A/N: Hello everyone!

This if my first Kamille fic. I really love them and root for them since this very episode and believe that they will get together one day. We just have to wait.

This is my analysis on their first conversation. Hope you all like it!

Enjoy!


Klaus was out on the streets of New Orleans, looking for a way to distract himself. Just in the past few hours his life had been turned upside down. He found out he had gotten a werewolf girl pregnant after a drunken one night-stand. He just bite one of Marcel's inner circle's guy. And he was still furious at Elijah for taking the side of the witches who were trying to manipulate him.

He navigated through crowds of people and stopped to see a band of musicians and not far off from there, he noticed a man painting on a large canvas. When he moved his head, he saw the girl he had just see at the bar earlier. The brave bartender.

The blonde stood there, away from the crowd, alone in the dark. She was staring at the painting, her psychology major forcing her to evaluate the person who was painting. She always believed that painting was a painter's way to express what he was feeling.

Klaus thought about just going on his way, but then he looked at the bartender again and changed his mind. He walked forward till he was standing beside her.

Camille was so immensely into the painting she didn't noticed anything around her, yet after sometime she sensed that there was someone standing beside her, so she turned her head to find who he was. She found the handsome, smart guy she had just seen at the bar earlier. Camille had many costumers on daily basis, but he stood out of them somehow. There was something about him that didn't let her forget him. Even if they shared only two sentences.

"The hundred dollar guy." She acknowledged his presence, with a smile on her face and then turned to look at the painting again,"The brave bartender." Klaus greeted her, smiling. There was something about the girl that triggered something in Klaus. She was brave and also good natured,"Camille." He said looking at her name tag,"That's a French name." He stated. Means she is from here only, maybe. She may stick a while. His mind processed.

"It's a grandma's name." Camille replied. She hated that name. Because of that name drunk men at the bar keep hitting of her in French,"Call me Cami. Amazing, isn't he?" She asked as she turned her attention back to the painter.

They observed the painter once more, both for different reason. Klaus because he, too, was a painter and he always respected new talents. And Camille because she believed that a painter paints what he felt. And also she thought there was something sad about the painting he was making and she get attracted to pain, always wanting to end it.

"Do you paint?" Klaus asked, trying to make conversation, wanting to know more about her.

"No, but I admire." Camille answered and Klaus smiled at her answer. He didn't know what was it about this girl, but just sharing a few words with her seem to make his mood better that it was before,"Every artist has a story, you know." She told him. What would she think about my paintings? He thought to himself.

"And what do you suppose his story is?" He questioned her, genuinely interested.

"He's..." Camille fought for right word to describe what she thought. No one has ever shown interest in her psychology talk, and now he had, she wanted to give him her best,"Angry. Dark. Doesn't feel safe and doesn't know what to do about it." Klaus was finding this girl more and more talented by each passing moment. She was not only brave but also wise and smart. She could see what every normal person couldn't, understand things better that anyone of her age,"He wishes he could control his demons instead of having his demons control him. He's lost. Alone." Camille finished.

Hearing Camille express her views on what she thought about the guy, made Klaus think she was talking about him. Klaus' eyes were glistening, he tore his eyes away from the painter, pushing back the small amount of water that was in his eyes, and smiled ruefully to himself.

Camille sensed the change in atmosphere and decided to lighten the mood. He asked her opinion but that doesn't mean she has to talk all depressive with him,"Or maybe he just drank too much tonight. Sorry. Overzealous Psych major." She apologised.

"No." Klaus whispered, shaking his head,"I think you were probably right the first time." He finished softly, with a slight smile on his face. Camille returned the smile and then glances back at the painting.

"So, do you-" Camille started as she turned her head to find nothing but air where he was just standing. She looked around but the handsome guy was gone,"-paint?" She finished in thin air. Her eyes looking around for him.

Klaus walked down a deserted street, wanting to be alone for sometime. What Camille had said really got to him. It was like she was describing him. Alone, dark, angry, all those words suited him perfectly. He wished that he could control his demon, anger and stubbornness, instead of having them control him.

It felt like if Klaus spent more time with Camille, she might break him, read him, and he couldn't have that. That is why he speed away from her. Away for her free spirited soul, alone in the dark.


A/N: So, how was it? You liked it? Hated it? Review! Share your thought! I'd love to hear them!

Next Update: The scene from TO S01E02, where Klaus compels Camille to give Marcel a chance.