Amara Stefanie Salvatore is the result of the epic love of Katherine Pierce and Damon Salvatore. Follow her epic, crazy, and fascinating life she is half witch and half vampire. Last year she was pregnant with Klaus Mikaelsons baby. Now she's pregna...
After Cami threatened her, Amara was filled with guilt, it's like she wanted to gut the guilt out of her.
But couldn't. And that threat was her worst fear. Or the thing she should fear.
Before she was awoken from her consciousness, Rebekah was still calling her name in the dressing room.
"Amara!" Rebekah yelled one more time.
"Yea?" Amara asked confused.
"I've been calling you for the past five minutes. The receptionist is inches away from kicking us out of this store, Amara!" Rebekah whispered-yelled.
"Sorry! I just— zoned out for a bit, okay?" Amara said.
"Zoned out for a bit, ay? You zoned out for an hour!" Rebekah growled making Amara's eyes widen with horror she was gone that long.
"I'm sorry Rebekah, okay! I have problems, you're an original vampire who can't die at the hands of a human!" Amara whispered-yelled.
"Really, "hands of a human" that's funny! We are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you think we can die at the hands of a human?" Rebekah said. "You would get Nik laughing." Rebekah laughed. "What human would want to kill you anyway, what tell me, Camille?" Rebekah laughed even harder.
"Maybe," Amara mumbled.
"You're kidding! She wants you dead?" Rebekah asked raising an eyebrow.
"I guess so if she threatend me," Amara said. "But Rebekah, please don't look into it. If Klaus finds out I will die not from the hands of human. But the hands of a hybrid that is may I mention is extremely psychotic!" Amara whispered-yelled.
"Fine, I won't tell Nik. But she will." Rebekah smirked eyeing Camille.
"You knew she was there?!" Amara yelled.
"Out! Out! You've caused to much trouble in my store! Out!" The receptionist yelled at the two girls.
"You're going to let us stay in the store. But you're gonna kick her out." Amara smirked pointing to Camille.
"Of course, sorry for the confusion," The receptionist smiled. "I'm Angela! But I don't really wanna do that. I kinda have a soft spot for humans!" Angela said. "Leave. Or I'll kill you, both of you. And yes I can kill you, Rebekah. I have the stake." Angela threatened, and Amara and Rebekah sped off.
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"Nik!" Rebekah yelled.
"Yes, Rebekah?" Klaus said.
"Someone tried to kill me and Amara, Nik! They have the white oak!" Rebekah yelled.
"We have to go back to New Orleans." Klaus said.
"New Orleans? New Orleans isn't safe!" Amara yelled looking away. "Is it? Klaus tell us!" Amara bawled.
"We were able to go back days ago." Klaus shied away.
"And— and you let us stay here? Dick move, Klaus!" Amara yelled at him walking away and slamming the door to the bathroom.
Amara was using the bathroom. My stomach. When you give birth your stomach kills you. Unless, no, no not again, she thought. "Fuck!" Amara yelled her words echoing the hotel.
Amara washed her hands and left the house. Walking to the nearest store.
"Hi, just the pregnancy test, and the orange juice. Please." Amara asked. "Thank you."
Amara walked out of the store walking home.
"Why were you gone?" The aforementioned blonde Camille O'Connell asked.
"I was getting orange juice, Cami." Amara said knowing that Klaus was watching them. "Want some?" She asked smiling.
Camille chuckled as if she was about to take a knife and slash Amara's throat, Amara took a large gulp fearful of Camille. "No thanks, Amara." Camille sniggered.
"Okay," Amara said putting the orange juice away and walking to the bathroom. "Is anyone in here? I got me a tiny aspirin and I heard it tastes disgusting and I might throw up. So." Amara said reluctantly.
"No ones in there. Well I don't think so." Klaus said walking over to her eyeing her shopping bag.
"Thanks." Amara said walking through the bathroom doors.
Amara micturated on the pregnancy test and waited for her results.
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"Why? Fucking why? I try so fucking hard!" Amara yelled. "Niklaus Mikaelson, come in the bathroom!" Amara yelled to him.
"What?" Klaus asked. Madison shoves the test into his chest. Klaus then looked at the test and sighed. "You have to hide it, pretend it's not mine." Klaus mumbled.
"Who's to say it's yours? I could have sex with anyone. At anytime." Amara smirked.
"Well then, say it. Out loud. Say it." Klaus growled.
"Fine, fine, fine. I give. It's yours." Amara admitted.
Klaus scoffed walking picking up the test and dropping in the toilet. "Wha— Klaus! Why would you do that?" Amara yelled.
"That was fun wasn't it." Klaus sniggered.
Amara walked out the bathroom. "Amara, my dear. How are you?" Elijah raised his eyebrow.
"Fine, Elijah. What about you?" Amara asked.
"Where's the cereal?" Kol asked abruptly.
Amara rolled her eyes. "Did you have to interrupt our conversation, Kol?"
Kol smirked. He knew they were talking he just wanted to interrupt.
Amara walked away. She glared at him.
Camille walked inside running. "Amara! I'm going to kill you! You slept with Klaus!" Camille screamed.
