Klaus awoke in the middle of the night next to his beautiful blonde lover, Camille. He longed for this night for months; to finally feel her touch in the most romantic way possible. Never would he have thought that she could love him in such a passionate way, the way he had loved her since the moment he laid eyes on her. When he first saw her in Rousso's that sunny afternoon with Marcel he was immediately entranced by her angelic appearance, bodacious smile, and her quick wittedness. In this moment he understood why Marcel longed for her those few years ago.
But now, as he focused on her body which lay next to him he discovered something truly horrendous. She lay limp, covered in blood. Quickly he shot up from where he was lying to inspect further. Stricken with grief he began to panic. First he arose from the bed, pacing back and forth muttering curses and yelling to himself. This was soon followed with violent outbursts, throwing his fists at the walls, the mirror which hung above his cherrywood stained dresser, and throwing his fists down against the desk adjacent to the bed. Unable to contain his emotions, he pushed all of his papers off his desk, leaving the room a complete mess.
After he had calmed his rage down to a lesser degree—a mild, endless sobbing—he sat down on the bed again, pulling his beloved Camille into his lap. In his thousand years being on this earth, he never had to face such immense heartbreak, at least not since his brother Henrik died when he was just a mere boy. But they do say time heals all wounds. And Klaus has had tons of time to heal. However, this felt different for him. Cami was the first woman Klaus had ever loved with such complexity and emotion. She was different from any other girl he had ever loved; she was special to him beyond comprehension. He would risk his own life in order to protect hers, because after meeting Camille, Klaus finally began to understand the meaning of true love. True love was selfless and selflessness was exactly what Klaus had been missing from his life.
Just as Klaus was about to give up all hope and inform Elijah of the tragedy, Camille shot up from her resting position with an intense gasp that frightened him. Tears spilled out of his eyes, joyous of her survival. But after it had set in that she was in fact alive he realized what this meant. Cami was now in transition.
"You're alive, Camille." Klaus muttered, his breath almost taken away from him.
"Everything feels so intense right now," Cami commented. "The lights are bright, I can hear cars outside as if they're right here in this room. And my head... it feels like it's going to implode."
Klaus moved her so that she was sitting, propped up against the headboard of the bed. She placed her hands over her head as if doing so would stop her head from hurting.
"You're in transition, love," Klaus said matter-of-fact. "Everything is going to feel like that until you feed. Once you've completely transitioned your senses will balance out a bit more."
"That bitch..." Camille said. "Aurora did this. She fed me her blood and then compelled me to slit my throat while you were sleeping."
"And she will pay for this, I assure you. Anyone who dare hurt you shall suffer. But right now my concern is you. You need to feed, Camille. I'll fetch you a blood bag." Klaus' eyes grew cold, enraged that Aurora would even think to do something so vile. He knew she was crazy, but risking her life just out of sheer jealousy was low, even for her.
As Klaus went to stand up from the bed, Cami clutched his shoulder. He turned to look at her, making eye contact. He could see in her eyes what she was going to say before she even said it.
"Camille, you are completing this transition. End of discussion. I will not lose you for real this time."
He continued to walk towards the door, but Cami followed him this time. "This is not your decision, Klaus. This is mine. I never wanted to be a vampire, and right now while I'm faced with this predicament, I haven't changed my mind. I'm not feeding."
"You're not thinking straight right now, Camille. I will force the blood down your throat if it means keeping you alive."
Camille shook her head in strict disagreement, but continued to follow Klaus out into the hall anyway. This time they were greeted by Elijah who was just as shocked as Klaus was at Camille's appearance.
"Elijah, please talk some sense into her. She needs to feed or she will die."
"As true as that may be, Niklaus, it is her decision to make. If she does not wish to be a vampire, then you cannot force her to become one."
Klaus flung his arms up in the air in utter disapproval. The thought of losing Cami meant a lifetime of sadness. He already experienced a taste of grief only moments ago, he couldn't let his guard down like that again. Grief made him weak, and with the dilemma he currently faced with Aurora, Tristan and Lucien, he couldn't afford to let it happen either. He needed Cami to stay alive so that his sanity could remain intact until all threats were eliminated.
Cami smiled at Elijah for siding with her, but as she went to leave the room, Klaus stood in her way. She slapped him across his left cheek and he scowled back at her, with a small sense of fear lingering in his eyes this time. He felt vulnerable and at a loss. No matter what he said or did, he knew there was no convincing her. But that didn't mean he couldn't continue to try, if anything to save his pride. Klaus Mikaelson never gave up on anything. He simply continued trying until he did succeed.
"Niklaus, let her go," Elijah ordered. "I will restrain you if I have to."
Klaus hesitated for a moment and then stepped aside, watching as the love of his life walked out on him, heading further and further toward her death. He turned to his brother with his teeth gritted and anger fueling his gaze.
"When she dies, I'm holding you accountable," he spat and stormed out of the room, going back up to his bedroom to remove the blood soaked sheets from his bed, and to prepare his revenge scheme on Aurora.
