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 One

For the past couple of years everything seemed to be calm. Hayley and Hope lived under Klaus' roof once more which came in handy as Hope grew into the playful toddler she is today. Elijah made sure the Strix were inactive, although a few kept a look out for Marcel's return to the city. He tried to help Freya anyway he could to get rid of Rebekah's curse while she tried to live as happily as she could with Marcel in a distant Mediterranean country. Everyone seemed to be happy, all except for Klaus. He had his daughter with him and all the threats he knew of were gone but his heart yearned for the secret he kept locked in a coffin for over eighty years. It was finally safe to tell his secret but he had to wait for the right time… But the temptation to visit her was so strong.

Only he knew the location of the storage locker he kept the coffin in but the locker and its contents were cloaked to all but him. Unaware that he was being watched, he held out a special, spelled necklace and held it at an arm's length, waiting for the locker to appear. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and closed the door.

His final coffin held Amelie's sleeping body, spelled to sleep without aging, waiting to be awoke was the curse he had to put on her for her own good. Once the hood of the coffin was lifted, he leaned into her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Her light blonde locks were still pin curled in the Marilyn Monroe style she adorned so often. "Soon we can be together, I promise." He whispered softly. Seeing her face reassured him that everything he did was the right thing, to take her away from her era and bring her into the twenty first century insured that she would be safe. Even entranced she convinced him that he did good.

Hope eagerly awaited the return of her father and once she locked her blue eyes on him, she ran from her toys and into his awaiting arms. "Dadda!" she squealed blissfully.

"Hello my darling." He cooed, breathing in the sweet smell of her head.

Elijah waited and watched from the side-lines with a small smile until he cleared his throat.

Klaus turned to him and whispered to his daughter. "Look Hope, it's your grump of an uncle."

"Oh how the tides have turned, Nik. Where did you rush off to?"

"Nowhere of any significance."

Elijah ran his fingers across the woodwork as he stepped towards the two. "May I ask, who is in the coffin?"

"What coffin?"

"Don't play dumb Niklaus, one of the Strix saw you at the docks going into a spelled lock up and they just had to take a peek." Elijah leaned on the fireplace and smirked a little. "The curiosity almost killed him."

"I assure you that what's in the coffin is my business and mine alone." Klaus set Hope back at her group of toys and marched out of the room.

Elijah followed him and gripped his arm tightly. "If you are going to jeopardise our newfound peace, I can assure you that it is everyone's business."

"Luckily for your sanity, it's something harmless kept away from your prying eyes." He growled as he took his arm back.

"Then what was with the promise of 'soon'?"

"My happiness brother, now if you don't mind, I need a word with Freya."

"Do not involve her in your schemes." Elijah warned, his finger pointed at Klaus.

"I need a witch for non-scheming purposes, you have my word."

Chicago, 1933

A great city packed to the brim with poverty, starvation and crime. Alone now in this world, this city was the perfect place for Klaus to hide from Mikael and have a little fun while he was at it. He made friends with mobsters like Capone to get the finest bootlegged alcohol but the only thing that could give him some sort of release from the world was the siren song of a blues singer in an underground speak easy. But as times moved on and friends disappeared, Klaus followed the voice of the angel as she moved around the city, singing in any bar that would have her.

Amelie Bouchard, a French immigrant was the only constant in Klaus' lonely life. She dreamt big and sang for someone to hear her. Klaus was the only one who listened to her. The night he finally decided to speak to her was one of the nights that gave him the chance to bring a shed of his humanity back. He began to feel proper emotions again; nervousness mostly but it was a start. He watched her move towards him through the crowd at the bar with her violin case in hand.

"Are you Klaus Mikaelson?" she said delicately. Her accent was still rich and fresh, untainted by the accents around her.

"Yes love, have a seat." He took a small sip of alcohol to calm himself down and glanced up at her. "I assume you have heard that I am your greatest admirer?"

Amelie giggled lowly and sat in front of him, setting her case down by her feet. "You are my only admirer. No one cares if I sing but I have heard that you convinced the boss to pay me."

"I know talent when I hear it and you my dear are full of it." He looked away from her and waved a waiter over. "Do you fancy a drink?"

"I couldn't possibly." She waved him off bashfully.

"It would be my pleasure." He watched her with a lax smile as she debated with herself in her head.

She rested her head on her hand and chewed the inside of her cheek. There was a certain charm about Klaus and as much as she wanted to say no, her natural impulse was to say yes. "Only because it is your pleasure and for that reason only." She returned his carefree smile and bit her lip gently.

