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 Nineteen

Klaus was playing with his words in his head, how was he going to tell Amelie that she was sired to him? He knew he had to tell her, not only for her but for him; when he proposes, he wants her to accept because it's what she wants, not what he wants. He also didn't want her to go through the pain of multiple transitions in an attempt to break the bond. Her feelings towards him hadn't changed and he knew that, he was an expert at sire bonds but she was like his slave and that was a life for her that he didn't want.

He watched from the doorway as she read Hope a bedtime story; it had been Elijah and Hayley's night off to enjoy alone time and Amelie pretty much begged him to let her read the story to Hope. He couldn't help but blow his cover when he heard Amelie attempt to put on an American accent to please his daughter and when he let out the laugh, Amelie's face became bright pink.

"Daddy, how long have you been standing there?" Hope giggled as she pulled her bedsheets up to her nose.

"Long enough to hear Ama's best attempt at sounding like us." He stepped into the room and sat at the foot of the bed, watching his two loves with a smile.

"It's hard to sound like an American, you should know Klaus, you don't even have an accent like Hope but I'm sure you've tried."

"Well you're not wrong, but it's adorable hearing your French accent slip out." Klaus turned to Hope and placed his hand gently on her cheek. "It's time to go to sleep, little wolf. Close your eyes and I'll give you a good dream."

Hope grinned and followed her father's instructions. "Can I be a princess this time daddy?"

Klaus smiled a little and closed his eyes, feeling Amelie's eyes on him he bit his lip gently and nodded. "You're already a princess…"

As Hope drifted into her sleep, Amelie watched her with a grin and watched Klaus with a sense of adoration, the way he treated his daughter was so sweet that it could give her a sugar rush. She went to say something to him but he placed his index finger on his lips and whispered almost inaudibly. "She's a light sleeper." He got up slowly and waved for Amelie to follow him. She stepped out of the room on the balls of her feet, fearing that the sound of her chunky heeled boots would wake up the small girl.

"I need to talk to you," Klaus said as he moved down the staircase, "it's quite important."

"Am I doing something wrong?" she sat down on an armchair and ran her hands across the leather nervously. "Am I getting too close to Hope?"

"No, no it's not that, you're being wonderful with Hope," he crouched down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees and stared up at her with a small smile, "it's about your transformation into a hybrid."

"I know that I surprised you with it, but I thought I was doing the right thing." She tried to justify herself, but her being a hybrid wasn't the problem.

"I wanted this for you, but when you took my blood and changed, the bond between us grew and now you're sired to me."

"What does being sired mean?"

He sighed a little and glanced at her quickly. "Well, it means that you're devoted to me,"

"I was already devoted to you," she interrupted.

"But devoted in a way where you do everything I say even if you don't want to do it."

"That's absurd."

"You don't even realise that you're doing it because it's probably things that you already wanted to do."

"Then prove it to me, show me what I'm doing."

"I want you to go to the top of the stairs and stand on the railings."

She was comfortable on the armchair and as much as she didn't want to get up, she thought it would be comfier to stand on the railings. Carefully, she climbed onto the small metal railings and balanced herself so that she wouldn't fall. The way she was behaving scared her, but if Klaus said she was sired and he proved that she was, then she had to accept it.

"Get down safely and come back to me." He said after a moment.

"What can I do to break this? I don't want to be second in command of my own free will." She stood beside him and took a glass of whiskey from his hands, sipping at it quickly.

"I don't want that from you either, I want you to do whatever you want to do." He didn't want Amelie to stick around with him in the future if she didn't want to be with him; there would be no way to know if she was staying for herself if she was sired.

"What can I do to break the bond?"

He took a long gulp from his whiskey and put the empty glass down. "You're going to have to transform into your wolf side repeatedly until you're not in allegiance to me anymore."

Amelie looked at him as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. She remembered the pain of the transformation and it was excruciating. To do that over and over again, she wouldn't be able to do that.

"Compel me."

"I don't know if that will work, besides I made a promise to you that I would never do that to you." He placed his hand on her shoulder and gazed into her blue eyes. "I keep my promises, especially to you."

"But I want you to, this is my free will talking; I want you to compel me to break this sire bond because I cannot do it out of my free will." She grabbed onto his face, cupping his cheeks in her hand. "If we have any shot at being functional, you need to compel me."

He gripped onto her shoulders and pulled her closer towards him as he started to use his mind tricks on her. "Go to the cellar, chain yourself up and turn until you feel like your binds to my sire bond is broken." As soon as he let her go she turned on her heel and went down to the cellar, the door slammed shut and he could hear her lock it behind her. He hated that he had to compel her and he hated it even more that she was going to have to break the bond through painful means but it was the right thing to do. Amelie wasn't going to be his slave.

Elijah and Hayley stumbled into the house, hand in hand and drunk on love and many, many drinks. They hushed each other as they giggled walking into the foyer of the compound. It took them a while to notice that Klaus was sitting there, a drink in hand and a miserable look on his face. Elijah cocked a brow and sent Hayley upstairs before he joined his brother in a drink.

"What's wrong, Niklaus? I thought you would've been on cloud nine."

He smirked into his glass and watched his brother cross one leg over the other. "Amelie's downstairs trying to break her sire bond."

