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Fandom: Morganville Vampire Series
Pairing: Amelie/Oliver
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13
Warning[s]: Brief mentions of violence, sex, and death. No bad language. Abuse of parathesises.
Comments: First attempt at Morganville Vampires fanfiction. Note that since there's no details on either Oliver or Amelie's pasts, the following sentences contain massive speculation on their lives pre-Glass Houses.
Goodbye
“Good night, Oliver,” She says, and then she forces her blood down his throat, because she’s not sure she’s ready to let him go.
Last
Her face is the last thing Oliver sees before he dies.
Now
The moment he died was the moment he began to really live.
God
After she turned him (for she was still young and weak) she prayed for his soul; later, she wondered why she’d bothered, or if he’d ever been in danger of losing it (or if she ought to have prayed for her own).
Ghost
When she rejected him, a thousand years ago, he looked hurt-that expression still haunts her, for all that she claims not to feel for him.
Harm
He hurts her pets whenever he feels too bitter about the way things are between them; it’s the only reason she lets him get away with it as often as she does.
Book
If he couldn’t have her, he’d thought, then he’d settle for taking everything that belonged to her-but holding the book in his hands wasn’t as satisfying as it could have been, particularly when he opened it and found it full of Shakespeare (who he detested) instead.
Sudden
He knows that his connection to her will outlast any sudden infatuations, but he also knows that it might not be enough to make her love him.
Eye
When she looks at Sam, the world vanishes; when she looks at Oliver, she vanishes into the world.
One
One by one, Amelie kills off her enemies, but Oliver continues to plague her.
Power
Is it desire for her or desire for power that keeps him near?
Cool
Amelie is frigid and distant for a century, and then she discovers Oliver isn’t dead after all-and the vase she breaks is irreparable.
Blur
The years begin to melt together, so that decades feel like days, but the moment Oliver arrived in Morganville is still dagger-sharp in her mind.
Wrong
It is foolish to get attached-vampires must learn to move on-but they do so, secretly, anyway.
King
Amelie tells herself that it is for everyone’s good (and not her own, personal desire) that she refuses to let Oliver become his own king.
Thousand
There are less than a thousand vampires left in the world, but Amelie reserves her worries for only her trusted friends (and Oliver).
Learn
She wants him to learn his place, but she’s not sure where it is (he knows it’s beside her).
Wait
Oliver hates waiting-for customers to make up their minds, for the attack to begin, for the sun to set-but he’s been waiting for Amelie for centuries.
Change
At some point, Amelie muses, Oliver will have to admit that black leather is not in style.
Command
Amelie commands respect; Oliver demands respect, usually with his teeth.
Naked
There are nude portraits from her days in France somewhere, Amelie muses-not knowing that Oliver managed to steal one and even now keeps it wrapped beneath the coffee shop.
Shadow
Vallery doesn’t know what Amelie and Oliver do, in that secret room downstairs, but he does know that it’s his job to make sure that no one ever sees the torn clothing that ends up on the floor there, every time they meet.
Precious
She cherishes little, but the few moments when they aren’t enemies, or tentative allies, but simply two old souls long intertwined: those moments are her own-enjoyment that isn’t bittersweet.
Safe
The would-be traitor takes a wild stab at her chest, and Olive snatches the stake from his hand, pins him to the wall with it, and insults her choice in bodyguards, all in the same breath.
Bother
“Don’t bother,” Amelie says to the too-wary bodyguard (her town is still young, and her servants still adjusting), and she watches Oliver leave (but she knows he’ll come back)
Hide
She waits impatiently for him to stop sulking in the dark and challenge her-her rule is stable and silent and so boring without him.
Young
Sam clings to his idealism, and Oliver can only smirk-was he ever that young and foolish, to think that Amelie would find his dreams more important than reality?
Soul
Amelie wishes she could believe in fairness, but she knows that vampires don’t have souls, or hearts, or anything deserving of love.
History
They play the same game, over and over, a checkmate that never lasts longer than a decade-Oliver will never tell her that he could win (she relies too heavily on the queen).
Fortune
Oliver met Bishop in a temple to Tyche, Greek goddess of luck, and when he escaped, barely alive, he pitied Amelie for the first time.
Drive
Oliver suspects that Amelie’s coded chess games were devised with the secondary purpose of driving him insane (and he’s right).
Child
“Don’t be sentimental, Amelie-you know well enough that they’re not children anymore,” and you have be stronger than this, is the unspoken reminder (which she hears plain as day).
