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 Twelve

The morning light was like a haze as Amelie woke up in Klaus' bedroom. She looked at the bedside table and noticed the finished bottle of champagne and the two empty glasses then turned her gaze to her naked body, covered by the crisp sheets. She bit her lip as she thought back to the night before; the feeling of Klaus' hands on her, the way he kissed her that made her body feel like electric and the sensation of falling asleep in his loving embrace. She rolled onto her side and stared at his peaceful face before waking him up with a kiss. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at her contently and placed his arm around her as he moved closer towards her.

"Good morning." She mumbled lovingly.

"Is it morning already?" he complained with a moan.

"Unfortunately, it is which means we have to get up."

"Let's just lie here for a little longer."

She stroked his stubbly face with the back of her hand as her eyes fixated onto his. "As you wish my dear. But I should make a trip today, I need to find Elizabeth St Martine and put my mind to ease."

"It's still early," he reached behind him and grabbed his phone, glancing at the time with a wince, "well, early-ish."

"I'll go in the afternoon, perhaps after lunch." She moved her hand down to his strong shoulder and lay her head beside his.

"I noticed that tattoo on the back of your neck," the corner of his mouth perked up a little as he peeked at her, "when did you become brave enough to get it?"

"When I decided to do the things that I wanted to do. It suits the new me, doesn't it?"

"You're still the same loving, beautiful and sexy Amelie that I fell in love with; you're just modern now."

"I've always been modern." She placed a peck on the tip of his nose and closed her eyes. "I was looking around your room last night and came across that old box I used to keep my broches in, what's inside it now?"

"You were snooping, weren't you?" his tone was suggestive, even though he already knew the answer. Amelie could never resist the knowledge of secrets.

"Maybe a little bit…"

"It's my last drop of doppelganger blood. It's how I created my now deceased hybrids."

"Hmm, that's why the name 'Elena' is so familiar to me, I remember you telling my slumbering body about you breaking your curse." She closed her eyes and fixed her head into a more comfortable position. "Why did you keep the blood?"

"In case I would ever need it. The opportunity hasn't sprung itself onto me yet, until now."

"You want to use it on me, now that my true form has been discovered."

"We would have the opportunity to spend an eternity together and you would never have to go through the torture of a full moon."

"My life is linked to Jon's and until I've fully chosen you, I can't die."

"I was hoping that last night was confirmation of what we already knew."

She opened her eyes and looked at him unhappily. "Before I can make my choice, I need to speak with Elizabeth. When I hear what she says and when I've confronted Jon about his cover up then I shall choose." She kissed Klaus on the forehead and got out of bed, letting the shadows of the barely lit room hide her modesty. "You've handled all of this so well, mon chère, I won't forget that when the day of reckoning comes."

It took a while of digging through information, but Elijah passed the hiding place of Elizabeth along to Amelie; a quiet little retirement home just outside of New Orleans was where Jon had placed his wife. With Thanksgiving just around the corner, a swarm of relatives were filling the halls of the home and extra security was added.

Amelie approached the desk of the Mater Dei cautiously and nervously and tried to make a detour around a complaining family member without being spotted as she tried to step into the day room. She turned when she was grabbed by the man behind the desk, a disapproving look crossed his face as he shook his head. "Only names on the list are allowed." He looked her up and down and raised his brow. "Who are you trying to visit?"

"Uh, Elizabeth St Martine, is she a resident here?"

"She is, what's your name?" he grabbed his clipboard and flicked towards the visitor list for Elizabeth.

"Amelie Bouchard, I'm probably not on the list, she's a very distant,"

"You're on the list." He interrupted with a blunt undertone.

"Oh," she was surprised and perplexed but she wasn't going to make a fuss, "fantastic, I'll just go see my distant aunt Elizabeth." She smiled quickly at the man and stepped into the day room, releasing a sigh of relief from her chest.

Amelie had no idea who she was looking for as she walked around the room. She couldn't interrupt the nurses as they handed out doses of vital medicine to the elderly residents and she didn't want to seem like she wasn't a relative in fear she would be kicked out. She caught the glimpse of a very old woman, sitting by the window, watching the leaves dance of the trees and fall onto the damp tarmac. She was all by herself with no family in sight, it had to be Elizabeth and Amelie was going to take that chance.

"Excuse me, is your name Elizabeth?" she said as she approached the woman. She looked surprised to see her, but Amelie could see in her eyes that this woman knew her.

"You're Amelie, please sit my dear. I've been expecting you"

She took the seat beside Elizabeth and looked down at her aging hands as she clutched onto an embroidered handkerchief; it was Jon's. "Why have you been expecting me?"

"When Jon moved me here I just knew that he had finally found you. He's been searching for you for a lifetime." Elizabeth smiled softly and took Amelie's hands into hers.

She shook at the shock of the lady's cold hands but she gave them a gentle squeeze. "You knew about me?"

"Oh, yes my dear, I knew what I was letting myself in for when I married him." She nodded a little to herself and continued with a shaky voice, "We met in Chicago, I was training to be a nurse when we met. He told me all about you and told me all his secrets before he asked me to marry him."

