Then force me to submit. Or walk away.
Oliver shook his head, and Claire thought he started to turn, but then his right hand shot out and closed around Amelies throat, slamming her back against the wood. She tried to speak, but his grip was cutting off her voice.
We cant be equals, he said. Im sorry. I never wanted it to come to this.
And he bit her in the throat.
Claire screamed.
Oliver was drinking Amelies blood. Amelie was fighting him, but he was too strong for her, and her guard . . . her guard wasnt moving.
Do something! Claire screamed at the guard, but he just stood there. She dashed to the other door and threw it open. The female vamp was on guard there, and turned when Claire screamed at her, too.
But she didnt do anything, either.
Oliver suddenly let go of Amelie and stepped back, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of one hand. She stood there, eyes closed, and put a trembling hand over the wound on her neck. There was blood spilled on her immaculate white jacket. She didnt speak.
Oliver turned to the guard and said, See her to a chair. Gently.
The guard bowed his head briefly, then came toward her, but Amelies eyes snapped open. Dont touch me, she snapped, but he didnt obey her. Not at all. He took her arm and guided her back to a chair at the side of the table . . . not the head, where shed been sitting before. Amelie shook free and sank down. She looked ill now, and angry, and humiliated.
Oliver stood where he was for a moment, then turned and addressed the other guard. Go get Ysandre and John, he said. I want them here.
The guard nodded and left. Ysandre? Claire said. Youre bringing her in here? Ysandre was a stone-cold menace. Amelie had kept her in prison for a while, and Claire hadnt seen her much recently. Shed hoped that someone had accidentally thrown her under a bus.
Ysandre had tried to hit on Shane. And that alone was reason enough to hate her.
Quiet, Oliver said. Sit down, all of you. You have no reason to panic. The situation is under control. Under his control, which was in itself plenty of cause for panic, not to mention freakout. But Claire didnt dare not obey, not until she understood what had happened, and why.
Richard looked at Amelie and asked, Are you all right?
She opened her eyes and made her face into a smooth mask, showing nothing of whatever she was feeling now. Im well enough, she said. She took her hand away from her throat. The wound was already closed and healing. Dont interfere. This is an internal matter.
I know, but if you need me to help
You cant help. I tried to keep my position. I failed. She lowered her gaze to the table. Oliver leads the town now.
No, Claire whispered. No, that cant be true. That isnt right. Youre the Founder; youre
Defeated, Amelie said. Enough, Claire. There is nothing to be done now. He spared me some of the more humiliating aspects that could have accompanied the transfer of power. I wont disrespect that favor by rebelling now.
Oliver didnt say anything. He took his seat at the head of the table, and a moment later the vamp guard came back, with two othersJohn, who owned the hospital and several clinics in town, including the blood bank. John had long blond curly hair and a proud, sharp face. He looked like hed rather be anywhere else. And next to him . . . Ysandre.
Ysandre was just exactly as Claire remembered her from her days as Amelies father Bishops follower. She was beautiful, and smoky, and sexy in a sleazy kind of waythat was mostly her clothes, because she loved low-cut crop tops and even lower-cut jeans. She trailed fingers over the back of Richard Morrells neck, and he slapped them away with a glare.
Temper, Ysandre purred, and even in that one word Claire could hear the sickly sweet Southern accent. Im just trying to be friendly. Were all friends here now, right?
Oh, for Gods sake, do shut up, John said wearily. He had an English accent that was a lot more charming than Ysandres put-on drawl. Founder? You had something to Awareness dawned in his face, and Claire thought he must have sensed what had happened. His expression looked a lot like horror, and he stared at Oliver. No. No, thats not possible.
Im afraid it is, Oliver said. You command loyalty from many of Amelies closest friends and supporters. I need you to spread the word. I am now in charge. You may hear it from her own lips.
John definitely looked horrified now. Claire couldnt blame him. She was feeling pretty awful herself. Madam? He went to one knee beside Amelies chair. Command me and Ill obey.
There is nothing to command, she said. You can feel the shift of power. It is a fact of nature, one none of us can fight. Obey him, John. I wouldnt wish to see you, or any of you, harmed.
