Amelie

Summary:"You have loved and you have lost, all while I have succumbed to: the darkness, the light, to my wildest dreams and deepest fears. I have loved you while you have lived your life to its fullest, now I must live mine." Klaus kept his last love a secret for a lifetime but now it's time to reintroduce her to the world.

Chapter Three

Klaus woke up in his own bed to the sound of his daughter crying. He got up quickly but when he entered her room, Elijah had her in his arms, doing Klaus' role as a father. He felt like this was a kick while he was already down and felt the frustration inside him grow. Hope reached out for Klaus and found solace when she was embraced by him.

"I didn't realise you were awake." Elijah said as he stepped back from the father and his daughter.

"I heard Hope crying," he said frankly as he cooed at Hope, "Where's Hayley?"

"She's still asleep, I thought I'd let her lie in for a change."

Klaus nodded and kissed his daughter's forehead as she settled down in his arms. "Has Rebekah got in contact with you?"

"She says that Marcel has found a witch that can mask the mark on her arm and that he's a lot happier away from us." Elijah shrugged slightly and crossed his arms. "I assume she's going to stay with him until he decides to live in harmony with us."

"Marcel won't be in a hurry to make peace with our family."

There was a long period of silence as Elijah watched Klaus and his every movement. Something was off with him and if Elijah was right, it had something to do with whoever was in the coffin. During the night, he noticed that someone was staying in the apartment that Klaus kept for Hayley and Hope; it had been years since the lights were on and as far as he was aware, the deed was still in Hayley's name. The curiosity was eating Elijah up inside and he knew he shouldn't ask, but he had to for his own peace of mind.

"I noticed that the lights were on across the street," he leaned on the back of a chair and glanced at Klaus, "I don't mean to pry, but who's living there?"

"No one."

"You came from there last night and you were in such a foul mood."

Klaus bit his tongue and tried to calm himself down, he hated being interrogated by his brother; he was allowed to live his own life, he was doing no harm this time. "Just leave it, brother." He set Hope down by her toys and crouched down to her level. "I'll make you something eat in a moment, sweetheart." He pushed past Elijah and went into Hope's dresser in search of something warm for her to wear.

"It's the person who was in the coffin, isn't it?" Elijah watched Klaus as he ransacked through the drawers but his silence screamed the answer. "Who is it?"

Klaus was frozen for a moment as he tried his hardest to hide his feelings, but it was hard, he was so devastated. His plan didn't work out the way he had hoped it would've. "Someone who I love," Klaus scratched his stubble and picked something out for Hope, "that's all you need to know." He stepped towards his daughter and changed her into her clothes, trying to ignore Elijah's stares on his back.

"You're not yourself Nik, something's bringing you down and I'm going to assume it's whoever is staying in that apartment."

Klaus set Hope down by her toys and stepped towards the window, looking through to Amelie's apartment.

Amelie hadn't moved from the sofa and it looked as though she had fallen asleep, crying into his coat. He placed his hand on the glass and Elijah joined him, peering over his shoulder to see the young woman with the long blonde hair. She was young and fragile looking, something that Elijah knew his brother found a great interest in.

"I hurt her, Elijah. I kept her in that coffin for a lifetime so that I could keep her from Mikael; but life got in the way and then Hope came along and then Camille," he let out a long sigh and shook his head as he beat himself up inside his own mind, "I honestly kept her in my mind but not as much as I should've. I told her everything while she was cursed to sleep, thinking she couldn't hear me but she did." Klaus glimpsed over his shoulder at his brother, looking for comfort but he wouldn't get it from the analytical Elijah. "She told me that if I fell for anyone else that I should kill her."

"And now that Camille is gone, you're going to make this unfortunate woman feel like she is second best?"

Klaus sneered bitterly and glanced back to Amelie, taking his hand away from the glass. "No, she's number one from now on, I love her too much to let her go."

"What if it was best for her to be set free? Do you know that she wants to be with you?"

"She loves me Elijah, if I have to win her back then I'll win her back." Klaus picked up Hope and shook his head at his brother. "You have your happiness with the mother of my child, my happiness is living in that apartment across the street." He stared at Elijah for a moment before storming out of Hope's bedroom. "She loves me, I know she does."

Loneliness surrounded her when she woke up, forgetting that she had once again returned to the land of the living. She looked down at the coat her face was pressed against and sighed as she remembered everything that happened last night. She found comfort in a hot bath and a clean set of clothes before sitting at the window to watch the sunrise. She kept her knees close to her chest as she placed her head against the cold window. She gripped onto her necklace and played with the gem between her fingertips as she looked down at the unfamiliar streets below her. If she was going to survive in this new world, she was going to have to explore and embrace her new surroundings, much to her reluctance; she wished she never agreed to the spell and stuck it out with Klaus, regardless of what challenges they had to overcome.

With Klaus' coat upon her body she found the confidence to face the world. As she walked down the streets she felt like she was at home more so than when she was in Chicago; her native language lined the streets and people were speaking to each other in fluent French. It would never compare to Paris, but this city would do just as well. As she reached into the inside pocket of the coat, she found some money that she could use to buy herself something to eat that she hoped would taste like home.

A little corner bakery gave her the promise of comfort as she sat at the back with a cup of hot coffee and a small, sweet roll. The place was very quiet, almost like a secret find and Amelie loved it. She watched the city come alive from the small bakery and learned something about the new world; to get anywhere you had to be aggressive. People pushed and shoved as they walked around the market stalls and haggled with the tenders. She wasn't used to that, in her day people were reserved and polite.

