The lights dimmed and the pavements were still wet from last night's rain, it seemed that even after a night there were black bellied clouds swirling in the sky promising a thunder storm. Camille O' Connell walked through the pavements reaching the empty Rousseau's bar finally to close up after a day's distress , however, she was not alone.

Accompanying with her was a handsome stranger. Jeff, was his name? She couldn't quite remember. Jeff was talking about his job (which she felt guilty for not remembering what it was, banking wasn't it?) and how it sometimes comes in the way of his spending time with his family. On and on he went while Cami stared at the wet pavements. When they finally reached the bar Cami turned to him and said,

'Well that was nice. I had a good time.'

'I did too Camile' he said his voice getting strangely husky.

'Uhh, just Cami,'

'Why not Camille? I like the name...' he said taking a step closer to her as she took one step back.

'Yeah i had a really good time and i will call you, okay? Right now i gotta close up and get some sleep.'

He took the hint and backed off, the smile that formerly graced his lips now fading.

'alright then, good night Camille,'

'Good night,' she said offering him a small smile. She didn't want to be rude. But today she realized she wasn't still ready to get back out there. A crooked smile with a stubble crossed her mind and she shook her head as though she could get out of her reverie by just doing so. If she could she would have done that a long time ago, so he wouldn't pervade her senses and invade her dreams and show up in her mind when she least expected him to.

Camille O'Connell was merely a curious scholar. That's just how she was. She extracted information and found out the about things that interested her. And he was interesting to say the least. There was no dwelling on it anymore. What had happened had happened.

She only just stepped into the bar when she heard the oh so familiar voice which set her on edge and had her heart thudding loudly against her chest.

'Having a lovely night, are we?'

She thought the voice no longer affected her much. Maybe she was just having goose bumps all over her body for no particular reason. Maybe she felt her heart beat was accelerating just randomly. She had tried to forget about him. His stubbled chin, his raspy British accented voice, the way he used to say her name. She found that she never forgot it, it was still the same as it used to be.

The way he called her made her like her stupid name.

And there he was, legs resting on the bar table while sitting on a chair next to it, looking like the most graceful man who had conquered the world. The thought struck her that he was a king. The same poise and grace and beauty in a man that could be the king of New Orleans; although with a twisted thought that invaded her mind she realized that a king was destined to have a queen and painful realization dawned on her that she was not one nor would she ever be.

'What're you doing here, Klaus?' she relented knowing she could not avoid him like she usually did.

'It's been a long time love, is that all you say to me after two months of not seeing me?'

'I haven't seen you in a long time.' She said, the obvious fact striking her odd.

'I would've liked to speak with you Cami, although you chose to become temporarily deaf every time I tried to talk to you,' he said a hint of amusement in his eyes. Yet there was darkness lying underneath that humour , which he deliberately hid from her.

'What do you want?' said Cami, she was tired and drowsy and she could not deal with this right now

He raised his eyebrows in mocking disbelief. 'I wanted to see you. However it seems though you had your evening planned out,' he implied.

'And what's that supposed to mean?' Lips quivering as she anticipated the awaited answer she wanted to hear.

A small, tiny part of her wanted to know if he was anything close to jealous.

'Although it didn't quite look like you were enjoying yourself,' he smiled a crooked smile.

'My private life is none of anyone's business,' she said, months of anger finally boiling to the surface.

'Didn't even give him a good night kiss? Harsh,' he said mockingly making a saddened face.

'I'm gonna close up now you should leave, what are you doing here anyway?,' she said giving up because she knew he was just here to complicate her life even more.

'I'm doing nothing except for prying a little, love.'

'You should leave Klaus, I have nothing left to say,'

'Oh but i have much to ask sweetheart,' he said, voice taking a deep, gravelly quality.

'What do you wanna know?

'You have been deemed to ignore me recently. I want to know why,'

That was a simple question. Yet she couldn't bring herself to answer it. Why was she avoiding him?

Two months ago right where they were in the bar, he had been standing close to her,

I would have found you.

Heart beat accelerating she found herself leaning in and the way he looked at her with those blue-green eyes it made her feel like he reciprocated everything she felt for him. She held her breath anticipating what was to come but it never did. Almost as soon as it happened, it stopped and he whooshed out of her sight within a fraction of a second leaving her frazzled.

That night she went home and mulled all the things together in her head. What would happen anyways? Was she thinking that he could fall in love? And what kind of a future would they have? She'd live but one day she would die and he would keep living for more and more centuries to come. Forever in the grace and beauty of a body that does not age. There was no future. She would never be like him and she didn't want to. What was she thinking? He was right to have whooshed out of there. There could never be anything.

'I've been busy, working and taking shifts of other people-

'And being courted by suitors I presume,' he finished with a crooked smile that didn't reach his eyes. It was one of those smiles that were lethal and were often the last thing his victims saw before the light left their eyes.

She didn't like it when he smiled like that.