Gentle
Oliver touches Amelie’s face, white as death, and reaches out-come back, wake up, he thinks, or I’ll kill one of your pets out of spite
Wall
There is only an inch between their faces, but it might as well be a silver wall-they cannot bear to admit they’d like to be closer.
Need
She bites deep into his arm, sucking out his life, and he forgets to pull away.
Hunger
Her bite (full of hunger and pain) is as close as he’ll ever come to a kiss.
Vision
Sam watches Amelie, her mouth stained with Oliver’s blood, her unthinking pleasure as she licks her lips…and wonders who she really is.
Picture
Amelie sees the pictures of Oliver in his scarecrow costume online (captioned HE IS EVIL), imagines his expression, and-very slightly-smiles.
Fool
She’d give up Myrnin, her pet fool, before she’d give up him-he takes comfort in that.
Mad
She’s mad to think that Oliver is trustworthy, but she doesn’t fear as he puts the leash around her neck.
Hold
She wouldn’t have the strength to face her father if Oliver wasn’t holding her upright, something solid against the pain.
Motion
Amelie and Oliver move together, in unison, as they lead the way towards the end.
Attention
The day after the funeral, Oliver comes and drinks tea with her in silence (and afterwards, she feels better).
Wash
Long after the battle with Bishop is done, Amelie receives her pale pink suit, neatly repaired, and remembers-the pain of silver, the memory of Sam lodged somewhere in her innards, and Oliver, smiling as he takes off the leash, and lets her go.
Time
Forever, indeed, Claire thinks indignantly, as Oliver runs a finger along the inside of Amelie wrist in full view (although Claire is too young to understand the vampire art of letting go).
Torn
“I told you that you were giving them too much,” Oliver complains, as they wait for the sunset under the ashes and corpses of what was once Morganville, and (there’s no reason to pretend any longer to be emotionless) she snarls, even as she admits (to herself) that he’s right.
Sing
“Have you always loved me, Oliver?”
Stop
He pauses, halfway out the door, and turns to say, truthfully, “Always, and you?”
Never
“Never,” She whispers-but that is a lie.
Believe
She likes the solitude of churches, and their quiet, their beauty, their echoes of the faithful, their purity (and the memories they invoke, of a different time, and a different church, where she met and prayed for and killed a man named Oliver).
Pairing: Amelie/Oliver
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG-13
Warning[s]: Brief mentions of violence, sex, and death. No bad language. Abuse of parathesises.
Comments: First attempt at Morganville Vampires fanfiction. Note that since there's no details on either Oliver or Amelie's pasts, the following sentences contain massive speculation on their lives pre-Glass Houses.
Goodbye
“Good night, Oliver,” She says, and then she forces her blood down his throat, because she’s not sure she’s ready to let him go.
Last
Her face is the last thing Oliver sees before he dies.
Now
The moment he died was the moment he began to really live.
God
After she turned him (for she was still young and weak) she prayed for his soul; later, she wondered why she’d bothered, or if he’d ever been in danger of losing it (or if she ought to have prayed for her own).
Ghost
When she rejected him, a thousand years ago, he looked hurt-that expression still haunts her, for all that she claims not to feel for him.
Harm
He hurts her pets whenever he feels too bitter about the way things are between them; it’s the only reason she lets him get away with it as often as she does.
Book
If he couldn’t have her, he’d thought, then he’d settle for taking everything that belonged to her-but holding the book in his hands wasn’t as satisfying as it could have been, particularly when he opened it and found it full of Shakespeare (who he detested) instead.
Sudden
He knows that his connection to her will outlast any sudden infatuations, but he also knows that it might not be enough to make her love him.
Eye
When she looks at Sam, the world vanishes; when she looks at Oliver, she vanishes into the world.
One
One by one, Amelie kills off her enemies, but Oliver continues to plague her.
Power
Is it desire for her or desire for power that keeps him near?
Cool
Amelie is frigid and distant for a century, and then she discovers Oliver isn’t dead after all-and the vase she breaks is irreparable.
Blur
The years begin to melt together, so that decades feel like days, but the moment Oliver arrived in Morganville is still dagger-sharp in her mind.
Wrong
It is foolish to get attached-vampires must learn to move on-but they do so, secretly, anyway.
King
Amelie tells herself that it is for everyone’s good (and not her own, personal desire) that she refuses to let Oliver become his own king.
Thousand
There are less than a thousand vampires left in the world, but Amelie reserves her worries for only her trusted friends (and Oliver).
