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 Twenty-Three

It had been a lonely couple of days for Jacques, he had barely left his apartment in fear of running into Amelie and being ambushed with requests to come over and see him. He knew he shouldn't have dangled that proposition in front of her face when he wasn't completely ready to reveal his past. It was said out of spite of Klaus, he wanted to show him that he wasn't the only one that had a say in Amelie's life.

But, the time was going to have to come; if his little sister was anything like him then she wasn't going to stop until she gets what she wants. It played right into his plan, to have her by his side when he pulled the city out from under the Mikaelson's feet but she would have to be open minded to him. His life had been terrible like hers was for a short time but unlike her, he did terrible things; all the men in her life had.

He didn't have an ounce of worry when it came to scaring Amelie away from himself, it seemed like she had a high tolerance for insanity; she was engaged to Klaus Mikaelson after all. With his new phone in his hand, he texted very slowly a date and an address and sent it to the number she had gave him. He placed his phone in his pocket and looked over his shoulder at a small vile of purple liquid with a devious smirk, it was waiting for Amelie.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" he looked towards Amelie as she got dressed in the corner of the room under the light of the morning sun.

"I did, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." She looked at him through her eyelashes and tucked her hair behind her ear. "From what Hayley told me, you weren't entertained, is this true?."

"I was being selfish and wanted you all to myself." He smirked a little and got out of bed, raising his arms in the air and stretching his back. He caught her staring at him and dropped his arms with a smile. "There's nothing wrong with me wanting to spend every waking moment with you, is there?"

She peeled her eyes away from his chest and raised a brow. "No, but you have a daughter and I now have a brother," she took her phone from her vanity table and glimpsed at the text from Jacques, "who apparently requests my presence."

Klaus stepped towards her and took the phone from her hand, reading the short text with a furrowed brow. "He's very direct, isn't he?"

"He isn't as technologically savvy as you are," she pulled a coat from her wardrobe and placed it over her frame, "now that I think about it, neither am I."

"You've an eternity to adapt and evolve." Klaus reminded her with a kiss and glanced down at the ring on her finger with a proud grin. "Go conquer your brother."

"Stay out of trouble while I'm away."

"I don't look for it, trouble comes looking for me." He stepped out to the landing and watched her jog down the staircase with a smile. For a moment, everything seemed to be back on track, but Klaus was a fool to think that everything was going to stay that way.

The building that Jacques called home was nothing how his sister had imagined; for someone who spent most of their life locked away in a cave, he had a lot of money to play around with. She stepped into the lobby and spoke to the doorman, giving her name and waited patiently for any sign of her brother.

"Amelie, welcome. I wasn't expecting you to arrive so quickly." He said as he stepped out of a private elevator.

"You gave me a time in your text message."

He clasped his hands together and bit his lip briefly. "You're early by my clock, but that's fine. Come on up and see my world."

"How could you possibly afford to live here?" she said quietly once she was safely inside his penthouse suit.

"I own this place, it was left to me by the man who raised me." He informed her with a false sense of modesty.

She was almost in awe with the place, the marble floors and the gold-plated decorations that mounted a large fireplace. She stepped into the middle of the room and stared into a room that looked like it was made of glass.

"That's my greenhouse, come take a look." He said as he led her towards the glass doors. Once they were inside he walked through a small path between all the plants that had been cultivating there for years.

"You have so many plants, did you grow these yourself?"

"At a time, I had planted them but when I disappeared an associate of mine maintained the place. He kept my herbs alive and my home modern."

"Do you cook with these herbs or are they just a hobby?" she placed her hand on a purple flower and hissed as it burned her skin.

Jacques snatched her hand and pulled it away from the plant. "That's vervain, don't touch that. It's dangerous for vampires."

She looked up at him and took one last glance at the strange plants. "These herbs are for potions, right?"

"Yes, every witch has a certain craft that they're skilled at; cloaking spells for example, mine is alchemy." He took another couple of steps and placed his hand on a large, leafy plant. "I always found great comfort in my horticulture."

Amelie crossed her arms in fear of touching another plant that would harm her. "This associate of yours, is he still alive?"

Jacques smiled to himself and nodded. "Very much so. He's a vampire. He's not really an associate of sorts but more as a partner."

Amelie raised an eyebrow and let out a breath. "A partner to what?"

"To life I suppose." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and watched the cogs turn in her mind. "The term boyfriend doesn't really call to me."

Amelie let out a grin and took one large step towards Jacques. "Then I must meet this partner of yours. It never crossed my mind that you would be interested in men."

