip at my skin. He threw me down onto the unmade bed.
He began to approach me when I grabbed him and threw him onto his back. I straddled him, gripping onto his body, not wanting to let go. I bit his bottom lip teasingly, before my tongue wrapped around his sending us both into euphoria. I grabbed his soft and silky hair as I slowly moved my lips to his jawline, and began nibbling his ear, when my fangs pressed lightly into his neck, teasing him I bit down; giving us both satisfaction. His ambrosial blood dripped into my mouth creating sensations I didn't know existed, sending my blood-lust beyond limits. His mouth reached my neck, kissing softly before biting me in the spot, what was an open wound only hours ago. The sensitivity sent endless chills down my spine.
I rolled over on my side, to be next to Myrnin, his arm wrapped around my waist, drawing circles on my back. "Claire?"
"Yes?" I answered breathlessly.
"Do not tell Amelie of what has occurred. Such changes to your life will affect everything. Your friends may not accept, most likely that'll be Shame-"
"Shane" I interjected.
"-Shane then. We must tell no one. Not a soul, only you and I should know. For obvious reasons you cannot stay here. All will be too apparent; you cannot go to the Glass House either. Amelie is not nonsensical; she may find out or already know. We must do what we can to make sure nobody finds out. We need a plan, but for now this can be our little secret, as others might not be so understanding" The word 'secret' sparked excitement within me, releasing a small giggle from my mouth. Myrnin grinned and kissed the smile that highlighted my face. "God, you're so beautiful. I am blessed to have you with me and in my arms" I didn't answer him I just planted a kiss on his shoulder and held onto him.
Amelie's POV:
I wondered back into my office, returning from an awkward situation. I took a deep breath, something I do so regularly now, something I don't need but comforts me. As I brushed the tiniest speck of dust from my perfectly tailored jacket I closed the long, engraved doors of my office and my mind. My body drifted over to the regal chair locating just a mere foot away from me. I wavered as I walked, this puzzled me. I miss it at first, and assume that I missed my evening O negative; my body started to tremble as the thought of blood rushing through veins and into my mouth lured me to my blood cooler. No time for etiquette here, I ripped open the bag, and before I could apprehend what had happened I had opened another one, and many more. I had ingurgitated every single drop of blood I had. The bags were shredded, and spread around my feet, resting on the grand floor. I knelt down to examine how many I had devoured. My mind couldn't have counted, for there was too many. I gave up and I took my lithe body to my chair.
I begin to sign paper work when the quaking of my fingers causes my pen to quiver on the page only then do I begin to comprehend what is happening. I have seen this happen before, but never to a powerful vampire. Never to me, or any vampire well into their immortal life. I have only seen this once before and in that case the vampire died.
I pushed this thought away, and began signing paper work again when a barrier stopped me, something washed over my body. Waves of nausea taking me onto a sea with currents flowing every way, I grasped for the desk that was so near but yet so far. I missed it completely, sending myself to the floor. Grace left me; it was just me now and my mind. I hiccuped for air, sweet fresh air. My senses gave up on me, life itself following. "Jesu" I whisper as I gave one deep breath before light left me, sending me in to a swirling blackness that rushed around my body eating all the light around and inside me.
Sometime later – one can never know when in that state, the never changing land of fear and desperation – I awaken at my desk, as if nothing has occurred. The pen is still resting lifeless, in my hand, the papers lie in two neat piles, signed and unsigned, not a hair is out place or a splash on my coat. So I do what I always do. I put it the back of my mind and pick up my pen. I continue with my life. I keep up appearances. I am the founder; this is what I do.
Even though, inside, I'm screaming. For help. For hope. For the one thing I will never deserve; salvation.
My acute senses detect a visitor and I look at myself in the mirror on the wall. My face is one of someone who has seen a ghost, or their gravestone. Horrified. Terrified. Desperate. And to think, some in this town question my ability to feel at all! Some question my morals, my soul, my humanity.
If they had simply glimpsed me in this quiet moment, alone and no longer a fearless queen with a heart of ice, maybe they would pity me.
Or would they simply kill me as they saw the chance?
I cannot take the risk, either way. I wait until my face settles out into the cool neutrality I am accustomed to before I put down my pen and open the double doors. I gasp as my hand reaches my mouth as the face I see before me leaves me speechless, frozen.
"Amelie?" his voice, so gentle spoke to me, love decorating the words in harmonious sounds, like music to my ears. "Amelie, are you alright?" His voice, light meaningful words. So much sweetness, I could almost taste the love. "Amelie!" I jumped at the volume of his voice, looking deeply into his eyes and searching his beautiful angelic face. One I loved and I thought that I would never see again. My dear Samuel Glass. Tears rushed to my eyes, gathering themselves for release. I hushed myself. Now is not the time to express emotions. My words stayed between my quivering lips not wanting to be heard , yet crying to be listened too. I spoke, to my love. The love that will never exist again. The love I will forever miss.
"Sam. Oh Samuel" Heartbreak spilling all over my words. My heart bled for him to envelope me in an everlasting embrace. He reached out and shook me, sending my head spinning, causing dizziness to spiral upon me.
"Amelie!" I blinked gathering my senses to be faced with Michael. "Amelie it's me. Samuels dead, remember?" He took my face in his hands, his eyes filled with worry, and sympathy. Tears threatened to fall once again, this time they let themselves free. I couldn't hold back. I grabbed onto his hands and buried my head into the crook of his neck, weeping for a love I wanted so much, but couldn't have. He was gone, and he would never return. I lost him, and it's my fault.
"I'm sorry Michael, I thought you were Samuel, you remind me so much of your Grandfather, you're too kind hearted to fools like me, please leave for your own good. I need time alone"
"Wait, there was something I wanted to ask you" he turned his head towards the window, staring blankly as if looking for the question in the depths of the washed out town that is Morganville. His big blue eyes of sapphire looked into mine, washing out the last few moments. . I signalled him with a smooth wave of my hand to carry on. He returned his glance to the window, still searching for something "Amelie, I'm concerned about Claire, she came home late last night, and I went to check on her later on, she was not there. I know she can take care of herself – she's proven that tenfold by now – but she seems very troubled just recently. It scares me. But I can't help worrying. We're worried for her. It's Claire"
"Michael, what can I possibly do? Place a tracking device around her ankle? Watch her every minute of every day? I can't do that, and you know I wouldn't if I could. Her life is her own, and the choices she makes are hers alone. Nothing I can do will change that, so what do you possibly think I could do for her, and that is assuming I want to" My voice shook towards the end of my sentence. Fangs shot down faster than before, sending me into blood lust. The beast inside taking over my body. I struggled for composure; the sharp voice of Michael Glass broke me from my tortured mind.
His eyes hold desperation as his piercing gaze meets mine, and I feel myself begin to shake. My fangs ascended, as my body began to tremble. No. Not, not in front of him. No. Still shaking I sit back down at my desk and say "What do you want me to say Michael? I have done nothing, and I have no clue where she is"
He sighs and says "I am assuming nothing Amelie, I'm just… hoping that you'll feel something for the girl that's saved your town more times than you even know. I'll go now, and leave you to your work" He sneers and I barely stop my fangs from descending as a show of dominance.
As he walks away, I feel myself slipping from reality, and I realise something. If I don't take action soon, façades and power, politics and etiquette, pretences and lies, they mean nothing.
They mean little to the dead.