Author's Note

Disclaimer: This is amateur work generated by a fan of CW's The Originals. The characters, settings and possible following of the show's storylines are not that of the Fanfiction's Author, but the true owner Julie Plec, to whom all respect is given with my use of her content. I make now my intentions clear, I OWN NOTHING.

This is my imaginative continuation of The Originals' S02EP08.

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Camille's POV

"Damn it, what am I even doing?"

I looked up to the ceiling asking myself as I stood over Vincent's coffin, bottle water in my hands. Klaus had him locked up in that coffin for quite a number of days, I may be pissed but I still had a heart. I felt sorry for the guy, but truth be told he did deserve it. My eyes diverted downward to his confinement once again, such a prison.

However, for as long I've known Finn, or Vincent – whoever he is, I realized that even the mahogany colours and intricate designs of the box screamed Vincent – ugh, Finn – whichever one he is.

Sighing, I lightly shake the confusion out my head.

"Here goes nothing." I whisper, opening the lid.

"Camille!" He rasped. His eyes looked strained. Tired. He looked tired, but I didn't care. I was pissed off by just looking at him.

"Get up!" I commanded sharply. Boring bullets through his skull with my eyes I tugged at my uncle Kieran's shackles on his hands. I looked him hard in the eyes, refusing to back down! I wanted him to see just how upset I am. He tricked me, so I could be used as a spirit vessel for his sister!

"You know you have some nerve. Using me like that." I said looking towards the only entrance and exit to the room.

My escape….

Feeling eyes on me I turned back to him.

"You're already in it Cami-"

"- It's Camille to you." My hands squeezed the bottle water not realizing I still held it in my hands. It made a crackling sound, causing both our eyes to cast downward. Only then did I realize that he was now getting up, eyeing the water. I'd take pleasure in the fact that I held the quench to his thirst in my hands – oh – he could wait for it a little longer.

"Alright," The sound of his voice distracted me then, reverting my attention unfortunately back to him.

"Alright" He spoke again, his head nodding a little like he was speaking to a child, reassuring me he won't do it again.

"…Camille." He continued, eyes flicking from me to the bottle water, and then to me again.

"You were already involved, even before I entered your life. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that." A smile slightly graced his face, he never smirked. I noticed that, he just… smiled.

"Associating with Niklaus." He scuffs, waving his hand in the air, further exaggerating his point. His voice was an octave higher and his eyes looked me up and down. Vincent Griffith sees red, who would have thought.

"Disappointing, truly."

"No, stop. You don't get to judge me!" I flew up to his face pointing my fingers at his nose. "I have a freaking spinal cord of ancient bumps down my back because of you! YOU! So if it's anyone-" My voice became savage – "to be judged, it's yo-"

"Judge you? Judge you! You look at that door as though it's your escape!" His eyes widened as he screamed at me, making me jump slightly, mouth agape. I've never heard him speak like that before, especially to me. I won't lie… it scared me, my heart was racing.

"Open your eyes Camille." He spat. "Look around." He raised both arms doing a 180 degree turn in the process.

"All roads lead to hell. I'd suggest you join the ride, but despite what you think, - believe it or not – you're already finding comfort in a seat."

"Well." I cleared my throat and folded my arms. "Look at you macho man."

I chuckled unhumoured.

"You think you got me all figured out, don't you?" Sarcastic smile on my face and all. I was scared. I was scared by the fact that maybe he did know me and well too, might I add.

"You think you know me, but you don't as cliché as that may sound to you, but Finn you mark my words. You came after me, your mother came after me and she threatened my being. She laid her hands on me, and like a coward bitch she wiped my memory of it. When I get better, I don't care if she's a powerful witch."

I stepped further in his face, murderous glare and all.

"She's gonna regret ever laying her eyes on me." Pausing, I looked into his eyes. Those brown orbs. We stayed like that for what seemed like years.

"Here." I wavered, shoving the water into his chest. His body moved back slightly.

"I hope you choke on it you bastard."

Walking off I purposefully swayed my hips having had the extra boost of confidence knowing I'm the one who left the conversation hanging in the air.

I smiled at that.

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Finn's POV

Unscrewing the bottle cap, I chuckled to myself and proclaiming it loud enough for her to hear because I wanted her to know that she was Camille: the Brave Human Bartender.

"Always the fighter." I reminisced, turning my back to her retreating form gulping some water as I heard her heels click to a stop.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that you're perfect?" I whispered, turning my face just enough so that I can see her.

But she rejected me, watched me hard and then left.