Chapter Eleven. thanks for the lovely reviews guys:D next up soon!

Once more, I was on my own. But this time filled with a new sense of purpose- he had to be somewhere.

And then, 1900, I finally found an Original...

Just not the one I was expecting...

I was passing through Wyoming, heading towards Colorado.

It was twilight, and I was cantering along on my pure white horse, heading through the wilderness. Sure, there were other means of transport now, but old habits died hard.

Suddenly, I heard another horse approaching and I glanced back to see an ebony one rapidly gaining on me. It slowed a little and ran alongside me, then I gasped in shock as I recognized the rider and pulled back on the reins, slowing down to a trot, then stopped. The other rider did too, pushing his windswept blonde hair from his eyes as he did so.

"Hello Cherie." Klaus smiled, giving me that smile that meant he was up to something. But he always gave me that smile.

My eyes widened a little. "Klaus." I just said, wondering whether I should run or not. But he just said. "You look well. How many years has it been?"

"Over a hundred for sure."

"That it has." he nodded, then I saw his eyes travel to my hand, and he said. "I see you have also taken your ring off."

Now I was silent as I reached up and showed it him- on my necklace with the locket he had given me. I saw that golden ring still on his own finger.

He got down from his horse now and entended a hand to me, an eyebrow raised. I hesitated, then took it and got down. Klaus pressed his lips to my hand and said. "You have not changed a bit."

"Neither have you. You still have that long-"

"Ah, still with the hair I see?"

"You know me."

"Yes Cherie, I do." he said, taking my face in his hands and kissing me softly for a moment, but then he said, as if he could tell how adverse to it I was. "You're angry at me Cherie. I do not blame you."

I sighed now, the wind whistling through the barren area. "You hurt me, Niklaus..." I told him, a hand on his arm.

He nodded. "I apologize. I- I really do." he took my hands now and asked quietly. "Please come back with me for a while?"

Once more I was silent, then I nodded and he kissed me once more, making my heart twinge painfully.

-ArBaN-

I woke up in the morning with arms around me and a light snore in my ear. I never imagined I would end up with Klaus in bed once more, but I did love him after all. Under everything, he was still my fiance...

But I couldn't stay. I valued my freedome way too much.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked me, sitting up as I pulled on my dress. I nodded. "I must Klaus."

He got up now and stood before me. "But why?" I sighed and didn't answer, and his face hardened. "Elijah." He just growled, then he turned and grabbed his shirt, yanking it on with his trousers. "You are looking for him?" he asked me with dark eyes.

"Yes." I said defiantly, and he snarled. "Why him!"

"Because he treated me like a real person! Not like you!" I reached up to my neck to yank the necklace he had given me off, but the spell prevented it and I snarled. "You just placated me with gifts, dresses and a false charm!"

"Oh?" He said coldly, then took his ring off and chucked it to the other side of the room. "I'm going to give you five minuets to get out of here before I snap."

I laughed harshly and said, walking up right into his face. "Look here. The real Klaus is finally showing hmm?"

He glared and just said. "I am being very merciful here. Now get out. Before I kill you."

"Oh you w-"

"Get out!"

I stared into his deep, anger filled eyes and just scoffed, turning away and slamming the door behind me.

That was probably the last time I would ever see him...

But as one door closed...

Another one opened.

-ArBaN-

1914, the year of war, and blood was plentiful. An Archduke of Austria had been shot by a Serbian, which led to Nations having treaties with Nations...

Just like a row of dominoes falling.

Not that I minded. Although, the big dresses of the olden days were gone due to rationing, and smaller ones were replaced. It was dangerous to be seen crossing the country alone with no supplies. They would think you an enemy or spy.

I settled down in England once more, a little place outside of London in the countryside where it was safer.

I had been in my little cottage for a month or two now, and I was having to resort to feeding on animals. Urgh, tasted so damn revolting after the diet of royal blood when I was with Klaus. It would have to do until the war was over anyway.

Now I was washing up, feeling like a human housewife. But it didn't help when you spilt a bottle of blood over your plates.

There was a knock on the door now, and I could recognize from the sound itself who it was. Harriet, a young human woman of twenty. She had escaped to the countryside, same as me. My name out here was Amy.

She was nice for a human. But yes, you got it- she had no idea what I was. And it was staying that way.

"Hello Harriet." I greeted her, inviting her in with a smile, offering her a cup of tea- that was British right? Tea and crumpets?

Man I was getting too world-attuned. If that even made sense.

I listened to her ramblings, then she laughed and said.

"This dashing gentleman came earlier. He was looking for someone named Arianne de Lune. I said. "I know and Amy Lune, but that's it""

"Harriet, what was his name."

"Wha-?"

"What was his name!"

She flinched at my tone, then said. "Elijah."

My eyes widened in shock, then. "Where is he now-?"

"He said he was leaving at noon."

I glanced up- it wasn't noon yet.

"Amy where are you going!"

-ArBaN-

I just ran now, not caring if any human saw me. I had to find him. All these years of looking, and it was him who found me-?

As I past the town hall, I froze, recognizing that voice.

Now I walked forwards and pushed the door open a little, peering inside. Then gasped in shock.

"Eliajh!"

He looked more shocked than me when I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

Elijah chuckled now and said. "There was word going around that a French girl was looking for me? And that she walked out on her fiance?"

His eyes were hard when they met my own damp ones. "Why did you do that." he asked now, then the Mayor spoke. "A friend of yours, Amy?"

Elijah raised an eyebrow and I sighed. "Yes, a very old friend."

The Mayor nodded now with a smile. "It's nice to meet you." Elijah nodded. "And I you."

I now dragged him outside and just said in a rush. "What happened? Where were you-?"

"Belle, your constant babbling is getting nowhere."

"Sorry."

"I've missed it."

"Brace yourself."

"What for?" he frowned, but I had already kissed him for a minuet or two. "You've not changed." he just told me now, and I chuckled. "Have you trimmed your hair a little? It's still a little long..."

"Stop picking on my hair. You should cut yours. It's very nearly to your waist."

"No! This took hundreds of years to grow!"

"As I remember."

I just chuckled, dumbstruck.

I'd finally found him.

Now what?