Enigmatic Finales: A Klaus Mikaelson Story {8}

Chapter 23: Restored Memories

~Klaus POV~

Klaus was having to quickly fill in all the members of his family who weren't residing in New Orleans about Fiore's arrival and so far he was having mixed results. Kol was excited to meet her—much to Klaus's annoyance—Davina nonplussed, Marcel was confused, and Rebekah was curious more than anything.

Klaus had yet to reconcile how he felt about any of it. He had just watched Fiore brutally murder two of her otherworldly counterparts and immediately directed her focus to Grace. He was happy the two were having the chance to reconnect but he couldn't help but feel slighted that she hadn't been that happy to see him.

In fact, she hadn't been happy to see him at all.

It had been a long time since Fiore had been so out of control and Klaus was struggling to reacquaint himself with this position. Fiore has always been harder to reign in and that was before she was revealed to be the most powerful being in existence. Worse still, Klaus was terrible at staying angry at her. Fiore was the love of his life and he wanted nothing more than to be with her at all times. There was no love like theirs and there was nothing worth risking that. Risking her.

"There you are!" Klaus felt Amelia's arms wrap around his waist and froze. "If you're going on a trip, least you could do is tell a girl! Especially if you aren't going to take me."

Fiore was upstairs and thankfully not focused on him, as the sight of Amelia would surely reawaken her murderous heart. In seconds, Klaus had taken Amelia and rushed to the quarter. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain Amelia to Fiore and hadn't even considered that he would have to explain Fiore to Amelia and now he had seconds to come up with an excuse.

"Klaus, what's going on?" She asked.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Then why did you rush me out of the compound faster than a four-horse wagon?" She asked with a pinched brow.

"It's for a surprise," he mumbled, hoping the lies would continue to flow seamlessly.

"For me?" She asked, eyes wide with glee.

"For...everyone," he said. "But it's not ready yet. So I need you to stay out of the compound for lets say the next week or so?"

"A week!" She pouted. "But that's so long!"

"I know, I know, but I must insist."

"Fine." She leaned in to kiss him, but he instinctively shifted so her kiss landed on his cheek. "Nik, you would tell me if there's something going on, right?"

"I promise." He replied, lying through his teeth.

"Alright then. See you in a week." She waved and began to head to her place, but not before calling out one last remark. "But this surprise had better be worth it!"

There was a pang of guilt in his chest as he once again hurt the woman who had done nothing but love him. He knew he felt something for Amelia, but it wasn't like what he felt for his Blossom. Klaus was unsteady on his feet whenever Fiore called him Nik, but the lovesick lilt in Amelia's voice did nothing for him. Still, as she walked away, he knew that for the first time, gaining Fiore meant losing someone great.

"So, your Johnston's daughter?"

Amelia had been pointedly avoiding Klaus upon his return from the war, but Klaus had spent the first few weeks devoted to no one but Fiore. Now he had settled in somewhat and he was ready to have his curiosities about the intruder in his home satisfied.

Amelia flinched and Klaus could hear the splinters of her paintbrush coming apart as her grip on the brush tightened.

"Yes, I am," she said, not taking her eyes off her canvas. "I wasn't sure if Fiore would tell you."