"And you're sitting here miserable because you don't want her to do that."

He shook his head and refilled his glass. "Nope, I wanted this for her, the two of us did but I can hear her down there shifting in and out of her form. The crying and the scratching at the walls; it's very disturbing."

"Have you been down to check on her?"

"I go down every five minutes like clockwork," he glanced at his watch and made a face of disdain, "it's killing me being up here but she keeps sending me away. She begs me to compel her to stop but I can't let her be a slave to the sire bond."

"Go be with her brother, she needs your support." He shrugged a little bit and fixed his cuffs. "We don't know how long it'll take her to break the bond. It could be a day, a week or in Tyler Lockwood's case, a month."

Klaus got onto his feet unsteadily and nodded in agreement. "I'll keep you updated."

As Klaus entered the cellar, Elijah's interest was drawn to the front door. Someone was outside, knocking on the door; it was strange for someone to be visiting at this hour. As he swung open the door he looked at the face of an old friend, someone he hadn't seen in decades.

"Jack Delcroix, I'm very surprised to see you hear. Last I heard, a witch spelled you into prison." He moved aside and let his friend in.

"The witch is dead and I've been set free." He patted Elijah on the back and took his coat off his shoulders. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

"May I offer you a glass of scotch?"

"Better be the good scotch, none of that cheap crap the bars are serving."

Elijah smiled and waved his friend into the family home. "Now would I ever give you such a thing?"

"Well with the size of this house, I'd like to think you'd be able to afford a good bottle of drink." He took a seat on the armchair and caught the scent of Amelie in the air. He glanced towards the cellar as Elijah poured a couple of drinks. "Is that a wine cellar down there?" he pointed towards the cellar door and watched Elijah's gaze follow his finger.

"Oh no, we don't really keep anything down there. Is something peaking your interest?" he handed him the drink and raised a brow.

Jacques shook his head and sipped from the glass, using his sensitive hearing to listen to Amelie shift continuously into her wolf form. Even though he didn't really know her, she had his sympathy. He flinched every time he heard her bones crunch into place and tried to listen as best as he could to Elijah while eavesdropping on Klaus' comforting words.

"So, what brings you back to the city, Jack?" Elijah asked curiously.

Jacques turned his head slowly towards him and gave him a quick smirk. "I never really left, trapped underground in some dark hole while the world moved around me."

"At least you still have your youth."

"I only have my youth due to my own spell; the witches that trapped me wanted me dead." He finished off his scotch and wiped his mouth dry. "But I don't really want to talk about what I went through. I'm actually here to ask my good friend for a favour."

"It must be serious, you've never asked me for a favour; not even when you had two witches coming for you." Elijah leaned in towards him and set his glass down.

"It is very important, very personal and quite delicate. I've recently learned that I have family here in the city…"

Before he could continue, Klaus came out of the cellar with his hand pressed to his forehead. He looked a little torn inside but as soon as he saw the man he believed to be called Jack, his temper boiled to the surface.

"Why is this man in our home, brother?" his voice was angry and as he got closer to Jacques, he became stuck in the place.

"Jack, stop with the spell," Elijah said calmly to his friend but when he turned to Klaus, his tone became more like a warning, "calm down Nik, Jack is an old friend of mine. He helped me locate Katherine Pierce once."

Jacques took back his spell and placed his hands behind his back while he watched Klaus closely. He could see the pain in his eyes from watching Amelie's suffering and straightaway he knew how much love Klaus had for her.

"Your brother and I have already met, briefly." Jacques smiled a little. "Allow me to formally introduce myself, Jacques Delcroix, but many know me as Jack."

"Jacques?" Niklaus said quietly to himself as he tried to place the name that he had heard before.

"You've heard my name before," he glanced at Elijah and noticed he had the same expression as Klaus, "the two of you have." He grinned a little menacingly and clasped his hands in front of his slim frame. "Then I don't need to explain my favour anymore."

"What favour?" Klaus followed Jacques gaze towards Elijah and raised a brow.

"He didn't explain it because you interrupted but now I know what it is. He wants to meet Amelie. She's the family that's in New Orleans."

"No, you're not going to meet her, not tonight." Klaus stood his ground, whoever Jacques was, he seemed to scare the hell out of Alexander, if he was the person he was running from. It only spelled out trouble for the Mikaelsons.

"Well I assumed that I wouldn't get the chance to meet her because I know she's trying to break her sire bond to you now that you've made her one of your hybrids." As the two men looked at him, dumbfounded that he could possibly know that, he laughed. "My hearing is a little more sensitive than others."

Klaus tensed up a little and watched Elijah do the same from the corner of his eye. "What is he Elijah?"

"A witch." He replied quickly.

"You're half right old friend, I couldn't share all my secrets; you see I am also a hybrid but I'm not like you, Klaus. I'm half witch and half werewolf. I'm a rare breed." He joked as he watched the two brothers furrow their brows in confusion. "It seems like we have a lot to discuss, but I'll only answer your questions when Amelie is able to talk. Give her my regards."

A:N So Jacques has a history with Alexander and Elijah, what do you guys think about that? And what about Jacques being a 'rare breed', will this spell trouble for Klaus? Thanks for reading!