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-Five

The sight Klaus expected to see in Jacques' penthouse wasn't what he saw; he expected Jacques to be waiting for them, full of arrogance and attitude but instead he saw him tending to Alec's werewolf bite. It was obvious that Amelie had been there and taken her anger out on Jacques' love. Alexander said very lowly, "Good girl."

Klaus smirked a little and placed his hands in his pockets. "Well, what do we have here?" he approached Alec, watching Jacques as he stared at him then turned to the bite on his neck. "That's a nasty little bite you've got there. Was Jacques too kinky in the bedroom?"

"You know that Amelie did this to me." Alec struggled with his words but the hate he wanted to show came through his eyes.

"Well I think we can strike a deal with this little opportunity," Alexander turned to Klaus and raised his brows, "What do you think?"

"I don't want to hear another word from you." Jacques said bitterly as he got onto his feet. He turned to Klaus and crossed his arms. "Will you give Alec your blood?"

"That depends, can you fix Amelie?" Klaus cocked his brow and paced around the sofa Alec was lying on. "Because it would be a shame if we both lost the people we love."

"I already told her that it can't be reversed." Alec squeaked out. "Just let me die." He said softly as he looked up at Jacques.

He ignored his comment and crossed his arms, turning his back on Alexander and Alec as he stared at Klaus, watching his every move. "The toxin doesn't have its effect if she's in her wolf form. That's why I gave it to her, so she could embrace her wolf side."

"Do you know that she's craving the blood, like she constantly needs it to survive?"

"That's not right," Jacques stormed over to his grimoire and flicked through the pages, "she should only be taking the vampire blood to sustain herself, not craving it."

"So, you messed up, I knew you weren't that great of a witch." Alexander commented with a pleased look.

"I can still crush you with a single word so don't test my patience."

"Enough," Klaus shouted, his arms raised aggressively, "Why is she craving the blood then?"

Jacques shook his head and kept flicking through the pages, hoping the answer would jump out at him. "I have no clue."

"You better give me some solutions or your boy toy is going to die a slow and painful death." Klaus leaned on the table Jacques was working on and leaned towards him. "Maybe I should add another couple of bites to speed up the process, or would you rather let him suffer?"

"If you heal Alec now, I will work on reversing what I did. But if you let him die then you can say goodbye to a life with Amelie."

"Can you guarantee it'll work?"

"I can guarantee that I'll try my hardest to make it work. That's all I can promise." Jacques chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, glancing at Alec. "I'll even give you a couple of copies of my grimoire so that Alexander and Freya can try."

Klaus grabbed a glass from the table and watched Jacques as he bit into his wrist, filling the glass with his blood. "Make it work or I will take everything that you hold dear, just like you tried to do to me."

"This wasn't about you, this was about my sister. She would be happier embracing her nature, she just needed a push."

Klaus pushed over the half-filled glass and shook his head. "You don't get to make that decision." He turned on his heel and nodded at Alexander. "I expect to have the copies of your grimoire in the morning or I'll be back."

"Thank you, for the blood." Jacques became humble suddenly as he rushed back to Alec's side.

"Don't thank me yet, I'll replace Amelie's bite with my own if we can't fix her." Klaus turned to Alexander and waved towards the elevator. "Do you think you'll be able to do anything?"

"I have more power than Jacques so a spell might work." Alexander leaned across Klaus and pressed the buttons on the wall. "Freya and I could always combine our magic and channel each other, but we would need a spell that would work."

Klaus put his hands on his hips and started to worry about his love, he knew that she would stay in her wolf form if it meant saving him; but he didn't want that, he had to save her.

When Klaus returned home, his spirits dampened and his mood fouled, he was greeted by the sight of Elijah lying on the floor, sweaty and pale and Freya trying to make him as comfortable as possible. He rushed over to them and bit into his wrist, offering it to Elijah.

"What the hell happened?" he looked to Freya with a raised brow.

"Amelie attacked Elijah… She told us what happened."

"Then you know she didn't mean to do this." Klaus tried to defend her, but there was no need; his family understood. "I need to talk to her."

Freya gripped onto him and kept his grounded. "Just wait a moment Klaus."

"I need to see Amelie first, then we can talk about this." Klaus went to move off again but this time, Elijah held onto him. "What is it?"

"Amelie's gone." Elijah said sympathetically as he got up slowly.

Klaus' heart felt like it was going to stop at any moment as Elijah's words processed in his mind. "What do you mean by gone?"

"She left you this note," Freya pulled an envelope out from her back pocket and pursed her lips as she reached back in for one more item, "and her ring."

He stared down at the small piece of white gold and diamond with watery eyes. He never thought that he would have this piece in his possession again, he knew that Amelie wanted to keep it forever; at least she did before she became ravenous. He closed his hand over the engagement ring and shrugged off his brother's hold on his shoulder. He put on the bravest face he could and waved the letter at his siblings briefly. "Thank you for taking this, I need some time to myself. If Alexander calls for me, tell him he should speak to me urgently." He walked towards the stairs and stepped up them slowly, feeling the sympathetic stares from his family. They worried that her disappearance would make Klaus ruthless once more but instead it simply broke him to lose her once more.

