Oliver POV

I would've bet the entirety of my old kingdom to any beggar or fool; based on the knowledge that my face was mirroring the pitiful human's.

Icy Lady Amelie was cracking.

I have never seen a monster such as I show so much emotion. Never. And I've lived far too long for me to admit. My plan was not working as it should, quite the opposite. I had wanted anger from the woman I was watching, not... Whatever that was.

Disgusted, I threw my body apart from the window edge-like object I lent on earlier. Morganville was under this wretch's ruling? The same blind and 'vulnerable' woman who had allowed me - the enemy who has decades over her, physically - to kiss her?

"What's up, Ollie?"

The voice broke through my inner monologue. Gritting my teeth together, I glared at the child. The disgust towards Amelie painting my face into an ugly twist.

"Be quiet." I ordered of her, amusing myself by imagining my glare held a million tiny daggers flying towards her jester-like face. Taunting me.

"Well, Oliver." the child spoke with q disrespectful tone - throwing a fist to her hip - "Whatever creepy, stakerish crap you're up to-"

"I told you, silence." I repeated.

"- with those damn floating doors -" Thankfully, just then the other person in our hide out cut off her annoyingly high-pitched voice. This man was, how do you say in today's society, a 'frenemy'.

"Girl, those are not mere door's, " The man hissed haughtily, pointing with an elaborate gesture towards my precious standing place, "Those are portals."

"My name, freak, is not Girl. It's Monica Morrell! And.. and why are you even here anyway?" Monica said, not a single pause taken to breath, as I began to pace the room. It was all so irritable.

I blocked out the man and Monica's arguing. My brain hurt for the first time in decades. Seizing the throne had not been this complex!

I knew someone else was playing this game parallel to myself, the signs we all there. Humans acting post-apocalypse crazy, paranoid. Weak vampires were acting... Stranger than usual. The two on the sofa were still arguing.

"... You are such a bloody ignorant.."

"...you cannot comprehend just how much I want to..."

"... Crazy stupid narcissistic..."

"... The fake blonde monkey finally says a long word!"

I cracked.

"BE QUIET YOU PEASANTS" I bellowed. It was so loud which lead to me feeling vibrations deep in my stomach. Silence whipped around the room, catching my two allies at surprise. Until they burst out in childish giggles.

"W-what the hell is a p-pheasant?" said Monica between outbursts, covering her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand.

Myrnin mirrored the teenager's hand only to halt her laughter, still looling like a cheshire cat himself.. She slowly came to a stop. Her laughter was still ringing my ears, however. Monica shot a glaring eyeball towards Myrnin. Brave of her.

"Oliver," Myrnin spoke after a few seconds of comfortable silence' "what did you see through my portal?"

I hesitated. It was one thing to betray your self-appointed leader. To make their name worthy enough to throw rotten food at... that was just evil. I am not evil. Just exceptionally good at self-preservation.

"Nothing substantial. Not what I was hoping for anyway.." I glanced down at the machine in my hand. I had forgotten it was there. Mrynin stood up from the leather sofa to my right where he and Monica sat. He took it from me with a quizzical brow raised.

"Did this actually work?"

"Yes, Myrnin. Most of your crazy machines do work. Sometimes"

"Firstly, I am totally shocked! You said something nice, Ollie-" Monica spoke with both mine and Myrnin's reluctant attention. Why did I need her?

"- and secondly, what is that rubbish?"

"oh," Myrnin's eyes gleaming with mischief and insanity. The usual Myrnin, "It's a simple device designed to alter light beams and sound waves to condense into one single area from another."

Monica blinked, "Soo it's kinda like a telescope?"

"It works through portals, too. Meaning I could open a portal in a tall physical feature overlooking Amelie's office without Oliver leaving this room to see it. Therefore he would be invisible to any persons who looked into the tree."

"A tree?!" Monica burst out with a breathy giggle for the millionth time during this meeting. On the edge of another laughing fit, I lookes at her. Monica's chuck was put to an end by my rather ominous expression. Again. She sobered soon after to ask,"Why couldn't anyone see a floating Ollie, then?"

"I made the receiving portal very small, only large enough for this device to fit into the gap."

Monica and I smiled at the same time only to stare each-other down. She obviously wanted to comment on that before I. Little puny, stupid... She then backed-down further into the sofa and retreated.

"Does your precious Claire know about this?" I asked, honestly interested. Myrnin had developed an unhealthy infatuation with the human. He claimed it was not true, he only 'loved her open mind', I could tell it was otherwise. She was not as smart as they said.

Myrnin flopped himself back next to Monica on the sofa, causing her to jostle a little. He sheepishly looked from the teenage to me, and back again.

"No, she barely knows anything at all."

A/N : Just to clarify, a frenemy is an enemy who pretends to be a friend. Sort of.