Sorry for the delay in updates had a few others things on my mind! But on a better note here is update 16…enjoy!
Amelie's pov
They look at me like a murderer. Maybe that's true but my father taught me well. They are my pawns to play how I wish. The humans of Morganville mean something but my kind are steps away from extinction. The screams echo in the hall, Claire is curled into Shane's torso- tears silently falling down her cheeks whilst she burrows herself into him, willing the screams to stop. Eve is not weeping nor reacting in anyway, just standing motionless… colour draining her cheeks. Michael is furious; his body is tense with anger not unlike many in our group. The closest to me still in shock, not one knew my plan- Oliver's face is stone set, a mixture of awe and disgust; he is the fighter but although bloodthirsty he looks sickened. This wasn't what I wanted but how could I stand and watch my town fall at my feet- Claire's parents? They were coldblooded murder.
My theory. My theory is simple. It's my father's ways. The one of an old ruler.
He had to find a weakness in the chain, believing that targeting a parent would break the spirit but no. He was wrong. He doesn't understand the dynamics of my town- of the close circle. If anything it has made them more determined. Claire wants their deaths to means something and I will make my father pay for the agony he has caused her. They were a murder of spite. He wanted to show his rule, he wanted it to begin but we didn't fold. I keep my pieces safe by using the pawns- my chest board is emptying quickly though.
His pawns were sent in, shown directly to Claire's parents; they were to be the only killings. Though he allowed for them to be brutal and unneeded. His need wasn't to shock but to frighten. He wanted my town to feel his rule before it was declared but he didn't realise I'm his daughter. I'm nothing of his but I have his blood. The father from both sides of life yet all I inherit is his will to survive in rule. He believed me weakened by the mere mortals but though I have a town in which both coexist… my priority is very few of the breathers yet all of my own.
The old times are returning; the chess board almost overturned. Brutality is back, and a war is bubbling. Where is my father? My guess is close- though he is playing a game. But within every game there has to a ruler; and I play every piece- I leave nothing to chance.