Sire Lines

Chapter 19

"She's a what?" Elijah asked in disbelief. "I understand that Mikael is dead but a transfer for the spell Esther used a thousand years ago is ridiculous. It would require a lot of things especially a powerful witch which Bonnie isn't."

"That's because she had our Mother's help," Klaus stated. "She was channeling power from the Other Side just to give her power."

"And she's two thousand years old?" he asked and when his brother nodded, he smirked, "Niklaus, that's blasphemous."

"Didn't I put you down?" Amelia asked after listening to their conversation when she woke up.

"I still snapped your neck. I could've torn your heart out and if you came back, then I'd believe you're an Original."

"I can stand in the sun without a daylight ring." He gazed at her finger here her ring would have resided and she smirked.

"I wanted to ask to join me for dinner," Klaus began, interrupting the two's small bicker. "And, I've invited the Salvatore brothers."

"Sounds like a time for toxic masculinity," she muttered.

"Both of you will dress up for the dinner in a few hours," he continued. "Please, help yourselves to the rooms."

Amelia politely nodded and climbed the steps, taking the left wing to a random room. She had guessed correctly, and was greet by a bed which she'd never sleep on. When she went to the closet, she saw a variety of dresses. She looked closely to notice that some of them were old-era gowns that she'd previously worn to balls and such. She blushed, glad that he had preserved them.

Since it was only a dinner, she picked out a gray skirt and a sheer mauve top. With that, she put on heels and set them on the bed so when she got out the shower, it was set. Her hair was wet and she had to blow dry it and straightened itself out, still rich and thick. She put on her clothes and felt the need to put on a thin, gold belt around her waist to bring the outfit together— she felt like a principal or a lawyer.

"Ugh, and you're still wearing that ridiculous clothing," Elijah told his brother. "At least Amelia has some kind of fashion. Did you know, she tried to inhabit your style and this Western accent?"

"It suits her perfectly," Klaus responded. His eyes lifted to her as she came down the steps: "Too bad she's proper like you."

Amelia was about to speak, more or less snap at Elijah, but the sound of the doorbell cut her off. Klaus delightedly smiled and pranced to the door to welcome them in; they were in jeans and leathers jackets per usual.
At the round table, the five of them sat: Klaus in between Elijah and Amelia; her, next to Stefan by chance, and Damon on the other side.

"So, what do you want?" Stefan asked in a smug tone.

"I presume you had some fun for the past few days," Klaus began.

"I did."

"Stefan," Amelia snapped and Elijah inhaled a sharp breath when he understood.

"But yes, taking your casketed family was fun. I even had Bonnie and her mother try to open the fifth one, although they were unsuccessful."

"Abby's in town?" she asked and he nodded. She had to pay some respect for all that the former witch did in capturing Mikael for Bonnie's sake and in the midst, losing her powers and going mad.

"Now that I have them back, let's talk about the future," Klaus continued, eating his food— they were vampires, they didn't need to eat human food. "How's it going with you and Elena? Any progress?"

"I don't intend to do anything anymore," Stefan confessed.

"That's not good. And you, Damon? Have you made a move on Elena?"