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-Seven

The rain poured in the city of New York as if the heavens had unleashed their wrath, bouncing off the window of the tiny apartment Amelie had compelled her way into. There was no furniture and the brick of the wall was exposed but it was better than living in a hotel; she didn't need to worry about housekeeping looking through her things. Living out of a suitcase was starting to get harder and the more that Amelie sat around by herself, the more she missed being at home with her love.

A knock at her door lured her out of her trance like state and when she opened the door, she saw a man who she desperately wanted to be the witch that Harley put her in contact with. From what her friend described, he was looser with his morals than she was; if anyone was going to keep her on rations it would be him.

"Are you Jay?" she asked from behind the door.

"Yes, aren't you going to invite me in?" he raised his brow at her and leaned on the outside of the door frame. When Amelie tilted her head at him, one eyebrow angled, he sighed and placed his hand over his face. "Did Harley tell you anything about me?"

"Just that you would be able to help me."

"And I can, if you invite me in."

"I can't, I don't own this place. Perhaps we can talk elsewhere seen as you're clearly a vampire." She stepped away from the door and grabbed her coat. "You can explain why Harley sent me to a vampire for help when we get to a café. I'm starving."

"Did it ever cross your mind that a vampire would be able to help you better than any witch can?" he pulled a small vile of blood out from his pocket and poured the tiniest drop into his coffee.

Amelie watched him with a raised brow and sipped at her scolding hot tea. "If it had of crossed my mind, I wouldn't have asked for the help from Harley." She placed her cup down and shook her head to herself and leaned back in her chair. "I wouldn't have run from my problems either."

"Running never solves anything." He reminded her as he took a sip of his blood infused coffee. "I've been able to sustain myself on one drop of blood every day for almost two centuries and I believe that I can help you."

"Did Harley tell you that I'm pregnant?"

Jay nodded and placed his hands on the table as he leaned in towards her. "So, what is your baby? A mix between a vampire and a werewolf or is it mostly wolf?"

"It's a tribrid. Witch, werewolf and vampire."

"And you took the toxin after you got pregnant." He mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes; it helped him think better. "So, your baby can be sustained on human food and a little bit of blood but it's your body that needs the vampire blood to stay alive and therefore so does the baby."

"What does that mean?"

He opened his eyes and gave her a smile full of faith in his own plan. "It means I can help you, if you're willing to get past those pesky little cravings of yours."

Amelie sighed in relief, a grin crossing her face. "I'm willing to do anything if it means getting me back to Klaus."

"You say that now, but just wait until you're starving." He got out of his chair and placed a couple of dollar bills onto the table. "Let's go find this landlord so we can start your training. The sooner we start, the sooner you can get home."

Being back in Chicago since he brought Amelie back was bitter sweet. He wanted to bring her here himself to show her how all the places she loved so much had changed but it looked like she had been and gone before he got the chance. He felt Alexander's hand on his shoulder and glanced over his shoulder at him.

"What's wrong?" Klaus asked, trying to play off his feeling of neglect.

"Are you sure this is where Amelie came?"

"This is the bar where the two of us met," he shrugged Alexander's hand off him and crossed the street, "she used to play here every night."

Alexander sighed and followed him blindly. "I take it you came here every night, you know, to see her?"

"Not to see her at first, I always came to listen to her sing or play her violin. It was rare that she sang but when she did," he paused for a moment and looked at Alexander, gripping onto the handle of the bar door, "let's just say she took my heart when I first heard her sing."

He watched at him awkwardly and folded his arms over his chest. "Are we heading in or what?"

"Did you just think I came here to walk down memory lane?" Klaus said bitterly as he swung the door open. "I want her back."

As soon as Klaus stepped into the bar, all the occupants seemed to back away as if they were terrified of him. Alexander watched from the side-lines, confused by their reaction to him. He knew that Klaus was evil but the man he knew was tamer than his past self. But the reputation he had built for himself was hard to shake.

"She's not here, Klaus. You're too late." The barmaid said with a small smile.

"How do you know who I'm looking for?" he smirked as he approached the bar, gripping onto the edge of the wood.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" his blank expression was answer enough for Harley. "My grandmother placed the spell on Amelie that made her sleep for eighty years." She let out the tiniest hint of a laugh and shook her head. "You can bet I was surprised to see her walk into this bar again."

"So, she was here?" Alexander crept from the shadows with an optimistic look.

"Who's the witch?" she nodded towards him and looked down at Klaus.

"A St Martine witch." Klaus glanced at him and leaned closer towards Harley with a friendlier expression. "When did she leave here, love?"

"A few days ago, but she didn't tell me where she was heading."

"What was she looking for in Chicago?"

