Title: My Amalie: Chapter Nine: Six Years Later

Author: Lia

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Lucius visits Amalie six years after he meets her.

Warning(s): None.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to ME.
Notes: Last chapter. Look for the rewrite coming soon.

It was now 1990 and my Amalie, wherever she was, would be turning eleven years old soon. I had searched for her discreetly for the last six years. It was on the night of July 21, 1990 that I finally found her on Park Avenue in New York City. I knew from scanning Amalie’s mind that this was her birthday. After much silent debate with myself, I decided to buy Amalie a birthday present and take it to her myself. I was living with Nicholas and his coven in New York now and knew that I could be severely punished for breaking yet another of the thirteen rules but that hardly mattered. She was my Amalie and, if there was any way possible, I was going to make sure she knew this.

I had no idea what eleven-year-old girls liked so I went to Tiffany’s just after sundown and, because the saleswoman there recommended it, bought her a 24 karat gold chain on which hung a locket made of the same gold and engraved with a celtic symbol on the front. On the back was enscribed:

To My Amalie

Happy 11th Birthday

From Lucius

I admit my reasons for doing this were purely selfish. I wanted my Amalie and I wanted her to know that it was I who found her when she was but five years of age.

After leaving Tiffany’s on the night of Amalie’s birthday, I went to the house where she lived and climbed up to her second floor room I made myself comfortable on the small balcony, making sure to open the doors so I could tell when she came in. It was almost midnight when Amalie, dressed in a pair of pink silk pajamas, entered her bedroom.

Amalie was beautiful. Even as the filthy little five-year-old child I had taken out of one of the worst sections of New York City, Amalie had been pretty. Now, with her waist-length black hair washed and combed she was a girl of extraordinary beauty. I could see a startling resemblance to her mother there.

It seemed that my Amalie had also inherited her mother’s gifts. My Amalie was a witch, a powerful one at that. I knew it as soon as she stepped into the room, just as she knew something was not as it should be.

“Hey,” she said. “Who’s there?” Then her eyes widened. “Lucius?” she whispered. “Lucius, is that you? Are you there?”

My Amalie remembered me!

“Lucius, I know you are there. Where are you?”

I stood and Amalie must have saw the movement out of the corner of her eye because a moment later she had crossed the room and was out on the balcony, in my arms. “I knew you would come, Lucius! I knew it! But why did you stay away so long?”