Amelie POV

Someone was watching me. One begins to develop these special abilities when you are over a thousand years old. I - the Founder of Morganville - was sat behind my desk when I felt the them focus on my face.

If I were a human, the pulse of my heart would have spiked suddenly at that moment. Mine did not. I was a vampire, the strongest vampire left standing in this broken town. I did not even bat a perfect eyelid at the thought of a peeping tom.

Instead, I focused on the legal papers before me. Earlier this morn, Oliver had sent a blood child his to transfer them unto my possession. My stormy grey eyes scanned the elegant presided script of the first paper. It was all rather amusing to think Oliver contained the brain power to write such things.

Within the first paragraph, he proposed Oliver and I should rule this town side by side. Considering he was the one who had tried many times to defeat me, I had to admit it took my by surprise. Not many vampires had ever made that achievement, not even my father...

Ah, I thought. Oliver was the one watching me, most likely. Awaiting my response to his letter. Clever, clever man. Leaning back into my velvet throne, my eyes scanned the round room that I used as my office. I found comfort in knowing there were at least two guards at all entrances. Protecting me from any enemies who may want me deceased. The count of such people was rising daily.

Running a town could be very tiring.

Maybe that is the reason I had let Oliver kiss me earlier. But why had I let my hair down for him? In my entire life, only Sam was the man would I felt alive with; with whom I could relax without the constant fear.

I was alone.

I had defeated the Draug and Magnus. Therefore there was nothing of urgency for me to face. Humans were back to their old tricks, following their irrational hearts instead of their minds. Vampires all over Morganville were begging for the rights to even more hunting privileges.

Few had chosen to openly react to the resurface of the old rules. Claire Danvers, the poor child, had taken it upon herself to accuse Oliver of manipulating me, in this very room. I had sent her away immediately. Oliver was merely acting as a play thing for me. Yes, he had some interesting ideas; however I have always been one step ahead of everyone else. The absolutely unforeseeable event was when my father had killed Sam.

A single tear dropped from my eyes onto the paper below. Sam. How I miss you, my love. Sam Glass, grandfather of Michael Glass, died a year before. My heart ached thinking of him. Truth be told, the love I felt for Oliver was not love... It was the merely relief of being wanted again after so long. Oliver and I could actually stand each other, now, after so long. I knew he wanted to allow our vampire kind to have more freedom. Every time he proposed his idea, a sliver of dark hope benighted within me.

We could grow strong again, as we were before. It was the demonic Draug who had led us to our fall...

I shook my head, wiping away all ill-mannered thoughts. Now was a time for business, not petty human feelings. I returned to looking at the document before me, just as my door was flung open. I did not even look up, I had no need to, haven already recognized their heart beat.

"Hello, Amelie." Claire Danvers stepped lightly into my office. I ignored her, and continued pondering Oliver's requests. The child moved forward, then stopped suddenly. It was tempting to look up, but I did not. The document was far more interesting. I heard her sigh, then retreat and she against the door.

Just then, right there at the bottom of the paper, was a handwritten note from Oliver himself. It caught my eye causing an absorb amount of intrigue within me.

My dearest Amelie,

Forgive me for all I have done in the past. I feel finally that this town is exactly what you wanted; a safe haven for vampires. We could farm the humans slowly, inconspicuously, my dear. We can live among humans safely from the outside world. I ask you to consider all I written,

Love

Oliver.

Love...Sam... love... Oliver... love. I couldn't believe my eyes. An invisible spotlight suddenly shone down on me, an iron fist closed in on my lungs. My thoughts became jumbled and I frankly forgot the human child was present.

I began to weep with happiness.