John took her hand and pressed it to his forehead in what looked like real grief, and then stood up and faced Oliver. No one will support this, he said. Watch your back, Oliver. You were well treated, and youve betrayed her. We wont forget.
John, dont, Amelie said. She sounded tired.
Im not threatening. I am stating facts. Which you know well, Oliver.
Oliver nodded. I dont care how you feel about it. Bargain with yourself as you wish, but go and tell your fellows that I am now in charge, and I wont take any challenges to my power. I am not Amelie. Test me, and Ill destroy you.
Johns eyes flared a rebellious red, but he bowed stiffly and walked out of the room.
Ysandre laughed. What a sanctimonious old frog, she said. Well, Ollie? I think I threw my lot in with the winning side this time. Were going to have a wonderful time. Where should we start? Lets just declare open season on the humans and kick it off right. I feel a good hunt coming on.
Oliver looked at her with the same kind of distaste hed just gotten from John. Youre not my second, he said. Dont presume to be informal with me. I spared your life for a specific reason, but dont think that it has anything to do with fondness.
She frowned. What do you mean, Im not your second? Whos going to challenge me for it, John?
Theres to be no challenge. Amelie is my second.
Amelie? Ysandre sounded furious, and Claire saw her hands clench. You cant be serious. You cant keep her around. Shell have a dagger in your back the first chance she gets
Like you would? Ive seen how you treat your friends as well as your enemies, presuming you make any distinction between the two at all. Dont push me. I interceded for you when Amelie wanted to wall you up in a cell with Bishop. You can show your gratitude by remembering your place, which is definitely not at my side, Oliver said. Go to my people. Tell them whats happened. Tell them I expect nothing to change until they hear differently, but that change will come. But it will be controlled, and measured, and I will look badly on any attempts to push it faster.
Ysandre stared at him through narrowed eyes, and Claire thought she was just as angry as John, but for different reasons. She finally shrugged and said, Whatever you want, boss man. If you want to be a fool, go right ahead. You just got the big chair. Good luck holding on to it, with that kind of attitude. She turned her attention to Claire, on the other side of the table, and smiled. Well, if it isnt the little bit of nothing. Hows Shane? She licked her lips. Ive been missing him.
Claire gave the vampire her best impression of Amelies cold look. If I see you around Shane, Ill stake you.
Ysandre made a little O of her mouth, and then said, No empty threat, is it? Ill just bet youve got a stake somewhere, dont you? Bet you never go anywhere without it.
Claire glanced over at her backpack. Shed brought it, but shed set it in the corner, out of the way. It was on Ysandres side of the table.
Id better go on and disarm her, boss, Ysandre said. Security and all.
Oliver looked irritated, but he didnt stop her. She went to the backpack, opened it, and dumped books and papers all over the floor.
A silver-coated stake tumbled out to thump on the carpet at her feet. Then a silver-coated knife.
Well, well, well. I think these ought to be illegal, dont you? Ysandre grabbed one of Claires papers and wrapped it around the stakes handle, and one around the knifes, and strolled back to the table. Dangerous weapons, especially in council chambers.
And before Claire or anyone else could suspect what she was going to do, she stabbed Amelie in the back, through the heart, with the stake. Amelie screamed and toppled out of her chair, limp, to the floor. Claire felt like the world was moving at nightmare speedsYsandre was too fast, Claire was too slow, and she couldnt do anything to stop it as Ysandre yanked on Amelies white-blond hair and exposed her throat to the knife.
No! Oliver shouted, and sprang to his feet.
Im going to be your second whether you like it or not! Ysandre yelled back, and put the knife to Amelies throat. And the first thing is, get rid of the competition!
Oliver lunged across the table. He hit her so hard he threw her into the far doors, which broke off the hinges, and Ysandre and the doors slid down the marble hallway for twenty feet before coming to a stop. She was still moving, weakly, but Oliver snapped his fingers and pointed the guards in her direction.
No, he said. Youre finished. Amelie was right after all: youre too stupid to be allowed to live.
