Amelie's Point of View

I was going through Oliver's list of suggestions for how to lure Christopher in and trap him, when I caught the sound of squeaky wheels approaching.

"What has the mad man built this time?" Oliver asked. He held my hand, but I took it out of his and went to the door. Oliver beat me to it and opened the door to reveal Claire dragging a kids trailer full of sharp and jagged pieces of metal with Myrnin walking ahead.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Whatever you want it to be. I can make anything out of this and your witchy friends can use it to their advantage." Myrnin seemed pleased with himself about this.

"Their advantage?" Oliver asked. "Don't you mean ours, you idiot?"

I ignored their little argument and glanced at Claire. She is staring at the ground and when she did look up, she looked like she had been fighting over something in her head.

"Amelie?" Myrnin tapped me.

"What?"

"I asked where are your witchy friends?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen them in a while. Which makes this useless. Take it away." I turned around and went back into the house. I sat down on the chair behind my desk and sighed.

"Have you tried contacting them?" Oliver asked, coming in.

"No, because last time they forced me out for 5 days. I wouldn't know how to contact them anyway."

"How about in your sleep? You haven't slept in months."

"Can't imagine why..." I saw Claire going upstairs and before Oliver could say anything else, I said "I'm going to my room. Don't follow me."

I walked upstairs and went into my bedroom. I stopped in front of my bed and heard the tiniest shuffle of feet; humans would never have heard it.

I spun around pinned Claire to the wall by her wrists. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"I was waiting for you. I need you to answer something for me."

"Surely, you could have asked me downstairs. My room is off limits unless I say so."

Claire took a breath. "Do you love Oliver?"

I let go of her. "Excuse me?"

"Myrnin told me all about how short your relationships are. He said that you shut yourself down so that your boyfriend or girlfriend can't see you've found someone else. Is that what you're doing to me?"

Why did humans feel the need to jump to conclusions? "Claire-"

"Don't lie to me. I've seen the way you act around Oliver. I've been seeing it a lot and only spoke up now. Just tell me the truth and I can help you catch Christopher then I will be gone."

"No, I don't love him. He thinks if he acts nice enough I will leave him, but emotions are a bothersome thing."

"So if you didn't have any you would have left me?"

"If I didn't have any, you would have been dead long ago." I went to sit down on my bed. "Leave now. I need some time on my own."

"Another thing... I've contacted the ghosts." Claire stepped forward. A spike of annoyance shot through me.

"You did what?"

"I was just sleeping, then I had a dream where I was in this barn and the ghosts were there. They said they know how to catch and kill Christopher and they can do something with all the metal that we brought."

"They can't speak while they're here and I have no time for their petty requests of admitting I love you. Did they say anything else or was that it?"

"They... They could sent something through to me if you weren't willing to cooperate. They just wanted you to treat me better that's all." Claire looked down, nervously playing with her fingers.

"I've been treating you adequately and they're still not here. You will have to ask them to send something to you."

"They want you to stop being affectionate with Oliver. It sends the wrong message and your not in love with him anyway."

"So you've told them of your rivalry with Oliver. That's not surprising. And I don't show any affection to him, he shows it to me."

"But you don't stop him." Claire looked back up, lightly glaring.

"No I don't. I also don't return the feelings. Now if your quite done, I would like some time alone. And don't come back into my bedroom again unless I say so."

Claire stood and stared for a moment then she sighed and left.

Claire's Point of View

I felt there was no getting through or understanding Amelie. One minute she would be the way I want her to be; caring and then she would completely shut me out.

Going into my room, I lay down. Why did the ghosts contact me? Anyway they would just have to send whatever they wanted to send me.

Looking to the window, if I had a beating heart it would have stopped.

"Hello Claire." Melissa said.