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 Eleven

Stepping into enemy territory was hard, but Jon had to respond to Amelie's distress call and he feared the worst; she had already made her decision and it wasn't going to be him. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself but the sullen look on her face as he walked in and the way Klaus lingered over her as if he was protecting her was almost validation enough.

When she lifted her head, she had tears in her eyes and her face was red and puffy from the crying and the rubbing on her face. Jon gave a quick nod of acknowledgement to Klaus and knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her knees affectionately. She just about met his eyes but when she did, she already felt the scorn of judgement that hadn't been given yet.

"This is really hard for me to say," she mumbled as she wiped away a few more stray tears, "Klaus, will you please…."

"Yes," he said quickly as he leaned down to her and stroked the back of her head, keeping his eyes locked on Jon, "Amelie transitioned into a wolf today, now I know what you did for a living a long time ago but,"

"I would never hurt her," Jon interrupted angrily, he was insulted that the two of them would think so low of his love for her, "I will keep this a secret from Alexander, he was always more passionate about our fate than I but I will stay by your side; you are still the same Amelie that you've always been regardless of this minor mishap."

Klaus rolled his eyes inwardly and stepped a slither away from the two.

"Minor mishap? This is a major thing to me, Jon. Did you know what I was because you're taking this very well for a werewolf hunter." Her newfound rage was already starting to show its head and she didn't know how to control it.

"I knew yes, but I never thought that you would trigger your curse. Your parents didn't,"

"So, that meant that I would never have an accident?" she interjected with a scowl.

He was lost for words and a little taken aback by her behaviour. But he knew for himself that it was all part of the transition from human to wolf, he had to give her some leeway. He glanced at Klaus for help, but he wasn't going to find any with him, Klaus enjoyed watching him flounder in front of Amelie.

"Is there anything else you're hiding from me? If there is, tell me now before you do me any more harm."

"There is nothing more, that I can assure of." He looked at her with a pleading look and gently stroked at her knee. "I'm willing to look past this and turn a blind eye."

She glanced down at him and nodded slowly. "Okay, just know that I didn't murder anyone and this it was an accidental death." She sounded softer now that her temper had been sheathed.

"I knew that already, you have a value on human life," Jon glanced at Klaus as he referenced him indirectly, "it's why you and I were so alike." He got on to his feet and planted a kiss on Amelie's forehead, feeling the heat from her skin on his face. "I'll check up on you in the morning." He looked at Klaus and pointed at him arrogantly. "You better take good care of her."

"He's been taking the best care of me." She admitted as she got up and took her place beside Klaus. "No offence, but I'm glad he's the one that's comforting me, he knows what I'm going through.

As Klaus returned Jon's arrogance through a smile, Jon took the hint and retreated to the streets of New Orleans. This change of events validated Jon's plan for wiping out the Mikaelsons; with every day that she spent with them, learning about her new status, the closer she was going to get to Klaus and that wasn't allowed to happen.

As Amelie went over to her apartment to grab a few essentials to stay in Klaus' home, Klaus made a phone call to Elijah and Hayley; being away from Hope again was hard for him and he needed to hear her voice. Not only did he need to know that his daughter was fine, he needed answers; Elijah was in the last known location of the St Martine brothers, Chicago. They had to have known Amelie was there but from what he knew, they had stayed there for years and something was suspicious.

"Tell me that you've found something out."

"We have but listen to me Klaus," Hayley started, "Amelie is in a fragile state right now, she's just found out she's a wolf and she's had a rough couple of weeks so if you're going to tell her this news, tell her carefully."

Klaus sat down and couldn't help but smile; there was something damning that they had found, he just knew it. "Amelie's feelings are important to me, whatever it is I'm going to be careful with it."

"Jon's married and has a family." Hayley sighed a little and started to get a little hesitant. "Her name is Elizabeth St Martine, formerly Drew and from what we know, she's somewhere in New Orleans so Jon is still in contact with her."

"Do you know when he married this woman?"

"In the late thirties, this woman will be in her nineties now and that's just me assuming she's still human."

"I'm going to tell her when you three come home, Amelie's going to need you to talk her through this transition; it's going to be the worst thing that's ever happened to her." He sighed a little and crossed his arms. "You would be able to explain it better than I could."

"We're going to spend the night here and come home in the morning, just keep her calm until then."