"I'm interested in men and women; some call me greedy but I know beauty when I see it." When she grabbed onto his arm, pleading with her eyes to meet this mystery man in her brother's life, he placed his hand on hers. "Enough of the excitement, you shall meet him soon but I have many things to tell you. I'm sure that's why you're here."

"You're finally ready to open up to me." She said, her eyes lighting up at the prospect.

"I've already started to open up so I may as well continue." He waved towards the door of the greenhouse and gave her a nod. "After you."

She sat across from him with her legs crossed and her elbows rested on her thighs. He sipped tea and waved towards the coffee table where a steaming cup was waiting for her. She latched onto it and kept it between the palms of her hands as she watched him closely.

"So, tell me what happened to you." She said abruptly.

"Well you're aware our mother had an affair with a witch but your father didn't suspect anything until I started using my powers."

"Who did mother have an affair with and how long did it take for father to realise?" she said as she held the cup towards her lip. Amelie took a sniff of the tea and screwed up her face; it was the oddest smelling tea that she had ever came across.

"It's green tea, it's safe." He lied as he sipped from his own cup. "My father was a man named Francois Delcroix and she kept it a secret for seven years. Your father sent me to live with his family and they moved me here, to New Orleans."

"Why here?"

"Because I triggered my werewolf curse when I was ten years old." He looked away from Amelie and shook his head a little with a smirk. "I murdered my half-brother."

"Oh my god," she almost let the cup slip from her hand but she caught it with the other hand, "why would you do something like that?"

"Because I was different from them, they teased me mercilessly. Father always said I had wild tempers but when I took my first kill they knew why."

"Klaus' daughter is part wolf and she doesn't have a temper."

"Hope Mikaelson has a loving family, I didn't. Neither were very accepting." He got onto his feet and set his cup on the coffee table. He stepped towards his fireplace and picked up a framed picture of his father, handing it to Amelie. "Once I took his son, the man became devilish. But I was his only heir to his fortune and while we were in America, he liked to play the part of caring father to the world; behind closed doors on the other hand, that was a different story."

"Don't tell me the gory details, please." Amelie took a long drink from her cup which made Jacques smile.

"I went by the name of Jack for many years because father wanted us to fit into American society. I think he said that because he thought my name was stupid. It was your father who named me after all."

"Your childhood sounds horrible and I'm sorry you had to go through that." She turned around and looked at him, leaning on the back of the sofa. "I mean that."

"Better me than you." He crouched down in front of her and placed his fingers in between her platinum curls. "I never wanted brothers, but I always wanted a sister."

Amelie flinched a little and smiled ever so slightly, she got the feeling that there was something more sinister that was underlying in his claims. "What about the Seven Devils?"

"Who told you?" he held his finger up and inched away from her. "Never mind, I already know the answer."

"You don't deny his claims?"

"I always admit the truth, I was bad once but that's all changed." His statement was the second lie he told her but he could see in her eyes that she believed every word he told her. "I was an angry teenager with a large inheritance to blow. Travelling the country on business with my late father gave me certain associates who had troubled lives themselves."

"Where are they now?"

"I assume dead but if they were smart enough to stop their aging then they would still be trapped." He sat on the edge of the coffee table and took Amelie's cup, inspecting the lack of content with a pleased tone. "I was the only one Jon trapped and now that he's dead I have the chance to get to know you."

Amelie took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "I'm glad I had this chance. Sometimes I feel so alone being with the Mikaelsons. I love Klaus but it's nice having my own family to have my back."

"I'll always look after you." He winked at her and looked at the watch on his wrist. "Do you have any more questions?"

"No, but I'm sure when I'm lying in bed tonight I'll think of something."

"Then we shall save it for another day, let me show you to the door."

"You're kicking me out?"

"I'm not kicking you out, I haven't seen Alec in a lifetime; a week or two hasn't been much time to make up for lost time."

Amelie understood how her brother had to of felt, even though Amelie was angry at Klaus in the beginning, all she wanted to do was be with him. So, she got onto her feet and held her arms out towards her brother. Being in his sister's embrace was comforting, it almost made him feel guilty for what he had just done to her but the city called to him and he had to own in.

He held her at arm's length and looked longingly into the eyes that resembled his. "I will speak to you soon and if you ever need something, come to me."

"I'll keep that in mind. I hope everything goes well with Alec." She said as she walked back into the private elevator.

He kept his eyes on her until the doors closed. It was only going to be a matter of time until his sister would join his side and help him become king, but that's what he expected to happen.

One thing Jacques should've learned about his sister was she never did what was expected from her; like him she would break from what was expected from her and follow her own path. For his misconception, Jacques would eventually lose his life.

A:N What do you guys think Jacques gave Amelie and do you think his plan is going to work? Thank you for reading!