A/N: Hello there!

Another Klamille story. Just an random idea that popped into my mind when I was going through my quotes collection. I read this and I was like this is totally fit for Klamille.

Hope you liked it!

Self Promotion: If you like Klamille go check out my other Klamille fics: "The Dungeon and The Spark" and "Thought that I could make it right" and "The Perfect Afternoon" and "Dear God"

Enjoy!

"I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours."

-Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

Camille O'Connell's house was in an eerie silence, not even a leaf was moving, no sound of anyone talking, not even the sound of breathing passed in through the house. Though the house was not empty.

In the master bedroom, Camille was lying on the bed unconscious, as the thousand year old Hybrid sat by her side, with her cold hand secured in between his big warm ones. His gaze held all the thing he wanted to say.

How sorry he was - for not being able to rescue her early, for everything she had to endure just because he had taken his psyco-first-love's brother captive, for not knowing when Lucien had held her prisoner and psychologically tortured her into giving him the weapon, for not reaching to extricate her before Aurora got her claws into Camille.

Niklaus had managed to get Camille out of Aurora's clasp, but not before Camille had been forced to spend a few hours with that maniac. And who know what she did in that time.

When Klaus found Camille, she was unconscious and had blood covering a large portion of her body. There were vampire bites on her neck, and those bites were gushing blood all over the place.

In that moment Klaus had really feared for Camille's life. What if she had lost too much blood? That thought kept running through his mind on a constant loop.

Nik had wanted to get possession of Camille's body and leave, so that he can tend to her inside the safety of her home. But he had not been able to do that as ah also had to procure the location of his sister's water-grave's whereabouts.

Aurora too hadn't been keen on letting him leave.

Though, thankfully, Freya and Elijah had reached the spot soon after and had gained control over Aurora. Only then had he left.

After he had carried Camille to her house, he had quickly fed her some of his blood. The blood did heal the wounds, but Camille was still torpid.

That is why he was staying here, looking over her, waiting - longing - for her to wake up.

He knew he wouldn't forgive himself is something were to happen to his human girl that lied in front of him.

Niklaus Mikaelson might have lived thousands of years, and may still live thousands more, but if Camille didn't wake up today, he will never pardon himself.

After what seemed like an eternity, Camille finally woke up. Her eyelids felling heavy as she tried to open them, her head hurting like crazy and she had a weird felling that someone was holding her hand.

When Camille opened her eyes, that first thing she saw was a pair of bluish-green eyes. She instantly knew whose eyes they were. She wanted to asked him what was he doing here? What was she doing here? Hadn't some crazy chick named Aurora kidnapped her? How did she escaped?

There were infinite numbers of question running through her mind, though she couldn't open her mouth to ask him all those.

It was like her eyes were sucking her in. Like they did everytime they made eye-contact.

Camille had always believed Klaus' eyes were one of his features that gave away whatever he was felling. And what Camille saw in then, right at that moment was worry and care. Just staring into those beautiful eyes, she could tell that he was going out of his mind just moments before she had opened her eyes.

"I am fine." Camille spoke, her voice coming out a bit hoarse.

Klaus gazed into her eyes for a bit more before he broke the eye contact to look at the other side. Camille tried to sit up, and Klaus help her.

She didn't have any major injuries and most of her blood had been regenerated, but Camille still felt sore and powerless.

"Camille..." Klaus choked, his eyes glistering,"I failed to protect you. I am...sorry." Then he turned his face away, ashamed.

"Hey," Camille placed her hand on her chin and turned his face toward herself,"You saved me. I am here and I am alive, no?" She gave in a tentative smile.

Klaus knew she was fine, though he felt guilty for all that she had to go through with.

At that moment Klaus made his mind that he would never leave her unprotected ever again. She would never have to go through with such cruelness ever. He will make sure of that.

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