Amelie grabbed a bag big enough to hold a selection of her clothes and pushed them in as quickly as she could. Her mind kept drifting towards the guilt that she was feeling, it wasn't over the death of the innocent that bothered her the most but the way she had treated Jon. She couldn't control this newfound anger inside her tiny body and it was erupting out of her like lava.

She was going to apologise to Jon, but she couldn't do it over the phone, she had to do it face to face. As she marched towards the front door, she heard a faint knock. When she opened the door, Jon was standing there with a sorry look on his face. His head was hanging low and she could tell by the way he was playing with his fingers that he was nervous.

"What are you doing here?" she said softly as she let him in.

"I saw you coming over here and I knew that I needed to apologise to you."

Her eyes widened a little in shock. "Why do you need to apologise?"

"Our first date was a disaster and I ended the night on such a bad note. When you said to me that you were glad Klaus was the one looking after you it made me realise that I haven't treated you the way I'd like to."

"That was just the anger, triggering this curse has made me so emotional." She admitted as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I am sorry, Amelie," he stepped towards her and placed his hand on her cheek; he could feel the heat of her blood through her skin, "will you allow me to end that night differently?"

She knew that Klaus would be wondering where she was, but the lust made her uncaring. When she kissed Jon, she felt like the two of them were the only two in the world. The way he grabbed onto her was a side of him that was new to her; he was so passionate as he kissed her, slipping his hands underneath her clothes.

He pushed her towards her bed, knocking her packed bag onto the floor and pinned her down. He stared down at her as she placed kisses along his body. This Amelie below him wasn't the one he fell in love with, but he liked her a lot more. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back gently until she looked him in the eyes.

"Do you want me?"

"I think the more important question is, do you want me or is this another game?"

He let her fall back onto the mattress and followed her down, his teeth grazing at her neck playfully. "Of course, I want you." He mumbled into her perfumed neck.

"Then have me." She whispered as her eyelids closed over, giving into Jon's lure.

It had been hours since Amelie went to pick up a few things, but Klaus knew she was at her apartment because her lights were on; he just waited for her as patiently as he could with a small glass of whiskey on the rocks. When she eventually slinked into his home, her hair was a mess and she was dishevelled and her cheeks were glowing red. As soon as she set her foot in, he caught the smell of Jon all over her and it made him jealous but he had to give Jon his props, seducing Amelie when she was vulnerable was a cheap shot, but Klaus knew his secret and could derail his attempts with a few words.

"I am so sorry, Klaus." She said quietly as she set her bag on the floor.

"Love, you're single and you can do whatever you want. I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for," he waved at a seat in front of him with a stern but sympathetic look on his face, "I wish you would've waited though."

"Why?" she sat down slowly and fixed her messy hair.

"I spoke with Hayley and Elijah has found something in Chicago."

"Was I right, did Jon know that I was spelled away?" her eyes lit up a little at the prospect of catching him out, she had almost forgotten that she had asked Klaus to do a little digging in the first place.

Klaus reached over and took her hand, petting it gently as if he was trying to calm her down before she even knew anything. "Jon got married in 1936, his wife is living here in New Orleans."

Instead of getting furious like she expected, Amelie felt sadness more than anything. She was sick of being lied to and it became clear that playing with these two men for a while wasn't going to give her the freedom that she was hoping for; she was getting hurt more than she was when she was abandoned before her wedding or kept away for eighty years. She placed her head in her hands, Klaus' hand comforted her and wiped away a single tear as she thought about what she was going to do.

"I gave him the chance to tell me if he was hiding something." She croaked out as her saliva caught in her throat.

"I know you did." Klaus said delicately, seeing her like this hurt him too, but she had the right to know.

"It doesn't hurt me that he got married because I had you, but he couldn't tell me his secrets. At least you told me about your transgressions." She looked up at Klaus and shook her head. "I'm the fool, he lured me to bed knowing that I was blind to his past."

"Nobody saw this coming, perhaps I should've let him tell you but I couldn't keep this secret from you."

"You did the right thing, I needed to know." She looked away from Klaus and played with her bottom lip as she thought about what her next move was going to be. She felt as if she was ready to make her choice, right there in that moment but she had one last thing to do. "I want you to find Jon's wife."

