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

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Amelia's POV

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"A vampire isn't one without their teeth."  Charolette spoke evilly as I laid on the ground in pain, waiting for a chance to run for Klaus.

"No." I said weakly, shaking my head.

"Don't worry Amelia." Charolette giggled. "I'll die someday in years to come, and then your fang will grow back and all will be dandy."

I gulped, keeping my mouth shut as I gripped my stomach in pain. I tried to scoot away but I was weakened and I couldn't heal with this hex put on me, and I couldn't practice magic in this state.

"Show me those pretty little fangs of yours." Charlotte smiled as she kneeled down to my face, picking up my chin with her hand.

I shook my head, refusing to speak in fear she will take my fangs the moment I open my mouth. "Do you really want to make this harder than it needs to be?" She lectured.

I just looked at her, my eyes brimming with tears as the pain worsened. She sighed, her big brown eyes rolling as she stood up. "Fine then." She scoffed. "aperta." She spoke in Latin, pointing her hand towards me.

My jaw opened in pain, my screaming bellowing through the fields. I tried to close it, but it wasn't worth the try because my mouth was pried open with magic.

"Ostende mihi quid volo." Her Latin accent running smoothly. My fangs appeared unwillingly, my tears streaming down my face and falling into my open mouth.

"Say bye bye fangs." Charlotte smiled before ripping my right fang out of my mouth with magic.

My screams echoed, each one so loud I was sure someone could hear it. The pain unimaginable.

*present time*

She threw the fang back at me, telling me to keep it for a reminder as to what Klaus did to me. She blamed the torture on Klaus, since it wouldn't have come to this if he never sent a rousting. That night Klaus killed her and my fang reappeared the next morning, but I made a necklace out of my old fang and gave it to Klaus.

"Guess we both couldn't throw each other away indefinitely." Klaus sighed as he ran a hand over my hair.

"Amelia Mikaelson!" I heard Marcels voice yell from down the hall, ruining the moment with Klaus.

Klaus laughed, breaking away from me. "Seems like Gwen did her job." He chuckled.

"Amelia!" Marcel boomed again. I laughed as I pushed past Klaus who followed behind me.

"Am-"

"Bloody hell Marcel!" I yelled back as I left the room and caught eye of him across the hallway. "What do you need?"

Marcel stomped over, huffing and puffing. Klaus chuckled behind me as he watched the angry Marcel make his way over to us. "All I did was put a hand on Hayley's shoulder and your fucking friend!" Marcel yelled, getting close to my face. "Snapped my neck!"

"I'm trying to understand the problem here." I said in a boring tone, eyeing him up and down. I means he's all in one piece and still alive, which is shocking seeing as he pissed off Gwen. "We did tell her to kill anyone who touches her, so the only problem is that you're still alive."

"If she puts her hand on me one more time." Marcel growled, inching even closer to my face as he pointed a finger towards me. I didn't flinch. I just looked him in the eyes, giving him a bland look as I watched him try and threaten me.

"Take a step back." Klaus chuckled as he gently grabbed Marcels shoulder, pushing him back.

"I can handle him myself Klaus." I said. I didn't need his help, this was Marcel for Christs sake. I could put him down in a second.