Please Keep Chasing Me (Klaus)

A vase...?

Klaus wasn't mad, no, Klaus was fuming. It didn't take long for him to break his intense stare with Amity and come rushing towards her. Everyone in the room advanced towards the couple, but didn't dare interfere when they noticed no harm was being done. Klaus had pushed Amity up against the wall and had his left hand on the wall beside her head and the other locked loosely around her neck. He wasn't squeezing, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her like that, but he did seem to be sending her a warning if she didn't tell him the truth. Not like he was about to give her a choice. From the start when he found out that she was his mate he promised himself he wouldn't compel her unless it was for her to go to sleep or it was absolutely necessary. He felt it was necessary at this point.

His jaw was clenched and there seemed to be tears hiding behind those grey eyes of his as they dilated into compelling her, "Who are you?"

Amity stared back into his eyes, she was scared to look away. Her voice was monotone and what she said had Klaus fuming even more, "Amity Petrova."

He let go of her, stepping away. He rose the picture up to her face, to let her get a good look at it. It was an old picture, around the 1920s. It was the same night that Klaus had met Stefan. The picture was of Himself, Rebekah, Stefan, and Amity all sitting at the bar. Amity and Rebekah were turned towards each other laughing at something one another said as were Klaus and Stefan. The ring that was in the coffin laid shimmering on Amity's ring finger as did the one Klaus had kept on his necklace for all these years laid on his, "Explain this to me."

His voice came out as a whisper and Amity snatched the Picture, staring it down in uncontrollable disbelief, "I-" She stopped herself sucking in a deep breath and refusing to let the tears in her eyes fall. Her voice was cracking and she turned to the woman that seemed to give her comfort for some reason she didn't know, "I don't understand."

Denika bit her lip and glanced away from Amity for a split second before walking towards her and wrapping an arm around her, the other one lifting up to carefully remove the picture from Amity's hand, "I need to explain."

Klaus growled from his position behind Amity, "You need to do more than ex-"

Denika stopped him from going on, "You," She pointed her finger at him and for a moment Klaus feared she would begin to induce pain on him, "You do not speak, this is your fault in the first place."

Klaus furrowed his eyebrows confused, how could this be his fault? He had nothing to do with any of this. "She's right, brother."

Elijah stepped forward, his hands locked behind his back, "I want you both to come over here."

Denika began walking towards the coffin after she asked them to follow her. They all stopped in front of it, while the other originals lingered behind. Rebekah was as ready as she could ever be for this moment. Klaus had told her his plan before he had daggered her outside of the bar that night. Denika reached into the coffin pulling out what Klaus had been rubbing inside of it when he found the ring and then picture.

"A vase...?" Amity questioned confused. Her eyes scanned over the object in Denikas hand, it was a simple white with a black ring around the neck of it and cursive writing on the side.

Denika chuckled and shook her head, "No, Amity." Denika slowly turned that 'vase' to show the side that had writing on it, Eleiona, "An urn."

Amity and Klaus scrunched their eyebrows looking over at each other, "Eleiona." Amity whispered, that's what Elijah called her the night Damon undaggered him.

"Leo." Amity's eyes immediately snapped towards Denika, answering to the name.

"See your mind still answers to the name because it remembers who you are." Amity shook her head, licking her lips. Remembers who she is? Who is she? She's just some girl that grew up in Chicago right?