Sire Lines

Chapter 12

"Amelia," a voice called out in her dreams. "My love, wake up."

"She's not your love," another spoke. This time, a woman.

"Neither is she yours," the man said. Amelia could hear their voices clearly but she couldn't identify their faces. It was all just a blur. "She told me. Well, she told Alaric."

"She hates you," she spat. "Remember that."

"Her hatred is all a facade," he stated. "Amelia, wake up."

The vampire shot up from her disoriented slumber and felt a pounding headache. She pressed her palm on her forehead, trying to soothe it but it slowly disappeared. She closed her eyes to let them focus and opened them again to see Katerina in a chair. She wasn't chained to but she seemed fixed on the seat, unable to move. Blood dripped down her leg from the small piece of wood that sat in her thigh.

"Hi Melee," she crinkled a smile.

Amelia then looked around to notice that she was in Alaric's apartment. She then remembered that Alaric wasn't the regular history teacher and a vampire hunter but possessed by his arch enemy of a creature.

From her fixed position on the couch, she turned her head to meet Klaus, in full flesh and bone, sitting behind her on stool. Just behind him was Alaric's unconscious body— she could hear his heartbeat— and a wooden crate. Two witches stood off to the side and she assumed they did his bidding.

"You've been asleep for a little over two weeks," Klaus's malicious tone spoke. He had an accent like she did compared to the Western location but she fixed hers to blend in. Like Elijah, he had some proper demeanor. "The vervain must be out of your system and you must be hungry."

"What are you going to do, compel me?" she asked, sitting upright. Normally, when the vervain was out, the compulsion from her sire would enact and she'd be a full-enraged hunter but she felt calm.

"My witches have put a spell on you," he began, "to feel... easy. I don't want you lashing out on me. I know that's not your true character. You are sweet, gentle, kind, but you rule with a heavy heal."

"Oh shut up," Katherine dragged.

"She's been compelled to stab herself in the leg, over and over until I say so," he said with a dry chuckle as she yelped from the pain when she did it again. "You, love, I'd never compel you. That's not who I am."

"But an incessant freak who chases down his victims after doing you wrong. You are the most unjust and evil vampire in the world."

"Yes. My name is Klaus Mikaelson." He stood and went over to Katherine and picked up a bowl he had set under her bleeding leg. "Drink up, love, you're hungry."

"Stop calling me that," she said, glaring at the bowl.

"Never," he stated. He set the blood on the counter, knowing she'd drink it eventually. "While you're here, I'll be out there, becoming a hybrid. Goodbye, Amelia. Katerina." His witches followed him out and Amelia vamped to meet him but she set back from the barrier spell placed on the door.

"Klaus!" she shouted but he ignored her. "Klaus!" She watched helplessly as they left. She turned to Katherine and the blood sitting next to her and drank it.

"My neck is open," she sang.

"This is enough," Amelia said, licking her top lip. She heard a faint groan and rushed over to Alaric who was waking up. "Ric."

"Amelia," he sighed. She helped him up and he looked at Katherine then back at her. "What's going on? What happened?"

"Klaus."