Amelia Thorne
There are no words to describe the emotions that flooded Amelia when she'd heard Damon's voice. She'd wanted to pretend that, when she looked up and saw that the face matched the voice of the man she'd loved and lost, she wasn't affected. That wasn't the case at all, though. Tons of emotions ran through her, all at once, to the point that it was overwhelming. Shock, anger, betrayal, sadness, relief. Those were emotions she was certain of, ones that she understood but ones that should never mix. The waves of emotions were stronger for a vampire and, even so, she was frozen, eyes wide with confusion. This wasn't possible. And, when he spoke, she wanted to laugh, because
he was seriously saying that
she died. What about him? She wanted to scream, because seeing him again was driving her insane. How was this fair? She wanted to run, because she didn't want to see him, but she couldn't move.
When she finally found her voice, the first thing that she could even muster up saying was, "I wasn't aware you even knew about my death." And, it was true. Damon had been so obsessed with Katherine that she hadn't expected him to be aware of anything. Did he even know how she had died? Did he know that she'd been sick for almost a month, plagued with some illness that had made it difficult to eat or move or even sleep? Even if he did know that, she was certain he didn't know that Pearl had taken pity on her and fed her blood so that she could heal, only to snap her neck so that she would turn. No, that story was only hers and Pearl's to tell. Had he even gone to her funeral? Had he even cared that she'd died? She almost snorted, finding it impossible to believe that Damon had known about her death at all. If nothing else, he had likely just assumed she died with the passage of time, like most humans.
"I don't think you're one to talk about somebody being dead. I heard about yours and your brother's deaths all the way from where I went to escape Mystic Falls." Her eyes were narrowed, almost suspicious. It was like she expected Katherine to walk up at any moment and proudly announce how she still had Damon wrapped around her finger, even as a vampire. Amelia was sure of that much. Katherine had seemed to love play things and the Salvatore brothers had seemed like her favorite play things at the time. There was the possibility of her getting bored, sure, but Amelia was doubtful of it. Shaking her head, she looked down so that she could brush herself off, because it was the only thing she could really do to try to buy herself time to think of proper things to say.
The problem was, she couldn't think of anything. With how overwhelmed she was by her emotions and the fact that she was still trying to process that Damon was right there, right in front of her, words couldn't properly form in her mind. It irritated her, because she wanted to let everything out that she'd had bottled up all this time, ever since she had been human, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She couldn't even think of all the things she'd had bottled up since then; all of those memories seemed to escape her in the moment and the only ones that seemed to stay for now were the moments where she had been happy with Damon. There'd been memories of the pair joking and teasing each other, from their childhood all the way up to before Katherine stole Damon's heart.
"It's not fair." It was the first thing she could manage to say, and she lifted her gaze to narrow her eyes at him, but they lacked the anger she wanted to feel. "Why did you have to be here? Why is it that, when I finally come back to Mystic Falls,
you're the first person I run into?" Why was she so unlucky? She should have stayed far, far away from Mystic Falls, like she'd been doing since 1864. If she'd stayed away, she wouldn't have to deal with all of this. She wouldn't have to face the inevitable pain that would come with seeing Damon again.
Klaus Mikaelson
At first, Klaus might have suspected nobody to be home. He couldn't hear much aside from music from within the house for a few moments, but he eventually heard movement once he concentrated hard enough. Upstairs, somebody had been moving around quite a bit. From outside, he could hear floorboards creak, though he doubted such a noise would even be heard by a human in the room, much less outside where he was. The movement stopped and so did the music and he supposed they might have finally heard him knocking. It was a bit relieving, because he wasn't the most patient person alive. Well, as live as a hybrid could be, anyways. That thought aside, he listened to the movement leave the room and enter what he assumed was a hallway. The movement then proceeded down the stairs, though it paused some time between the stairs and the hallway. When the door finally opened, though, he was greeted by a female and, though his smirk was present, there was no malice in his expression like there normally would be under other circumstances.
"Hello, love," he greeted with a small nod, watching the girl for a moment before he tilted his head. Could she help him? Well, he wasn't certain. Right now, he didn't need any help, but it always was nice to have a witch at his beck and call. But, of course, he knew that wasn't what she meant. He doubted she even knew what he was. For a moment, he might have believed she was aware, due to the hesitance in her voice and the fact that she didn't seem to dare breach past the doorway, but there was no fear in her eyes, no recognition, and no suspicion. It seemed that she was merely curious and he supposed that curiosity was well placed, considering a stranger was at her doorsteps. The issue was that, although he might be a stranger to her specifically, he was certainly no stranger to her family. But, of course, he couldn't divulge this information so soon. No, that would likely just cause issues he didn't want to deal with right now and he certainly didn't want to have to explain himself.
Instead, he focused on the girl, eying her for a moment. "Might you perhaps be a member of the Munroe family?" There,
that seemed as unsuspicious as he could possibly manage. "I'm a friend of the family, you see, and I owe them quite a debt, so I thought I'd stop by and check on them back in New Orleans. Except, I was then told that they had moved here to Mystic Falls. It wasn't difficult to find the supposed address, but I wouldn't want to speak to you about the debt I owe if you're not part of the Munroe family. That would just be absolutely outrageous." There was almost amusement in his voice, but, by looking at this girl, he was certain that she hailed from the Munroe clan of witches.
Her hair was dark and her eyes were bright and curious. From his past run-ins with Munroes, it seemed to be a common trait. But, there was clearly more to this girl than just dark hair and bright eyes. She was stunning, as were her ancestors, but there was something about her that even Klaus couldn't find words for. Considering his skill in weaving words together like art and music, the very thought that he couldn't find words that fit perfectly to describe this girl shocked him. Regardless, he maintained his composure, because there was no point in losing it merely because he couldn't find proper words. It wasn't as though he'd likely speak them aloud any time soon, anyways. For now, if he decided on the proper words, he'd keep them to himself; at least until he saw them fit to speak.
"I apologize, I've just realized how rude I am." His smirk curled into somewhat of a smile and he held his hand out to her, arching his brows. "I'm Niklaus Mikaelson, though Klaus seems to be a favorite nickname. Regardless of whether you're of the Munroe family or not, I couldn't possibly go without introducing myself." He eyed her for a moment, his eyes scanning over her features for any sign that she might recognize his name at all. Most witches knew it. Most supernatural beings in general knew it; his reputation was spread across the globe from his travels.