Claire's Point of View
After arriving back at Amelie's house, I went into the living room and practically collapsed on the sofa. I was worried about Amelie. Even though I had said I could help get her feelings back for us, I had no idea when it came to witchcraft. What if she is like that forever?
I yawned and laid my head on the arm of the sofa. I hadn't realised what all the running about and life and death had done to my energy.
"Claire wake up." I yawned and opened my eyes. Amelie is standing besides me, smelling really nice.
"Um, hi. You smell nice."
"Come." Amelie beckoned me to follow her. I got up and stretched, then went through the door Amelie had gone through.
When I went through I was immediately disoriented. Even though I was standing in the hall it felt... weird somehow. Amelie is standing on the stairs watching me. Something's wrong, a part of me said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Come." Amelie said, going upstairs. After getting my bearings, I follow her upstairs and across the landing to her bedroom. Amelie sits down on the bed and pats the space next to her.
I sit down and glance over Amelie cautiously. "This isn't real, isn't it?"
"Observant." Amelie places a hand on my cheek. That surprises me, until I remembered it wasn't real.
"Is this a dream?" I asked.
"Whatever you want to call it. Now I need you to listen very carefully because you won't remember this, but it will be somewhere deep in your mind. Christopher is coming for me. He will take me and attempt to extract my power and I'm not sure if I will survive it. When you feel a prick on your hand, he's coming."
"But I can stop him. We can stop him! We did it before didn't we?" I place my hand over hers.
"You won't remember this. But as I said, it will be buried in your mind. You have to uncover it."
"But... What will the prick mean? Just a warning?"
"Because I used my power on you, you have some stored in you and Christopher needs that to extract it from me. Then we can think about how to kill him for good." Amelie took her hand from my face and placed her hand on mine. "I just want to apologise for everything I've done to you. Pushing you away, breaking up with you... I've never wanted to hurt you."
"I know, you don't have to apologise. After we get rid of Christopher, we can start again. There's no need to apologise."
Amelie smiled slightly. "Thank you, Claire." I squeezed her hand and felt an overwhelming need to sleep. But I didn't want to leave her, I couldn't leave her. Amelie kisses my cheek and I fall asleep.
Amelie's Point of View
Arriving back at my house after my visit with Oliver, I went into the living room and see Claire sleeping on the sofa. I go over and brush her hair away from her face and lays a blanket over her.
I watch her for a few moments. I wish I could sleep, but I have a busy schedule tonight. Watching Claire sleep made me remember about everything I had done to her. Breaking up with her, pushing her away, nearly crushing her mind with my power.
At first I thought I wanted her to leave me alone, but now I was thinking; did Claire know this was Christopher's work? She is the brightest child I have ever met, but maybe she has a power of her own.
Sighing, I go over to the drawer under the desk and open it. Inside is a book the ghosts had directed me to when I had come back from the meeting. I'm sure Christopher will be coming back and when we does, I need to get rid of him for good.
The first few pages had spells of possession, how to move objects and how to make voodoo dolls. I flicked through some more pages then stopped, when I came to a page with a picture of a red demon with horns. I read the small passage.
Demons are long lived creatures who are extremely difficult to kill. They are manipulative, sadistic and some are trained in black magic. Further down the page, it says, Recently demons have been able to acquire human form, but to stay young, they have to drain everything from the young victim which always always ended in death. If their original body is destroyed, if they have a spell in place they can body jump and live on in someone else.
That explains Christopher... I thought.
I was about to turn the page to find out how to kill him, when Claire stirred. I closed the book and put it away in the drawer. "Hello, Claire. Did you have a nice sleep?"
Claire sat up and shrugged. "It was alright. I didn't know how tired I was. Did you put this blanket on me?"
"Yes."
"Thanks. So how did the meeting with Oliver go?"
"It went okay. He didn't try any advances on me, before you jump to conclusions." I sat down in my chair behind the desk. "You haven't contacted the ghosts, have you?"
"Now whose jumping to conclusions? I practically passed out as soon as I got here." Claire stood up. "So um... When are you going to contact them? Maybe they have the answer."
"Soon. What are you going to do today?"
Claire shrugged. "There's nothing to do. Please can I come with you?"
"I won't be going anywhere exciting. You would just be sitting in my office."
"I don't care. Anywhere but here." Claire put on her coat and lifted the hood.
"I thought you liked it here? Or did you stay because of me?"
"Well, I didn't exactly volunteer to stay in this house for years, so yeah it was because of you." Claire sighed and walked out. Christopher was wrong; I hadn't broken her.
I got up and followed Claire out. She was waiting outside the car. "Why are you waiting?"
"I know Christopher made it so you want to get away from me whenever I touched you but... He's not here now. Maybe he's far away and I think the farther he goes, the less of an effect it has on you."
I know where she is going with this. "No," I opened the door. "Go in. I'm not your guinea pig."
"I know your not, but it doesn't have to be a kiss or anything, I could just try holding your hand." Claire's eyes are pleading with me; whether she knows that or not I don't know.
"No, Claire. Go in, now." Claire sighed. She turned to go in, then she turned and tried to kiss me. I stepped back in time, then lightly pushed her into the car. I sighed. Why did young people have to be so stubborn? "Do not touch me, until we get to Founder's Square."