My dearest Klaus,

I am so sorry that things worked out this way but I cannot stay and pose a threat to you or your family. By now you will have been given my ring and will have learnt that I attacked your brother. Know that this wasn't what I wanted to do, but an uncontrollable hunger has come over me and I'm not strong enough to fight the temptation.

Do not come looking for me, I don't wish to be found until you figure out a way to help me. I have faith that you will find a cure to this affliction; you're Klaus Mikaelson, if anyone can save my soul it's you. Keep my ring in your possession as a promise that one day I will adorn it once more. I love you more than life itself, Klaus and that's why I can't stay… I never wanted to hurt anyone but when you get that cure you will know where to find me. I won't be hiding but respect my wishes and don't come searching until I'm not a threat to our happiness.

Forever yours,

Amelie.

She loaded her packed trunk into the overhead carriage of the train and took her seat, staring out at the city that she didn't want to leave behind. She moved her hand to play with her ring out of habit and frowned when she couldn't feel it on her hand. Leaving was the right thing to do, she knew that if she stayed it would be a matter of time before she hurt Hope and she couldn't put Klaus and his family through that. He wouldn't be able to make the choice between the two of them, so Amelie made the choice before anything got out of control.

She was tempted to return to her coffin and wait for condition to be healed, that way Klaus would have been able to see her, but Amelie was determined to find a witch that would be able to help her if all else fails on her love's end. As the train began to move off, she placed her hand upon the cold glass window as she watched the city she grew to love slip off into the distance. This was the right thing to do, there was no other option.

Chicago had changed since Amelie called it home, but that's what eighty years does to cities. With her trunk in hand and her little violin in the other, she searched the streets for somewhere that she recognised and luckily, she found the small bar that she used to play in on the corner of a busy street. As soon as she stepped in, people turned to stare at her as if she had stepped into the wrong part of town. She gulped back her anxiety and approached the bar, dropping her cases beside her and took up one of the bar stools.

"What can I get you, sweetheart?" a barmaid asked from behind the bar, her face was warm and friendly and it made Amelie feel at ease for a moment.

"Directions to the nearest hotel. Nothing fancy, I enjoy the simpler things in life."

"There's a hotel down the street, it's not the Ritz but it ain't a dump either. Why don't you give that place a try?"

Amelie nodded and flashed a quick smile as she gathered up her things. "Thank you so much. Hopefully I'll see you around."

"You definitely will," the woman nodded at her and leaned on the bar, "don't be put off this place, if you ever feel lonely just pull up a stool. We're not that bad here in the windy city."

"I know, I lived here once but that was a long time ago. Again, thank you."

She looked away from the woman quickly and avoided all eye contact with the rest of the habitants of the bar as she stepped back onto the street. She looked up at the barely lit street sign and mumbled to herself, 'The Cauldron'. Amelie glanced back at the tinted windows and shrugged off the feeling like she was missing something. Maybe it was just the fatigue of the long journey here or maybe she was just craving blood. The human kind would have to do until she ran into what she was actually thirsty for.

With a slight spring in his step, Alexander stepped into Klaus' study and dropped a grimoire in his lap. Klaus stared up at him and shook his head a little as he flicked through the pages. His accomplice took a seat across from him and helped himself to a glass of whiskey. "You look like hell." He commented as he filled the glass to the brim.

"Amelie left so I haven't really slept well without her here." He admitted as he studied every page.

"I guessed she would've left, I just hoped she wouldn't of." He took a small sip and inspected the glass. "I have an idea that might work."

"That was fast." Klaus glanced up from the pages. "Taking you out of your slump has done wonders for you."

"Well yes, but let's not linger on that when we've got to get Amelie back."

"Tell me what you're thinking." He waved at the bottle and snatched it from Alexander as he handed it over, taking a big swig to help him fight his loneliness.

"An extraction spell. It could work because it's technically a toxin but I'm going to have to run it past Jacques because he's the creator of the potion."

"It's worth a shot. Have you heard anything from him?"

Alexander shook his head and leaned back in the chair. "A courier delivered the grimoire and I assume your sister got hers too."

Klaus shrugged and rubbed his forehead with his open palm. "I haven't heard anything yet. I spent most of the morning with Hope, trying to cheer myself up but I had no luck."

"You're going to need to get some sleep, we need you to be at the top of your game."

"I'll sleep when Amelie's back home, safe and sound."

"That could take months, I hate to say that but it's true. I don't know if my idea will work and we have no idea if Jacques can reverse engineer his potion." Alexander leaned forward, resting his elbows on his lap and held the glass in between his hands. "Go have a lie down, I'll speak with Freya."

Klaus got onto his feet and kept the bottle of whiskey securely in his hand. "Why are you still sitting here then? Go speak with my sister."

"You're a bit of a dick when you're tired." Alexander commented as he stood up. "Just get some sleep and let me worry about things for a while."

Klaus nodded reluctantly and walked into his bedroom. It was so bare now that Amelie's things were gone; when she had moved in, she filled available space with her perfumes and clothes. It was torture for him, being in the room that they shared for a brief but happy time. He would just have to find a way for them to be together quickly, before it broke him completely.