Claire's Point of View

I was still getting over the buzz of what happened and Amelie's confession when she left the room to go see whose at the door. I got up and followed her, sitting on the stairs.

Amelie opened the door and outside stood Oliver. I growled, but a quick look from Amelie told me to shut it.

"Look who I found." Oliver stepped aside and one of her guards pushed forward a teenage boy who was bound and gagged.

"A young boy." Amelie said. "Why did you bring him?"

Oliver gave her a hard look. "He's Christopher, Amelie. I saw that body he was in before. He's dead if your wondering."

"How do you know it's him?"

"I caught him in my office and he practically confessed. He didn't put up much of a fight, but you would think he's smarter than that to come out of hiding."

I got up off the stairs. "The ghost brought him. She said she would."

"The ghosts have gone." Oliver said, like he knew everything.

I glared at him. "They visited me several times while I was sleeping actually."

"You were dreaming. Try to separate dreams from reality."

I went to strangle him or perhaps rip out his throat but Amelie had an iron grip on my arm. "Stop winding her up. Come in and you can explain how you found him."

"No, he can do it outside!"

"I kissed her you know. She laid on her back and we would have gone further if she hadn't been thinking of you." Oliver smirked. "She doesn't have her whole heart set on you. Just remember that."

"And you just remember being at my house is a privilege which can easily be taken away. Now come in and stop taunting her or leave if you have nothing else to say." Amelie said, firmly. If she didn't have her hand on my arm (crushingly in fact), either Oliver or I would be dead by now.

"Fine, I'm just stating facts though." He came in and made his way to the living room. The guard with Christopher followed.

"You have to keep a hold on your temper." Amelie said, turning to me.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I was starting to lose feeling in my arm.

"Just ignore him. It only takes one remark to get you riled. With Myrnin it takes a few, but try not to let it affect you." I nodded and tapped her hand. Amelie let go and went into the living room. I rubbed where her hand had been, took a deep breath and followed her in.

Amelie's Point of View

My guard (who I needs to question what he was doing with Oliver in the first place) tied Christopher to the chair he was sitting on and took off the cloth that was keeping his mouth closed.

"Why did you go to the coffee shop? You should've known you would be found." His new body was puzzling to me. Why did he choose a small, weak human body when he has favoured strength?

"I... Was looking for something to help me hide better." He replied in a strained voice.

"Is someone controlling you?"

"Well, you could say that." He said. "I just... Wanted to... find another disguise." He coughs and stiffened then drew in several breaths. "Stupid witch!"

"Is Melissa controlling you?" Claire asked, coming forward.

"They've gone. You said so yourself, Amelie." Oliver said, impatiently.

"Well last time I checked I don't have the ability to see ghosts, when they are invisible."

"She likes to think she is controlling me," Christopher replied. "But all she's doing is making it really hard to talk. How is the little spell I've put on you, Amelie?"

"It doesn't affect me. So whatever your trying to achieve won't work."

"It does work. When you touch her, you won't allow it and you will be sick if you don't let go. Would you like me-" Christopher stiffened again and inhaled rapidly. "I could... remove what I've done to you... Then you can kill me. Melissa will show you how."

"That proves it. The ghosts are still here. Melissa is controlling him." Claire crossed her arms and sent a glare to Oliver, though it didn't seemed too fussed.

"Honestly, I don't care. Just tell your dead friends how Amelie can kill him."

"Won't you do the honour, Oliver?" I asked.

"He hasn't been after me. Or I would have killed him long ago."

"I'm sure you would have." I grabbed Christopher's neck and squeezed. His skin felt normal which I was quietly thankful for. "Just one question before I kill you; why are you so interested in myself and Claire?"

"I'm a witch. And as you may have noticed, I'm not in my proper body because you've burned it. So I need energy and at the time vampires was all I could I think of because they never die."

"Why specifically choose us? You could have chosen anyone you wanted." Claire asked. I was also thankful for whoever was making him tell the truth. I have no doubt he would be making it all up without them.

"I prefer a challenge. I tried to get the book your ghosts have been using, but they wouldn't let me."

"So can you stay in other people's bodies or do they run out?"

"Claire, this isn't an idle conversation." I told her, squeezing his neck harder.

"Why are you offering?" Christopher asked in a choked whisper.

"Don't get any ideas. I was just wondering why he burned the other guard." Claire replied, crossing her arms.

"You burnt my body, so I did the same to one of your guys. But you don't seem too upset, do you? Do they mean anything to you?"

"No they don't. Now are you going to kill him now, Amelie or will I have to do it?" Oliver asked, impatient as always.

"No, because he will just jump into another body, if you haven't learned that already." I said.

"Have you learned to interpret your feelings yet?" He asked with a sly smirk. Christopher went to say something and so I squeezed tighter, careful not to snap his windpipe.

"I've chosen Claire. So you can stop the fantasies and find someone else."

"You need to get Christopher to remove whatever he's done to you." Claire said. I lightened my grip enough for Christopher to talk.

"You heard what she said."

"How do you know I will take it off? I could put a stronger one on you that would get stronger with time." With the smile he gave, he thought he knew everything.

"Your forgetting my friends in the afterlife." I said, which Oliver snorted at. I ignored him. "They are more powerful than you, so they can easily remove the spell if your unwilling to. It would be a shame for you, since it might have meant you would live a bit longer."

The smile quickly left his face.

"If you don't believe her, they are already showing their power by controlling you and controlling what you say. Now remove what you've done to Amelie or you will die right now." Sometimes Claire did surprise me by what she comes up with.

"Don't worry, Claire you can go back to being a little child once this is all over."

Some things will never stop. I often wonder what it is about me worth fighting over. "Oliver shush, Claire calm down. So what will it be, Christopher?"

"You don't know how to kill me yet, so you can't threaten me with death can you? And the only way you can contact them is when your sleeping and I can easily make sure you never wake up again."

Claire went to say something when the door knocked and I heard something being pushed under the door. Christopher knew what it was. He struggled to get free of his restraints and he wasn't looking so arrogant now.

"This liquid stuff prevents the body jumping spell and it kills him from the inside." Claire handed the light blue fluid in a vial to me.

"Hopefully, painfully." Oliver remarked.

"Wait! I can remove what I did to you. I promise!"

"As soon as you face death, you become a coward."

"Everyone's like that, Amelie. You shouldn't be surprised." Oliver said, crossing his arms.

"So you would turn into a coward when your about to die?" Claire asked. I sent a harsh look to Oliver to tell him to keep quiet. Oliver sighed.

"I promise. Then you can torture me all you like."

I don't believe you." I said and let go of him. "Open his mouth."

"No, wait!"

"Amelie, Melissa's here!" Claire said. I turned around and saw her looking almost as real as anyone. She said something but I couldn't lip read well.

"What is she saying?"

"She's saying she can help." Claire said.

"How do you know that?" Oliver asked.

"I studied lip reading when I was alone." Claire shrugged. "She's saying that you can't trust Christopher not to put a more powerful spell on you, so she can help."

"Well, not trusting him is a no brainer." Oliver remarked.

"Hush. How can she help? She can't touch me." I asked.

"You can touch her. Making herself real like that took a lot of energy, but she made it so you can touch her. But after that... She will leave."

"Let's get this over and done with then." I said. I walked up to her and glanced down at her hand. "I wish I could've known you longer."

Melissa nodded and said the words "Me too."

I touched her hand and then a sharp shooting pain raced up my arm and through my body. I tried not to crush her hand, as I had been through worse but I was finding difficulty in that. Finally Melissa let go and disappeared.