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 Five

Klaus grabbed his shirt from his brother's grasp and threw it onto his body. The look his brother gave him worried him down to his very core. He got up, glancing towards the landing above him and to his open bedroom door. Elijah could see the worry on Klaus' face and it was a rare sight. He held his hand up to him and gave a flicker of a smile.

"Amelie is okay, she's a little worse for wear after your wild night out but Freya is giving her a little magical concoction to take away the hangover."

Klaus nodded and returned his glimpse to Elijah, crossing his arms. "What did you and Hayley find out?"

"Very little I'm afraid," Elijah placed his hand over his mouth briefly and looked at Klaus from the corner of his eye, "this Alexander that Amelie believed was chasing her is in fact a witch but for now that's all we know."

"So virtually, you found out nothing that we didn't already know." Klaus was furious and the only person he could put blame on was Elijah; Klaus couldn't face the fact that he plucked Amelie from her life and dropped her into a new mess.

"We are going to do anything we can to keep your love safe," Elijah placed his comforting hand upon Klaus' shoulder, "after everything you have done to keep this family afloat, we owe you this."

He relaxed slightly under his older brother's grip and patted his hand. "Thank you, brother. Where's Hope?"

"Hayley took her out to the park. I was actually supposed to meet them but this was more important."

Klaus looked to the door and moved his head in that direction. "Go be with Hayley; you've done all you can do." As Elijah turned to leave, Klaus said to him, "Be careful, we don't know what we're up against."

Elijah noted the concern on Klaus' face and smiled sympathetically. "We'll be safe."

Amelie kept her fingers pressed tightly over her eyes, praying that she could keep the light away from her retina; the worst thing about the morning after the night before was the hangover. Whatever Freya was making her churned her guts and every whiff of it made her heave quietly. Freya took some enjoyment out of it; it had been a while since she had been out in the bars and clubs and to see someone else suffer the side effects of a rough night brought a sense of arrogance to her.

She placed the chalice of sludge in front of the young woman and placed her hand on her hip. "Drink up, it won't cure you of your hangover but it'll make it feel a hell of a lot better."

Amelie peeked at it through one eye and gagged a little. "Is it supposed to look like that?"

"If it didn't work I wouldn't give it to you." She leaned on the table and leaned into her. "I'm not that twisted."

With an uncertain and slightly scared gulp, Amelie drank as much of it as she could stomach. "That is the most horrible thing I've ever tasted."

"At least it's better than tasting your drinks for a second time." Freya took the cup and held it to her chest. "Did you work things out with my brother? Sorry, I'm a prying sister."

Amelie rubbed her temples as she waited for her hangover to leave and waved Freya off. "Don't be sorry, I know you're curious. I would be too. Klaus and I have decided to progress with our relationship slowly."

"It must be hard for you to have to adjust to this new time; trust me I know exactly how you feel."

"It's not the easiest thing in the world." Amelie began to perk up a little and played with the chain of her necklace delicately. "Was Klaus in good form this morning?"

"He was still out cold when I woke up this morning, but I doubt he'll be feeling as rough as you. Us human are forced with the burden to suffer after a great night."

"You're preaching to the choir," Amelie agreed, glancing towards the doorway, "I think I should go see how he's doing."

"Go ahead, I won't stand in the way of Klaus' happiness."

Amelie turned to Freya and leaned in a little closer. "I've heard you all talking about how you're in debt to Klaus; what did he do?"

"He saved us. There was this prophecy that we'd all perish and Klaus thought of a way to keep us all alive; he paid the price of it."

"What happened?"

"He suffered for years in a coma like state, a magical dagger torturing him from the inside." Freya started to wipe the inside of the glass clean and looked away from Amelie. "I know you're hurt by what he did, but he's been through a lot in the last couple of years; he could do with a little happiness. You both could."

She nodded and let her eyes roam around Freya's room. "Merci, for the hangover cure and the advice." When Amelie stood up, she felt as fresh as she would most mornings; it was almost as if she didn't drink her body weight the night before.

As she tiptoed up to Klaus' bedroom she tried to catch a glimpse of him changing without him noticing; it had been so long since she had felt his warm skin against hers and she craved it. But she couldn't sneak up on him; he turned around to face her before she even got a proper look at him. Once he was face to face with her, her eyes dropped from his face to the inking on his body; the bird on his collar and the tattoo on his shoulder. She was intrigued and she had to get a closer look.