Harley smiled a little and stepped towards him. "I'm only going to tell you what you want to know because I'm worried about Amelie. She's terrified of hurting you."

"She was looking for a way to stop the toxin, wasn't she?" he said quietly.

Harley nodded and sighed a little. "I was trying to help her stop the cravings but I couldn't help her anymore."

"Why couldn't you help her?"

Klaus could tell that they young woman was hiding something from him by the way the light in her eyes seemed to disappear. Harley turned her back to him and waved him off. "You need to speak to Amelie about that, it's not my place to say anything."

He knew that he wasn't going to get much more out of her so he backed away from the bar. "Did she say anything before she left?"

"Just that she was going to a place she had always wanted to go to. Listen," Harley faced Klaus once more, her smile gone and her eyes just as sad as his, "for the couple of weeks she was here, I was the only friend she had. If I feel like this over a person who was a stranger a couple of days ago, I can't imagine how you're feeling."

He clenched his jaw and nodded as he retreated towards the exit, he had no more words to say to the witch that seemed to help his love for a short time, but it was like he couldn't speak to anyone else who felt how he did. Klaus didn't want his emotions to be looked at under a microscope, he wasn't in Chicago to find healing from an outsider; he was here to find Amelie and bring her home.

Alexander rushed out of the bar behind him and ran behind him, grabbing onto his arm. Klaus turned quickly and pulled his arm away from him. "Don't touch me." He growled.

He put his hands up defensively and scowled at Klaus. "Just remember who's on your team. I want Amelie back home too, remember?"

"Your intentions are very hazy, why do you want her back? One minute you were at her throat then after she killed your brother, you're like her best friend. What is your end game?" Klaus got in his face, almost butting heads with him.

"I only hated her because of the way she made Jon, a love-sick mess who cared only about her but she's grown on me," he pushed Klaus away from him and fixed his coat aggressively, "she's the only person that I have left from my time, from Chantilly and the only other person who, at a time, gave a damn about Jon. She reminds me of home, of the way things used to be before my brother took me away from everything I held dear."

Klaus kept his eyes fixated on him before he turned his back on him. "We're done here."

"I am not going back to New Orleans until we bring her home." When Klaus started to walk down the street, Alexander followed as if he was his shadow.

"I know you're not, whether I like it or not, I need you to help me locate her." He held his head up a little higher and stepped towards his car. "I meant that we're done with Chicago. I know where she is."

Alexander stepped around the car and got into the passenger side. "How do you know where she is?"

"Because she always wanted to go to New York City." He slammed his door shut and started the car. "If Mikael hadn't of shown up when he did, that's where we were going to start our life together."

"We can be in New York in a couple of hours if traffic's good."

"Hopefully she's still there."

It was going to be a long journey, they had already been driving for so long but they had to make a stop at a motel and continue in the morning. Klaus had forgotten that Alexander was still a human. Klaus' room was stuffy and dull, nothing like he was used to; if he could have it his way they'd be staying at a grand hotel, not the cheapest motel on the intersection.

As he stared up at the ceiling, his hands on his chest tapping against his skin, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket; he was expecting a call from Hope so that he could tell her a goodnight story over the phone, but it was Amelie's number that appeared.

"Amelie, where are you?"

"You know where I am, you're already on your way." He could hear her sigh through the phone. "Stop following me, Klaus."

"I need to save you from this," he ran his hand over his face and got onto his feet, pacing around the room, "I can't do this without you, I can't be the man that you made me without you here."

"Save me? Klaus, you can't save me. When you're around me my veins feel like they're on fire because my bloodlust towards you is so electric. The only person who can save me is me. I need to control this before I can be with you again."

"I can help you, just let me help you."

"Remember when I told you I need to live my life and you agreed?"

"Yes." He said reluctantly.

"I need to stay here for a while longer, but you've still got me. I'll be coming home to you Klaus, hold onto that."

"Jacques has a potion that'll reverse what he did to you." He blurted out, hoping that it would keep her on the other end of the phone.

She was silent on the other end of the phone but he could hear talking in the background. "Meet me in the middle of Times Square tomorrow, just let me know when you get into the city and I'll give you a time. There's something I need to tell you."

"Is something wrong?"

"There's nothing to worry about and don't deny that you're worried, I can hear it in your voice. I'm fine, just meet me tomorrow. I love you, Klaus."

Before he could say anything back to her, the line went dead and any attempt to call her back just went to voicemail. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands and his knees trembling. Even though she told him not to worry, he couldn't help but do so. He would just have to wait until tomorrow, it's all he could do.

A:N Thank you for reading, will Jay be able to help Amelie or will she have to rely on Jacques, let me know with a review!