"You must be new here," Amelie looked up at the man who was towering above her; his face was handsome, his hair down to his shoulders and he dressed as if he was artistic with a checked scarf draped effortlessly around his shoulders, but there was something familiar about him, "It's not very often that someone looks at New Orleans as if it's a masterpiece."

"Yes, I'm new here I suppose." She waved to the seat in front of her and took a sip of her coffee. "Who are you?"

He sat in front of her eagerly, a grin on his face. "My name's Alexander, and you are?"

"Amelie." She rested her head on her hand and glanced out the window. "Is this city always so busy?"

"Day and night," he nodded as he took of his scarf and then his coat, throwing it on the back of his chair, "Are you a tourist? I noticed the accent."

"No, I'm from France but I feel like I've lived in America for a lifetime." She bit the inside of her lip and pointed at her cup. "Would you like a coffee?"

"I've already ordered something, but thanks for the offer."

Amelie smiled a little and noticed that he was watching her inattentively and it made her feel awkward. "So do you work here in the city?"

"I guess you could say that what I do is work." It seemed like he was tip toeing around her questions, he was hiding something; he approached her for a reason.

"What do you do?"

"I do magic." He leaned in towards her and started to take off his gloves. "Would you like to see a trick?" his smile was ominous and it made her fear for her safety.

Amelie put her hand on Klaus' coat and stood up, dragging the coat off the chair. "No, I don't really like magicians." She flashed an awkward smile and put the coat back on her small frame and tried to find the phone that Klaus gave her. "It was nice meeting you."

"I never said I was a magician… Why are you rushing off? You looked like you were going to be here for a while." He followed her with his eyes as she fumbled with the phone.

"I forgot that I have somewhere to be. Goodbye." She got out of the bakery as fast as she could and glanced back in, noticing that he got out of his seat and was starting to put his coat back on.

She strolled down the streets as if nothing was wrong, trying to keep attention away from herself but she felt like she was in danger as she looked for somewhere to hide that wasn't going to be a giveaway as the phone rang on and on. She hoped that Klaus wouldn't ignore her call, he had every right to after the night before but she needed him now. Amelie stayed in an alleyway, crouched down behind a dumpster as she kept calling Klaus over and over.

"Amelie?" he finally answered. "Are you okay?"

"Klaus," she sighed in relief and clutched the phone, "I think I'm in trouble."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know, I wanted to see the city and this guy approached me; I thought he was being friendly but then he started to get a bit weird." She started to ramble but she was panicking.

"Listen, stay where you are, I'll get Freya to do a locator spell on you. I'm on my way."

When Klaus hung up she stared down at the phone fearing that something was going to happen now that she was alone again.

As she waited behind the dumpster, looking around her as every noise made her jump. For a minute, she thought she was going to be safe but then she heard his voice at the end of the alleyway. He was on the phone to someone and he was talking about her; she was right to be scared. His tone of voice was different; less friendly, duller and terrifying. Amelie peeked around the corner and caught a glimpse of him, surveying the packed streets.

"She ran off Jon, I'm trying to find her… Yes, I understand that you need her but what can I do? The locater spell said she was here but I don't see her…" He sighed and glanced down the alleyway, Amelie threw herself against the wall as she tried to stay out of sight, "Well do you want her dead or alive or does it even matter? I'll see you soon, Brother." She heard the phone click and footsteps walking away from her location.

She sighed in relief and put her head in her hands, she didn't know who Alexander was and she didn't know a Jon; were they enemies of Klaus' looking for revenge or were they people from her past that she had blocked out. As Amelie took her hands away from her face she noticed a shadow at the end of the alley and it looked as if it was coming around the corner. She couldn't take any chances, not if she was supposed to be captured and put in a body bag. Springing to her feet, she sprinted out of the alley without looking back; she had to push people out of her way as she ran through the unfamiliar streets. It was like she was in a maze and the more she ran, the more she got lost.

"Klaus, her location is changing," Freya was flustered as she tried to find her new position, "Why isn't she staying still?"

"She thinks someone's after her and maybe she's right. Just tell me where she last was and I'll try to find her."

"She's somewhere in the French Quatre and it seems like she's running up and down the streets."

Klaus ran towards the French Quatre, looking up and down streets as he passed them. "Amelie has no idea where she is and she's panicking."

"Wait, Klaus you're close to her. She's stopped in an alley near Rousseau's."

Klaus looked through the crowds of people and caught a glimpse of her blonde hair. "I've got her." He hung up the phone and ran after her, down the long alleyway until she turned off into the market.

Taking a detour around the building beside the alley, Klaus entered the backstreet from the other entrance and ran towards her. As soon as she saw him she collapsed into his arms, heaving and gasping for air. He held onto her tightly and looked around for anyone suspicious but they were alone. He glanced down at her pale face and flushed cheeks and checked her for any injuries but she was completely safe.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Take me home, please." She choked out, clutching onto him for dear life.

"You're safe now, I'm here." He put her arm around her and kept her as close to him as she could be.

"I know I am just please don't let me be alone tonight." She was almost pleading him but she didn't have to say anything. There was no way that Klaus was going to leave her hanging like bait. If someone was after her then they already knew where she was staying.

A:N I've had such an overwhelming feedback on this story and it just gives me the drive to keep going with it. Thank you for all the follows and favourites and the couple of reviews. Let me know what you think is going to happen and what you want to happen. Do you want Amelie to forgive Klaus or would you like something else to happen? Who is Alexander and what's going to come of him? Thank you for reading!