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 Thirty-Two

She made sure that no one was following her before she slipped into the abandoned warehouse she had found on the internet. Amelie had made sure that her transactions on this place were very discreet, she couldn't have a paper trail and she couldn't have the Mikaelsons catching on to money going missing. She pulled a little flashlight from her purse and let it guide her way to a room in the back. She flicked on the light and watched in delight as Alec flinched at the sight of her.

She poured him a glass of water and crouched down in front of him, the glass rested on her knee. She reached up slowly and took off the vervain laced rag that was fastened around his mouth. When she placed the glass to his mouth, he guzzled the contents as quickly as he could.

"Are you ready to talk yet?"

"I have nothing to say to you, you bitch." He spat out as she stood back up, he glared at the back of her head and wished her dead.

"You've been here for a week, stuck in the dark just as I was when Jacques first introduced himself to me. If I had of thought for a second that he would hurt me like this, I never would've tried to build a relationship with him." She sighed and put the glass back down onto the table beside the jug of water. "Have you ever felt betrayed, Alec?"

"Everyone's felt betrayal. We just don't over react about it."

"Over react, that's cute. I want to drain my fiancé and his family of their blood and you think that I'm over reacting? I'm pregnant and hormonal, I'm allowed to 'overreact', as you put it." She lifted a sharp knife and stepped back over to him, pointing the blade at him. "I think it's about time that you tell me where Jacques was sending you or my methods of extracting your blood will be a lot less clean." She let him see her true face, that hybrid face that she hated showing.

"If you kill me, you'll never find out."

"No but when you're so woozy on werewolf venom, I'll be able to get into your head. You have age over me but soon I'll have strength on you." She knelt beside him and brought a glass jar out from her bag then she sliced deep into his arm and extracted his blood.

"Maybe if you loosened these ropes, I'll be more likely to help you." He said weakly.

"I'm not stupid, you'll try to escape." When she had enough to last her for a day or two, she screwed the lid back on and placed it back into her bag. "If you won't tell me anything, then tell me this… Why did my brother betray me?"

"You won't like the answer."

"I'm a big girl, I can take it."

"He despises you and everything that you stand for. You got to have a good life with loving parents and he had the opposite. You're a pawn in the Mikaelsons' game of domination, I bet he was pretty quick to offer you a chance to be a hybrid."

"He offered me a chance of an eternity with him and I was happy to take that because I love him."

"Sure," he said sarcastically, a sadistic smile on his face, "why wouldn't you want to spend an eternity with someone who kept you locked in a coffin?"

She stood up and paced around the room as the anger bubbled up inside her. "So, what is it that I stand for?"

"You're just a stereotype, a defenceless little girl blinded by the love of a homicidal maniac. No matter what he does, you always run back to him."

"If I'm so defenceless, how come I got you locked in this basement?" she dipped the rag into some liquid vervain and walked slowly towards Alec, letting him soak up the fear of the pain before he finally felt it.

"Because you've become as twisted Klaus."

She stood behind him, the rag at the ready and tilted her head, thinking about what Alec said. "Is that really a bad thing?" she wrapped the rag around his head extra tight, making sure it cut into the sides of his mouth. She walked away as he tried to scream and shout but every time he tried, he was just inhaling more of the vervain. "I'll be back in a few days, hopefully you'll be more open to sharing some information with me."

Klaus' light was still on when she came home, she knew that he would've waited up for her, but she hoped that he hadn't. She needed to feed, and she didn't want him to know about her stash of blood. He would ask questions and she would have to tell him the truth; she hated lying to him and keeping secrets, but she wanted to protect this family and that meant keeping Alec's whereabouts hidden. Luckily for her, Alexander was willing to keep her secret.

She walked up to the room and smiled at him when he sat up, patting the space beside him.

"Is your head clear?"

She nodded and changed into her pyjamas. "It's clear, but I'm starving. Do you mind if I steal some of your blood?"

"Of course not," he held his arm out to her and when she sat beside him, he pulled her close to his side, "take as much as you want."

She held onto his wrist and looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"It's for you and our child, I'm sure."

She dug her fangs into his wrist, her eyes rolling back as the sweet liquid she craved so much trickled down her throat. She drank from him slowly, she didn't want to take too much but it was still so hard for her to resist, especially Klaus' blood. She pulled away from the wound slowly and licked the remainder that had spilled out. She shared a small smile with him before she lay him down.