"She's an old woman now, Amelie." Klaus warned, fearing that she would go on a rampage.

"I won't hurt her, I just need to talk to her."

He nodded slightly, giving into her wish and got onto his feet. "I'll see what I can do. Make yourself at home," he smiled a little sympathetically and said as he moved upstairs, "the water's warm if you want a shower."

"I need a bottle of champagne and a cigarette more than I need a shower." She said as she ran her warm hands over her even warmer face.

"I'll sort something out." He went over to her slowly and kissed her on the cheek. "I won't be too long."

She looked him in the eyes and her hurt seemed to wash away in his grey-blue orbs. She snapped out of the haze and wrapped her arms around herself. "There's no need to rush, I'll still be here when you return."

Having the house to herself gave Amelie the chance to inspect every inch of the place just out of her curiosity. As she looked over ancient artefacts, memories of the stories that Klaus told her flooded back; paintings that he had acquired during his travels, old pieces of china from expeditions in Slavic Europe and locked box that contained a mystery object. Amelie recognised the box, it was hers after all and the fact that Klaus had kept it in his possession for all those years made her heart flutter with excitement. What didn't excite her was the lock he had placed on it and she didn't have the key anymore; it was lost in time.

With the box in her hands, she sat on his bed as she fiddled with every inch of the carved wood, looking for cracks and edges that she could peek into. The interest was killing her, it had to be something important because Klaus wouldn't lock any old thing away. She squeezed her fingertips into the space between the lid and the box and pulled as hard as she could with her new strength and eventually the lid popped off, dropping onto the floor with a thud.

Inside the padded box was a tiny vile, bottled at the top with a cork and the tiniest bit of red, thick liquid nestled at the bottom of the glass. She took the fragile glass into between her fingers and twirled the vile carefully as she read the label scrawled across it. "Elena." She whispered, recognising the name instantly. She grounded her teeth together as she tried hard to pinpoint the name to back story but with all the new memories she had and the trauma she had recently suffered, it had pushed out some of the stories Klaus had told her during her captivity. When she heard Klaus return home, she scrambled for the broken lid on the floor and placed the box back in its original place before she skipped out of the room, trying her hardest to be inconspicuous.

"You're back, I assume with something to take the edge off this day?" she almost sang as she followed Klaus into the kitchen.

He looked over his shoulder at her with a cocked brow and placed a plastic bag full of clinking bottles on the counter. "Your mood has changed, love."

"I've spent the last while looking at all the memorabilia that you've collected over your lifetime and it's brought back memories of happier times." Amelie stuck her hand into the plastic bag and pulled out a small, white box of cigarettes, gleaming down at them. "Oh, how I've missed these."

"I was hoping that they were one habit that you would kick." He leaned on the counter and watched her disapprovingly.

"I come from an era where everyone smoked and although I've been walking amongst the living for a few weeks, I was unable to acquire these magic little sticks." She opened the packet and took in the smell of the tobacco. "Being gone for eighty years makes it very hard to get an identification card."

"Well science has made a few discoveries against those," he pointed at the cigarette that was now dangling from her lips, "and for humans, they are dangerous."

"I'm a wolf now, my superhuman abilities will heal my lungs." Amelie moved towards the garden, lifting a box of matches from the worktops and waggled her finger at Klaus. "Besides, you used to share smokes with me."

He followed her and smirked a little. "Those were cigars." He reminded.

"Oh well, they relieved stress and so do these." She lit the cigarette and took a long and greatly needed drag. "I've had a rough month." She sat on a garden bench and patted the space beside her, watching possessively as Klaus took the spot beside her.

"I know you haven't had an easy time of it and I'm mostly to blame,"

"Not everything is your fault, I can see that Jon had a part to play; he became too dangerous back in Chantilly and my lack of memory was down to him," Amelie glanced up at him through the smoke and smiled slightly, "but it all lead me to this world, a world where I'm free to do whatever I want."

"It has a little bit of everything for you; money, parties and love, I don't think there's much more that you could ask for."

With the butt of the cigarette pressed against her lips, Amelie flashed a cheeky smile and raised both her brows. "We'll see about that."

A:N Sorry to all those who want Klaus and Amelie to be together right now, I had to make things a little interesting! What is Elizabeth going to be like? Will she be human and old or is her life tied to Amelie's too? Let me know what you think.