Sire Lines

Chapter 37

"Ah," Klaus breathed. He dropped the body on the floor and licked his bloody hand. His teeth and eyes returned to normal and he nonchalantly went to the couch in the middle of the hall. He reached for recent letter his daughter sent him through magic and read it; it brought a smile, but he didn't care to write her back. He hadn't for the past eight years.

He heard heels clacking on the floor then the scent of lavender rushed in his nose. His eyes lifted to see his wife in a beautiful and tight purple dress and he maliciously grinned, leaning back.

"Hello, love."

"I see you've made yourself... full," Amelia said. From the bodies, her eyes panned to the letter Hope had sent. "I've told her stories about the almighty Niklaus Mikaelson. Even, the gory details."

"I suppose she wasn't scared," he stated and she shook her head.

She walked over and sat on the couch across from him, crossing her legs and leaning on the armrest. "I've just seen Elijah and he's told me you came last week and snakes appeared at the bar he was playing at and water turned into wine."

"How biblical."

"How stupid," she corrected. "It may seem he's doing fine without you. Maybe, he's happy."

"I'm sure he isn't. I'm not, without him- Rebekah and Kol too, even Finn, who god-knows-where."

"Machu Picchu," she grinned. "Kol is in Kenya, Rebekah is in the Gold Coast, whereas Elijah just moved to the States. And you're here, going on a killing spree for entertainment because you have nothing else to do."

"Mmm," he hummed. In between his next breath, he spawned in the spot beside her and leaned in to whisper, "But now, you're here."

She pushed him back with a small touch and stood but he pursued her, pressing her against the grand piano. He laid kisses on her open neck and shoulder and grabbed her waist and proceeded to put his hands lower. Eventually, she gave in to his smothering by pressing her lips against his.

"Why are you here, Amelia?" he breathed.

"I'm here to take you to Mystic Falls," she told him and he raised his eyebrows. "Freya and I have worked to get The Hollow out of you, all of you."

"The Hollow!" he exclaimed, backing away. He maniacally laughed. "Ah, yes, my greatest tormentor. Even worse than Mikael."

"Are you coming?"

"Of course."

The couple landed in the bane of magic that flowed in the town. They met Freya at an old mill where Amelia knew was a few miles from the Stefan's boarding school for supernatural children like Hope.

At the rendezvous point, the sky turned gray from the growing clouds and the wind grew when the rest of the Originals arrived. With Caroline, two teenage girls in their school uniform appeared and began draining The Hollow's magic from them- Alaric was nearby. To Amelia, this was all absurd, all she knew was that it was mainly Freya's plan and her job was to get Klaus back.

Once The Hollow was in its blue form, shimmering in the dark, Freya started casting a spell. The chaotic weather had somewhat subsided and was starting to shrink as Freya overpowered it.

"I'm almost there!" she yelled, but then, her nose began to bleed. Elijah urged her to stop but she was stubborn, wanting her family to be at peace again. Her dejection got the best of her when she fell into her brother's arms, breaking the spell and letting the inanimate witch go free.

"Get them out of here!" Alaric yelled and Caroline vamped the girls away.

The orb of blue light moved quickly around them as they vamped in different directions, confusing it. The Hollow then chose a specific target, one who was faster than the most and went directly towards her, inhabiting her body.