Learn
She wants him to learn his place, but she’s not sure where it is (he knows it’s beside her).
Wait
Oliver hates waiting-for customers to make up their minds, for the attack to begin, for the sun to set-but he’s been waiting for Amelie for centuries.
Change
At some point, Amelie muses, Oliver will have to admit that black leather is not in style.
Command
Amelie commands respect; Oliver demands respect, usually with his teeth.
Naked
There are nude portraits from her days in France somewhere, Amelie muses-not knowing that Oliver managed to steal one and even now keeps it wrapped beneath the coffee shop.
Shadow
Vallery doesn’t know what Amelie and Oliver do, in that secret room downstairs, but he does know that it’s his job to make sure that no one ever sees the torn clothing that ends up on the floor there, every time they meet.
Precious
She cherishes little, but the few moments when they aren’t enemies, or tentative allies, but simply two old souls long intertwined: those moments are her own-enjoyment that isn’t bittersweet.
Safe
The would-be traitor takes a wild stab at her chest, and Olive snatches the stake from his hand, pins him to the wall with it, and insults her choice in bodyguards, all in the same breath.
Bother
“Don’t bother,” Amelie says to the too-wary bodyguard (her town is still young, and her servants still adjusting), and she watches Oliver leave (but she knows he’ll come back)
Hide
She waits impatiently for him to stop sulking in the dark and challenge her-her rule is stable and silent and so boring without him.
Young
Sam clings to his idealism, and Oliver can only smirk-was he ever that young and foolish, to think that Amelie would find his dreams more important than reality?
Soul
Amelie wishes she could believe in fairness, but she knows that vampires don’t have souls, or hearts, or anything deserving of love.
History
They play the same game, over and over, a checkmate that never lasts longer than a decade-Oliver will never tell her that he could win (she relies too heavily on the queen).
Fortune
Oliver met Bishop in a temple to Tyche, Greek goddess of luck, and when he escaped, barely alive, he pitied Amelie for the first time.
Drive
Oliver suspects that Amelie’s coded chess games were devised with the secondary purpose of driving him insane (and he’s right).
Child
“Don’t be sentimental, Amelie-you know well enough that they’re not children anymore,” and you have be stronger than this, is the unspoken reminder (which she hears plain as day).
Gentle
Oliver touches Amelie’s face, white as death, and reaches out-come back, wake up, he thinks, or I’ll kill one of your pets out of spite
Wall
There is only an inch between their faces, but it might as well be a silver wall-they cannot bear to admit they’d like to be closer.
Need
She bites deep into his arm, sucking out his life, and he forgets to pull away.
Hunger
Her bite (full of hunger and pain) is as close as he’ll ever come to a kiss.
Vision
Sam watches Amelie, her mouth stained with Oliver’s blood, her unthinking pleasure as she licks her lips…and wonders who she really is.
Picture
Amelie sees the pictures of Oliver in his scarecrow costume online (captioned HE IS EVIL), imagines his expression, and-very slightly-smiles.
Fool
She’d give up Myrnin, her pet fool, before she’d give up him-he takes comfort in that.
Mad
She’s mad to think that Oliver is trustworthy, but she doesn’t fear as he puts the leash around her neck.
Hold
She wouldn’t have the strength to face her father if Oliver wasn’t holding her upright, something solid against the pain.
Motion
Amelie and Oliver move together, in unison, as they lead the way towards the end.
Attention
The day after the funeral, Oliver comes and drinks tea with her in silence (and afterwards, she feels better).
Wash
Long after the battle with Bishop is done, Amelie receives her pale pink suit, neatly repaired, and remembers-the pain of silver, the memory of Sam lodged somewhere in her innards, and Oliver, smiling as he takes off the leash, and lets her go.
Time
Forever, indeed, Claire thinks indignantly, as Oliver runs a finger along the inside of Amelie wrist in full view (although Claire is too young to understand the vampire art of letting go).
Torn
“I told you that you were giving them too much,” Oliver complains, as they wait for the sunset under the ashes and corpses of what was once Morganville, and (there’s no reason to pretend any longer to be emotionless) she snarls, even as she admits (to herself) that he’s right.
Sing
“Have you always loved me, Oliver?”
Stop
He pauses, halfway out the door, and turns to say, truthfully, “Always, and you?”
Never
“Never,” She whispers-but that is a lie.
Believe
She likes the solitude of churches, and their quiet, their beauty, their echoes of the faithful, their purity (and the memories they invoke, of a different time, and a different church, where she met and prayed for and killed a man named Oliver).