As she ran her fingers across his tattooed skin, Klaus stared down at her with a slight smirk. He enjoyed the feeling of her hands on him but he knew he couldn't let his thoughts run away with him. "What are you doing?"

"When did you get these tattoos done?" her eyes flickered to his but only for a second.

"A few years ago."

"I want one." She took her hand off him and slipped her hands into her pockets.

"Why do you want a tattoo? You know that they use little needles?"

"You have them and I like them, besides who cares if they use needles?"

He laughed a little and shook his head. "You do, you loathe needles."

She climbed onto the bed that was still messy since she rolled out of it. "I'm going to do it regardless of the needles. I think it would be very daring." She teased as she shoved her bare feet under the cold covers.

Klaus grabbed a clean shirt from his drawers and put it on, watching her watch him from his mirror. "It would be daring, but I know that you'll hate it."

"Oh well," she grabbed a photo of Hope from beside his bed and stared down at the picture. She felt a little jealous but she tried to let it go. "Did your brother find anything out about Alexander?"

"They didn't but if he shows up, I'll take care of him." When Amelie tensed up a little, Klaus stepped towards the foot of the bed and supported himself on the mattress. "I'm never going to stand by and let someone hurt you."

"I know you won't." she crawled over to him and kissed his cheek lovingly. "How about we go out for breakfast and take a stroll around the park?"

"That sounds like a good idea, there's a little café down the street. Wrap up warm, it's freezing outside." He tucked a strand of light blonde hair behind her ear before making his way downstairs. Taking things slow with Amelie was torturing him; he wanted to jump back in to the way their relationship used to be but he wasn't going to complain about the way things were, he was lucky to have her back regardless of how their relationship progressed.

The late morning was crisp, frost lined the grass and the lake looked like it could freeze over at any moment, but Amelie was happy to face the cold. She was always fond of being outdoors and to see the beauty of nature made her feel at home. As she walked along the frosted path carefully, Klaus watched her closely as if he was ready to catch her if she falls. In the distance, he spotted Hayley and Elijah with Hope hanging from their hands. Amelie stopped in her tracks, smiling a little to herself and then to her love. "Isn't that your daughter over there or am I wrong?"

"You're right," he caught up to her and looked down at her a little awkwardly, "would you like to meet her?"

"I couldn't possibly, the child doesn't know me."

"She needs to meet you if you're going to be around for a while." Klaus gave her a hopeful look which almost put her on the spot.

"Okay, let me meet her."

Hayley and Elijah let go of Hope and watched her run up to her father. They held each other's hand and waited for Klaus and Amelie to approach them. Hayley turned to Elijah with a small smile and leaned on him, her head rested on his shoulder. "This is nice." She said quietly.

"What's nice?"

"Feeling like we're a normal family." She rolled her eyes up to him and hugged his arm.

"There is nothing normal about this family," Elijah laughed softly, "I'm Hope's uncle who's dating her mother and her father has a human love interest who was alive in the late 1920's."

"Compared to the way things used to be, I would say that this is the most normal thing that could've happened to Hope."

"In a sense, yes. But if you're happy then I'm happy." He planted a gentle kiss on Hayley's lips and stroked the back of her head with his thumb. "You are happy, aren't you?"

Hayley gently smacked Elijah in the gut and raised her brow coyly at him. "Of course I'm happy." She turned to Hope as she ran back towards them, Klaus and Amelie following behind her.

"Look mamma, it's dad." She grinned, looking back towards her father. "And his friend."

Hayley gave Amelie an apologetic look and crouched down to her daughter. "I bet that was a surprise to see."

"Hope is just a little darling," Amelie said with a forced smile, "she has Klaus' eyes and his smile."

"Lucky her." Elijah teased his brother with the quiet comment.

Klaus gave him a look, as if daggers were coming from his eyes and put his arm around Amelie's shoulders. "What has my little wolf been doing?"

"I feed ducks, I played on the trees," she said excitedly.

"She fell over too." Hayley interrupted as she patted down Hope's hair.

Klaus let go of Amelie and picked Hope up in his arms. "Are you hurt?"