"Do you feel nauseous?" she sounded concerned about him, she hated seeing him weak after feeding on him.

"I'll be fine in the morning." He put his hand over his eyes, rubbing the corners gently.

She rested her head beside his, watching him as he tried to get over that sickening feeling. "Do you need me to get you anything? Something to drink?"

"Just stay with me," after every feed she took from him, she saw him vulnerable, "we both need a good night's sleep."

She ran her fingers through his curly red hair and watched as he drifted off to sleep easily. She kissed the side of his head and whispered, "I love you," in his ear.

Klaus woke up alone, her spot was still warm, so she hadn't been up for long. He threw a shirt on and stood by the landing, looking down to see her sitting at the dining table with a couple of bridal magazines. He smiled and cleared his throat, watching her eyes drift up to him.

"Good morning, sleepy." She teased with a grin.

"What're you up to?"

"Well this wedding isn't going to plan itself, is it?" she waved him down and waited for him to sit beside her. She showed him a couple of dresses and waited for his opinion. "What do you think of these?"

"You could wear whatever you want, you'll look beautiful no matter what."

She smiled and flicked through the pages. "Do you think they do maternity wedding dresses, or should we get married before I get any bigger?"

"This might sound crazy so tell me if you hate this idea, but how about we get married tonight?"

She looked at him as if he was crazy and raised a brow. "Tonight?"

"What's the point in all the stress of a big wedding? All we need is each other."

"But where would we get married?"

"I can pull a couple of strings and have that little chapel in the French Quatre ready for us by night fall. The family can be there, Alexander too if you want him and Jacques can still give you away, if you want that."

A smile started to creep onto Amelie's face, she couldn't believe that he was convincing her to get married tonight; as he continued to paint the picture for her, the more she wanted it. Perhaps a big wedding wasn't for her after all.

"How quick can you make it happen?"

"Does that mean you want to marry me tonight?" he sat beside her, leaning on the back of his chair. He couldn't help but share her grin as she nodded enthusiastically at him. "I can have everything ready by eight."

"What do you want me to do to help?"

"If your plan for Jacques is still on, call him and tell him. Get yourself and whoever your bridesmaid is a dress and that's it. I'll worry about the rest." He tucked her hair behind her ear as he gazed at her for a moment. "You're going to be a Mikaelson by the end of the day, officially."

"Stop staring at me and go do what you have to do. The wedding has to be organised before I become a Mikaelson." She closed over her magazine and kissed him deeply, resting on his lap as she pressed her lips against his. "I can't wait to see what you plan."

"Let me go so I can actually organise it." He said against her mouth.

"Sorry," she pulled away from him and helped him onto his feet, "I'm just excited." She rushed towards the front door and put on her coat. "I guess I better buy a couple of dresses."

Alexander wasn't expecting to meet Amelie at a boutique, she just sent him an address and that was it. He grimaced as he stepped into the shop and paced around the open floor as he waited for Amelie to make an appearance. Behind him, a curtain opened, and Amelie emerged in a lacy white dress, a fake bouquet in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.

"Thank you for meeting me here, I've a busy day ahead of me."

"What is going on, Amelie?"

"Klaus and I are getting married tonight which I'm very happy about, but it shortens my timeframe of revenge drastically. I need to find out where Alec was going immediately."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need a way to get into his head, I want you to come to the warehouse with me and fry his brain a little bit."

"And you're going to do this before or after the wedding?"

"Before, I have time. While I was waiting for you to arrive, I was fitting the torture into my schedule." She looked at herself in the mirror and stepped back into the dressing room.

"And what happens if you don't like what you see in his mind?" Alexander looked at the price on some of the dresses and let out a wince.

"I'll bring him to the chapel and murder him in front of Jacques." She came out of the dressing room and looked at Alexander. "My brother will regret ever getting involved with me."

"You can't be rash with this, Jacques is half witch, he can hurt you."

"But he won't. I'm almost a hundred per cent sure."

"But you have that doubt, don't you? You must think about this, you can't let your revenge fantasy take over. That's what happened to Jon and look where he is now."