He went to Amelie, kicked the fallen knife out of the way, and dropped to his knees beside her. She was frozen by the stake, and where the silver touched her, it was burning her. Ysandres paper handle had fallen off, but Oliver didnt wait. He grabbed the silver and pulled it out of her back in one fast motion, and threw the stake into the corner. Claire caught a glimpse of his hand turning black from the contact, but he didnt pause, didnt seem to feel the pain.
He cradled Amelies head in his hands. Its out, he said. Can you hear me? Amelie!
She still wasnt moving. Oliver pulled her into his arms. The female guard came back, pulling Ysandres struggling body by the hair, and he snapped, Get Theo Goldman. Now. And put that one in a cage until I decide how we should be rid of her. Something painful, preferably.
Amelies eyes slowly blinked. She focused on Olivers face. Claire had never seen her look so pale; her lips looked blue, and even her eyes seemed faded. You should have let her finish, she whispered. Better death than dishonor; isnt that our code?
Hundreds of years ago it was, he agreed. His voice was different now. Gentle. Youre the last one to cling to the past. How bad is the pain?
She seemed to think about it. Compared to what? To what youve done to me?
He was holding her hand, and now he raised it to his lips. I wouldnt have acted unless you forced me. But we both know that I dont lose once Im challenged.
You did, she whispered. Once. To me.
He kept her hand at his lips. So I did, he said, so softly Claire almost missed it. I will never hurt you again. I swear it. He hesitated, and then drew one sharpened fingernail across his wrist. Drink. I give it to you freely.
A drop of his blood hit her lips, and she gasped, opening her eyes wide. She reached for his arm and pulled the cut to her lips, drank, and then let go. She sighed and went limp. Her eyes closed. Claires throat closed up tight. She wanted to ask, but couldnt.
Richard asked for her. Is she dead?
Not yet, Oliver said. A silver stake wouldnt kill her immediately at her age, even in her weakened condition with the loss of blood. But she needs additional treatment. He looked up at Richard, at Hannah, and finally at Claire. No one speaks of this. No one.
You mean we dont say that you saved her? Richard asked. Or that you love her?
Without blinking Oliver said, Say it again and we will be electing a new mayor, boy. Im not in the mood to tolerate more human nonsense today. Do you understand me?
I understand that you want to turn this town into a cattle pen. That my people are going to be hunted and killed without mercy. So you know what, Oliver? If you want to run Morganville your way, you wont just be looking for a new mayor. Youll be looking for a place to hide while we tear this town apart. Richard got up and just . . . walked out. Hannah sat for a moment, then got up and followed him.
Leaving Claire alone with him.
Oliver was looking down at Amelies still, quiet face. He said, without raising his head, You should have gone with them. You have no part in this.
I cant go, Claire said. I need to tell you something.
Then say it and leave.
Her throat was dry, and she knewknewthat he was ready to kill the next person who annoyed him just now. Amelie wouldnt, couldnt stop him. But she had to say it. She had to try.
You said you had to kill a vampire last night, she said. Not the one from the diner?
No, Oliver said. He didnt look up at her. An old friend. I couldnt stop her any other way.
Did she say anything?
What? Oliver looked up, frowning. No. She was beyond speaking anything like sense.
But she did speak.
Only to scream that nothing was right.
That confirmed it, and Claire felt a cold, heavy sense of guilt. People are forgetting who they are. Or where. Or else they know somethings wrong, but they cant tell what it is, and its driving them crazy.
Then its obviously not confined to humans, Oliver said. Blood analysis on the affected vampires shows nothing. Its not the same as the illness we were enduring before. So he did know. And hed even done something about it, or tried.
Then its got to be the machine, the one Myrnin and I fixed. It started about the time we turned it on. He raised his head and met her eyes, and her mouth, if possible, went even dryer. Myrnin doesnt think theres anything wrong with it. I . . . I wish that was true, but I think hes in denial. I think the machine is doing this to us, and its getting worse the longer its on.
Oliver was silent for a moment, then said, And if we turn it off?