"No dadda." She said with a scowl.

"How did you do it? Did you fall off the tree?" he raised his eyebrows at her, trying to hold in a smile but he couldn't do it.

She nodded enthusiastically. "I was only having fun."

"Until you hit the ground, you screamed and yelled the park down." Elijah commented as he pulled a face at his niece.

"It was fun until then." She corrected as she buried her face into her dad's chest. She looked to the spot where Amelie was standing and crumpled up her face. "Where did your friend go?"

Klaus turned quickly and looked around but Amelie was nowhere to be found. "Where did she go?"

"She was there a moment ago." Hayley said as she scanned the area.

Amelie watched as the Mikaelsons looked around for her, but she was standing right in front of them. "I'm right here." She said in a confused tone. She stood in front of Klaus, waving her hand in front of his face but he looked right through her as if she wasn't there.

"You're cloaked, they can't hear or see you." Alexander said from behind Klaus. He watched him walk around as he looked for Amelie with a smirk. "Only I can see you."

Amelie started to back away from him slowly, her hands in front of her as if it was going to defend her. "What do you want from me?"

"I have someone that wants to talk to you, that's all." He paced towards her, matching her speed.

"Jon? I know that you were going to kill me."

"My brother wants you alive, for some reason that I don't really wish to divulge on. We can do this one of two ways, firstly you can come with me willingly and the latter, you come with me over my shoulder, kicking and screaming. It's your choice." He clasped his hands and waited for her to make her choice.

Amelie looked at the dispersed family as they searched for her and looked down at the floor, it was too slippery for her to run, she'd fall and be caught. "Take me to your brother."

Alexander led her to a quaint little house in the French Quatre, he kept the cloak spell up because he couldn't have Klaus finding them until Jon wanted her to be found. As she stepped into the house, a tall figure was waiting on her, his back towards her so she couldn't see his face. She glanced back at Alexander who was almost pushing her inside.

"Brother, I've returned with the girl." He said as he took off his jacket.

Jon turned to Amelie with a leer, it was a face that she remembered but she didn't know where from. It was like her memory had disappeared. He approached her cautiously and moved his hand out to touch her but she recoiled.

"It's okay my dear, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was raspy and deep and as soon as she heard it she knew she had met him before.

"What do you want with me?" she clutched at herself as if she was trying to keep herself together.

"Don't you remember me?"

"They must have erased her memory; she didn't recognise me during our first encounter." Alexander replied as he stood beside his older brother.

"Who are you people and why am I here?" she raised her voice as if to try it out, but she couldn't do it, she couldn't be strong. She was petrified.

"My name is Jon St Martine, I'm your fiancé… Well I was your fiancé."

Amelie shook her head and let out a nervous laugh. "No, no I was never engaged to be married. I have no idea who you are."

"Calm your nerves and take a seat. I shall explain everything to you in due course." He directed her to the living area where he had tea and baked goods ready and waiting for her.

She stepped into the living room and looked at the pictures that lined the walls; pictures of her and Jon together from a time that she can't remember. It was eerie in the house, as if he was trying to recreate a time that she would remember. A sharp letter opener caught her eye and when the St Martine brothers weren't looking, she stuck it up her sleeve, concealing it until she needed it. Jon took a seat and patted the space beside him.

"I want to stand." She said nervously, glancing at Alexander as he guarded the doorway.

"Suit yourself, I'm sure you've noticed the décor and the portraits on the wall." He commented as he looked around for himself.

"What is this place?"

"It was modelled after the home we were going to share, but I'll get into all of that when I tell you why I brought you here."

Amelie took a couple of steps towards him, the letter opener slipping down her sleeve and into her hand. "I won't be staying." She jammed it as hard as she could into his neck but before she could do anything Alexander had her spelled to the ground.

"Silly girl." He towered above her, shaking his head. "What are we going to do with you?" he took a small bottle and a rag out of his back pocket and placed the foul-smelling rag around her airways. It was chloroform, she wasn't going to escape by herself.

A:N I've got a few twists and turns lined up for this story but I know exactly where I'm going to go with it. What do you guys think of Jon, is he going to be another problem for the Mikaelsons or is he going to make Klaus the bad guy? Let me know what you think! Thank you for the comments, favourites and follows, it really means a lot.