Amelie looked at him and frowned a little. "You're right, I'm not going to be rash about this. I won't kill Alec tonight but that doesn't mean I can't find out what Jacques was planning." She placed her hand on his arm and stared down at the floor. "Alec said something to me yesterday that's stuck with me and I want to ask your opinion because I know you'll give me your unbiased opinion."

"Lay it on me."

"Am I twisted? Is what I'm doing wrong?"

"Oh Amelie, do you really think that about yourself?"

"Last night I had a nightmare that I was burning in hell, paying for what I have planned and for what I've been doing to Alec."

"Here's my opinion, you're not twisted. You're protecting the people that you care about and you're protecting your child. Your tactics are a little brutal, but you didn't know Jacques back when he was a part of the Seven Devils, he was a very evil man and he still is. Look at what he did to you, you have every right to defend yourself. What's going to happen to you once your baby is born? The only thing stopping him from harming you is your baby." Alexander had very bitter feelings towards Jacques, there was a lot in their history that Amelie wasn't aware of and it was something he didn't feel like sharing. Perhaps his opinion wasn't completely unbiased.

"You're right, I don't know a lot of the story but what I do know is that he means to harm the people that I care about and eventually his gaze will turn to me." She released the doubt she was having into the air and stepped over to the counter to purchase her dress. "We better get a move on with my plan then."

Alexander was surprisingly silent as he walked through the warehouse, he was shocked by how on point Amelie was in carrying out her plan. When he first laid eyes on Alec and noticed how pale his skin had become he knew that she wasn't giving him any blood to keep him ticking over. Then he noticed how raw the area around his mouth was, inhaling the vervain would be like inhaling razor blades. Amelie stood with her arms folded and looked at Alexander with an air of anxiety about her.

"What are you thinking? Am I being too harsh on him?"

Alec looked at Alexander, pleading with his eyes to convince Amelie that she was being more than harsh, but unfortunately for him, Alexander was still on Amelie's side.

"No, he deserves this." He stepped towards Alec and looked him in the eyes. "Have you tried to get into his head yet? He seems quite weak with the lack of blood in his body."

"I can get in for a second but he's still stronger than me mentally."

"Get behind him and press your fingers into his temples." When she followed his instruction, he clenched his fist and watched as Alec writhed in pain. "I'll hold the spell, see what you can find out."

"I want you to go to New York, that was the last place I had saw him, granted that was nearly a century ago." Jacques knocked back a drink of whiskey as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He lightened up a little bit when Alec put his arms around his waist.

"I'll go to New York and speak with DeMarco and if he's not in New York then I will track him down. Do you think he'll help you?"

"He hated the Mikaelsons, almost killed me for befriending Elijah… There isn't a doubt in my mind that he won't help us."

Alec kissed his shoulder before he rested his head on him. "Then I'll leave tonight if you want."

"Tonight, that would be great, no one will suspect a thing. While you're away I'll play on the soft side of Amelie tomorrow and get her to trust me again. If I'm going to get rid of the Mikaelsons' hold on this city, I must do it from the inside."

"I have faith in you, I always have."

"Make sure DeMarco understands the urgency of this matter, like myself, he has always yearned for a haven for our kind. New Orleans will be perfect."

Amelie let go of Alec's head and let it slump down against his chest. She looked down at him and raised a brow. "Is he dead?"

"No, what you or I did wouldn't kill him. Did you see anything?"

"He was sending him to find a guy called DeMarco, have you heard of him?"

"Unfortunately, I have. DeMarco Shawn was the ruthless and cutthroat leader of the Seven Devils. There's only one person in this world that is as malicious as Jacques and it's him." Alexander glared down at Alec and shook his head. "You did the right thing by kidnapping him. He can't be allowed to release DeMarco back into the world."

"What do you mean by that?"

Alexander sighed and ran his hands over his face. "After we put Jacques down we knew that we had to do the same to DeMarco, but Jon was too weak to do another big spell like that and I wasn't willing to do it myself. We called in the help of the rest of our coven and gave them the burden of keeping his location hidden. To this day, their descendants are still keeping him gone."

Amelie looked at Alec and thought about her options. If she killed Alec then Jacques would retaliate and if she kept him alive, there would always be that chance of him finding DeMarco. She was damned either way.

"Well, this has made things complicated."

A:N Thank you for reading this chapter, next one will be the wedding and there will be a few twists and turns!