An Eternity, darling. | Klaus Mikaelson fan fiction| The originals

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Amelia's POV

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"Who did this to you?" Klaus spoke quickly as he ran up to me, his eyes focused on my injury.

I shook my head, not wanting to give away the answer, knowing he will kill them. The blood pouring out of my stomach, my hands clenching the wound as I quietly sobbed.

"Amelia." Klaus growled. "Who did this to you? And why aren't you healing?" He finished as he laid me down on the ground.

He removed my hands from my wound, quickly inspecting it before he ripped off his vest and pushed it onto the wound. A deep cry coming from me as he applied pressure.

"Answer me darling." He said quietly.

"The-the witches." I stuttered out. "They put a hex on me, it slows down my healing and then she-she stabbed repeatedly."

"Why?" He asked quickly. "Why would they hurt you?"

I looked up at him, his eyes kept on my wound as he tried to clot the blood as much as possible but his vest was already drenched from the amount of blood I was loosing. "Because you sent a rousting." I whispered.

He was the reason half of the witches were killed last night, and the last standing witches decided to get pay back by hurting what he loves most, me.

"I'm going to kill them." Klaus stated as he ripped his collard shirt off and replaced the golden vest with his white shirt.

I shook my head, more tears falling from pain and the thought of more witches dying. "P-please don't."

"What witch did this?" He asked as he used one hand to move the hair that was sticking to my face out of the way, his eyes brimming with tears from me being in pain. "How do we lift the hex?"

"You can't." I chocked out as the pain started to subside ever so slightly as the blood clotted just a bit. "You have to kill the witch who hexed me in order for it to break."

"Amelia, I'm not going to ask you again..." he said in a low tone. "Who did this to you?"

I closed my eyes, not wanting to answer but knowing there was no way around it. "Charlotte Belvoir." I spoke as I opened my eyes.

Present time

"Did he kill her?" Marcel asked as I slowly started to wake up.

I peered my eyes open, the pain hitting me all again. I was confused as to what he was asking as I tried to ignore the unbearable pain.

"What?" I croaked out.

"The witch." Marcel stated as he sat down in front of me. "Did Klaus kill the witch?"

I didn't realize that I allowed anyone into my mind, I wasn't even aware that someone was in the room with me. I'm guessing Marcel came to wake me up but paused once he realized my mind was open.

"Yes." I muttered. "He killed her."

Marcel nodded his head, his famous grin not on his face for once as he looked at me. "I didn't think to have a witch put a hex on you, I guess that would've been smarter than having that wolf bite you."

"It does the same thing." I spoke as I took in a sharp breath from the amount of pain I was in. "I won't heal until the werewolf bite heals, but I'm sure you already knew that."

Marcel cocked his head, a small smirk appearing as he watched me throw my head back in pain. "Yes I did. You see the werewolf bite slows down you're healing bec-"