"Why did he tell you about me but keep you a secret from me?"

Elizabeth fixed the small spectacles on the bridge of her nose and looked at Amelie's face. "He wanted to do right by me but he knew if he told you about me that you would be furious."

"I'm more furious that he didn't tell me."

"Jon loves you more than he has loved anyone; I accepted that a long time ago." Elizabeth smiled as she reminisced to a time when she was young. "I had a happy life with him, he gave me three kids and a beautiful home so when the time came for him to disappear back into his search for you, I let him."

"Why would you let him if you loved him so much?"

"He couldn't age, twenty years we were together and he hadn't aged a day. He told neighbours it was all down to good genetics but suspicion grew. He faked his death and I moved to a small town in Missouri with our boys."

Amelie smiled sympathetically at Elizabeth and leaned in to her. "I'm sorry that I had to be a part of your life, if I had it my way you and Jon would've aged together."

"Don't be sorry, Jon agreed that while we were together he wouldn't search for you. I got my life with Jon and for that I'm thankful; I had a good life and I had my three boys, I was happy."

Although Elizabeth said she was happy with her life, Amelie felt a wave of pity for this woman. She knew what it was like to feel like second best, but instead of fighting against that, Elizabeth accepted it and lived a life with someone who couldn't move past Amelie; that made her angry. This woman didn't deserve to be dragged into Jon's mess of a life.

"He still visits me, twice a week." Elizabeth mentioned as Amelie got up.

"Does he tell you about me and him?"

"He has, he told me he would do anything in his power to win you back."

"You're a sweet woman Elizabeth, you should've had a husband that wanted only you." Amelie reached behind her neck and unclasped her necklace. "I want you to have this," she placed it around Elizabeth's neck and fastened it, "I feel like if we had have met in the 1930's, we would've been good friends."

Elizabeth touched the amethyst with a small smile and closed her eyes. "I feel like I've always been a friend to you, I'm happy that you could imagine us as friends in another life."

Amelie touched the puff of white hair on top of Elizabeth's head in a sort of affectionate way and pursed her lips briefly. "Take care Elizabeth."

Jon stared at himself in the mirror with a critical eye as he looked at the grey hairs starting to grow. Now that Amelie was back in the realm of the awake, his aging process started a little more quickly than he had have hoped. It was coming up to his birthday and if he went by the age he looked, he would be thirty-five. He believed he was too young for the stray grey hairs that appeared, but that came with the pleasure of having Amelie walking around again. Jon turned to his scowling brother as he stormed down the stairs, the same scorned look was on his face.

"I take it you have started to age as well, Alex?"

"I found a wrinkle and one grey strand starting to raise its ugly head."

"At least you only have the one grey hair, but we have had eighty years of our good looks, it's expected for us to age now that Amelie is out of her suspended slumber."

"I know you're in love with her and it's your happiness on the line but I think my vanity would've preferred her to still be in that coffin." Alexander crossed his arms with a frown. "But for years, I assumed you were only after the magic in that necklace she had."

"I tracked her movements with Klaus mainly for that reason, but when I caught the shortest glance of her in Chicago my love for her came back." Jon moved towards the front door and grabbed his coat from the rack on the wall. "Speaking of my love, I must check in on her and see how she's doing."

Alexander rolled his eyes and made his way down to the basement. "I'll be putting the finishing touches onto the paralysis spell if you need me."

When Jon heard the basement door slam, he opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. Standing on the pavement was Amelie, staring at him with a stern and rather angry look. He moved down the steps slowly and held his arms out towards her with a grin. "I was just on my way to see you. How are you feeling?"

Amelie crossed her arms and scoffed at him, edging closer towards him. "I think we need to have a little chat."

Jon furrowed his eyebrows and placed his hands in his pockets as he stared at her irritated face in an air of confusion. "What's got you so hot headed?"

"How's Elizabeth, Jon?"

"What, how do you know about Liz?"

"Klaus told me, it's funny that Klaus had to tell me about the wife you had the chance to tell me about." Amelie matched his stance and put her hands in her coat pockets, balling them into fists in secret. "I think you should show me in to your house and explain this situation to me a little better."

She pushed past him aggressively and stepped onto his porch. He stayed where he was for a moment as he felt his own rage build up inside him; he was caught out and it made him look bad in front of Amelie. Yes, he knew that he should've told her when she gave him the chance but for Klaus to take it upon himself to reveal his deepest secret, it was a smart move. Jon couldn't see it as anything else, he was too caught up in his anger to see how badly the news effected Amelie. It seemed as if her heart was broken.

Jon was just the same as Klaus, he was with someone else while she was spelled away but at least Klaus had the guts to tell her instead of keeping it hidden.

A:N Was Jon way in over his head to keep Elizabeth a secret? Was he stupid enough to think that the Mikaelsons wouldn't dig into his past? Will Amelie let Klaus turn her into a hybrid? Let me know what you think.