"Thank you."

She shook her head a little. "For what?"

"For accompanying a lonely man."

"It isn't a bother, you see, I'm quite lonely too. At least for tonight, we can be lonely together."

Hours seemed like minutes as they drank and chatted away their time. Eventually the bar became empty and the two drunks were cast into the empty Chicago streets. Amelie was worse off than Klaus; he could handle his liquor but her small, human frame couldn't. As they staggered the empty streets and the sun began to peep through the clouds, Klaus found out the sad truth about the woman with an angel's voice; she lived in poverty.

"This is my stop, I bet I'm not what you expected me to be." She said abruptly as she tried to find an excuse for herself.

He looked at her with pity in his eyes. "May I take you out again tonight?"

"You still want to see me? I'm only a poor immigrant, I have nothing to offer you."

He gripped onto her shoulders. "Of course I want to see you again, you being in the poor house does not change the potential I see in you."

She was confused and dumbfounded, no one ever wanted to take out a girl from this side of the city. "A potential for what?"

"A better life… A new start, whatever your heart desires."

She glanced behind her at the slum of a building she called home and then looked into Klaus' eyes. "Who says we have to wait until tonight? Last night does not have to end yet."

A smirk crept onto his face as he held his arm out. "Come on then, the night is still young and so are we."

Two years later…

Nobody could deny how happy Klaus and Amelie made each other. If they weren't catching a show, releasing their creativity or attending high society events then they were rolling around in their cotton sheets. Under Klaus' care, the poor immigrant blossomed into a stunning rose who was the life of every party.

But, dark clouds were on the horizon for Klaus and it just had to happen when he was finally settling down with someone he genuinely cared for. Word that Mikael found him and was on his way travelled to him and sent him into a panic. What was he supposed to do? Leave Amelie behind or take her with him? Her human body was too weak to run and any offer he extended towards her to change her was declined. He only had one other option but it was risky.

What he had to say to her wasn't easy to say and he didn't know how she would react; he hoped that she would agree to his plan but if she didn't, he was going to be heartbroken. He sat her down and took her small hand in his, looking at her with sincerity he said, "I know you do not want to be away from me and I cannot bear to be away from you but the only way we can be together is if you are suspended in time until it is safe for us to be together again." He explained as best as he could but he was frantic, she didn't understand the threat of Mikael as he did.

"I would be cursed by one of your witch friends?"

"Not cursed but protected." He placed his hands on her face and looked her in the eyes. "I have a witch who will do the spell tonight, it's the only way without saying goodbye."

Everything about this situation confused her, but when she looked in his eyes and saw the fear she knew that there was no other choice worth considering. Klaus saved her life, he took her from the poverty and gave her everything she ever wanted; the least she could do was repay him by being spelled to sleep for a couple of years at the most.

She nodded, giving into him and smiled ever so slightly. "I'll do whatever you want of me."

"You have no idea how much I have wanted to hear you say those words."

She held her hand up and stopped his excitement in its tracks. "Before we get ahead of ourselves, I have to ask but two favours of you." She stepped away from him and poured herself a glass of white wine.

"Anything for you." He was desperate for her to agree. Underneath his hard exterior was a man who only wished to be loved and he found it in the young woman standing in front of him.

"Firstly, my necklace is never to leave my neck," she touched the small, silver chain adorned with an amethyst gem, "it was my mother's and I promised to never remove it."

"Of course, the necklace must never leave you. What is your second favour?"

She took a long sip from her glass and set it down on a small oak dresser. "Please do not forget about me. If you should meet another love, let me die peacefully in my slumber."

"Amelie," he couldn't entertain the thought but she swiftly glided over to him, silk gliding behind her as she took her seat in front of him.

"I know how life can be, everything happens by chance. Just agree to my favours and I will be yours for however long you'll have me." She fixed his slicked back curls with a small smile and teary eyes. "When you are safe, when we can be together I will be ready and waiting with open arms."

He gave her one last kiss and got up quickly. "I will alert my witch, please make yourself as comfortable as you can. I shall not be long."

She watched him leave and returned to her glass, finishing the wine with her hand on her chest. Her head spun as she tried to wrap her head around what she had agreed to do. She would do anything for her love, but she didn't know how long she would be asleep for.

A:N I hope you enjoy this fanfic, I'm just posting the first chapter to see what kind of reception it gets before I publish more so leave your opinions in a review if you wish to read more.