She doesn't wake up with a smile and cheer for the holidays like she would have in years past. She wakes in a cold sweat and a rapid beating heart inside of the Mikaelson's spare room. It's decorated in holiday cheer. White lights decorated the door frame to the balcony. Holiday stockings nailed to the wall. A miniature tree standing tall in the far corner with decorations of bells and ribbons. And not to mention the the colors of her holiday theme bedspread.
But the cheerful room does nothing to stop the frantic beating of her heart. Or the paranoid looks she gives around her temporary room. Or the anxiety that rushes into her system. She feels lost and scared, the nightmares of Luicen and Aurora taking their toll on her body. She doesn't registered the room right away. She remembers knives thrown at her feel of Aurora's teeth in the side of her neck. The panic of having to fight transitional vampires by herself with a broken broomstick. The shaking of her hands after she had to stake one with the broomstick.
She usually pushes the weeks event into the back of her mind with one positive thought to move forward on. Along with a beer or wine glass to take the edge off. Since her stay at Mikaelson's she's in no short supply of alcohol. But it's much too early to drink. She pulls herself together with deep breathes and a remembrance of who she is and whats shes doing.
She starts with her name. Where's she's at is next and a positive thought follows. She makes it out of bed on shaky legs when she has calmed down enough. She walks towards the en suite bathroom to start on her morning routine.
When she is finish she makes her way to the courtyard. She stops at the balcony of the staircase to see the designers decorating the courtyard. They decorate in lavish color theme items and a tree so big, she sure it's made in a lab somewhere. She takes a deep breathe before the heels of her boots hit the stone stairs.
It's the holidays she reminds herself. Her second without Kieran. Her third without Sean. She spending it with the Mikaelsons. A temperamental vampire family whose traditions surprisingly aren't all that different from hers. Minus the blood drinking and the occasional screaming match they remind her of her family. Except there seems to be an actual love aura around them. Unlike when the O'Connells use to celebrate the holidays.
It's a lot to take in from last year. Her brother and Uncle are gone. She doesn't talk to either of her parents. She's been alone in this city since the death of her uncle. Well she can't exactly say that. Not with Klaus being in her life. He's been there for her more times than she can count on her fingers.
She takes a seat in front of the sparking tree, to admire it and to stay out of her mind. She distracts herself with pretty things such as the bright tree and the holiday theme items. And food, like croissants with strawberries on the side and orange juice for breakfast.
When the maid takes away her plate, her eyes fall to the pretty woman standing in front of her. The woman squeezes her bloody hand into a glass cup with a smile. She watches the woman for moments before her curiosity gets the better of her.
"So do they like pay you?"
She should have called, Klaus was right about that. But from what Vincent told her he wouldn't have answered. She thanks her lucky stars that she showed up when she did. Because if she hadn't, if Klaus hasn't showed up when he did. Cami was sure she would be attending Detective Kinney's funeral soon. If it hadn't been for Klaus's wiliness to help the Detective, his brains would have been on the walls. She tries not to have that visual in mind as she pulls on her coat. She leaves Will in his bedroom. He's packing and she figured he could use some alone time. She meets Klaus in the hallway separating the living room from the kitchen.
"Klaus, what you did for-"
"-It was nothing."
Her hands besiege around his face faster than she realizes. The words are out of her mouth before she can comprehend them, but she doesn't take them back. Because he needs to know. He needs to know that what he just did-saving the detective- should not be push under the rug. He needs to know how proud of him she is.
"It was NOT nothing." She declares, eyes bright and full of joy. She stares into his eyes, hoping he understands what did for Will and how much it meant to her that he did it.
If it hadn't been for the phone call, she was seventy five percent sure, she was going to kiss him. To show how appreciative she was of him. And maybe it had been the best thing. Because Cami was sure once she started she wasn't going to want to stop. And making out inside of home of a man who just tried to kill himself, probably wasn't the best thing.
He takes the call outside. All she hears is the sound of his oldest brother name, before the front door closes. She stands in that spot for moment, trying to calm down her racing heart, before she goes to catch up on Will. She tries to help him pack, but she doesn't get far, before Klaus storms back into the house. He says they have to leave and before she can ask what happen he turns and walks away. She follows after him, tying the knot into the coat. He tells her of what happen to Rebekah and how Luicen has the cure to stop the curse.
She tries to stay, just to make sure Will would be alright. Just to make sure Klaus's compulsion did work. But he would not hear of it. He says he can't worry about her and try to save his sisters at the same time. A feeling of mirth runs through her system, before she nods in understanding and they are off.
She doesn't take a step inside of Luicen's loft. Too many fresh memories of a torture Will flashing in her mind. She stands outside of the door, with the door open, more for Klaus then her. She doesn't need to see inside, her memories tell of that loft vividly.
It doesn't take long to get what they came for. Luicen hands Klaus the cure in a black square box at the door. And gives Cami a wave of goodbye and winks when Klaus's back turned. She tries to keep the bile in her throat and her emotions in check as she rides the elevator down.
She sticks close to Klaus on the ride down. She loathes enclosed spaces now.
When they get to the compound, Rebekah is attacking Hayley. Klaus grabs her arm and pulls it out of Hayley's body before Rebekah can pull out Hayley's heart.
Rebekah makes a jab at Cami, but thanks to her quick enough speed or Klaus's strength she doesn't land one on her. But she does talk about Klaus putting her inside of a glass case. She hands Hayley the black box and tells her to get it to Freya, before she escapes somewhere safe.
It's later in the evening, the screaming has stop and the family can finally enjoy the holidays. Cami wears a purple dress that has thin straps and stops just above her knees. She has a cropped cardigan that matches the dress on her shoulders. Open toed boots adore her feet and she's styled her hair in a formal updo. She has on light makeup but when Klaus first sees her, he makes her skin hot and he hasn't opened up his mouth to say a word.
During the night, the Mikaelsons teaches their guest of their traditions. And ones that they have made up and the universe decide to copy and make it their own. They eat dinner together and sit around the bonfire and tells stories of their travels.
It's after Rebekah has said her goodbyes and he Klaus has put Hope to sleep, does he come and find her. She's not exactly waiting for him as she is admiring the compound. But she welcomes his company all the same. In fact, she can't remember when she hasn't welcomed his company. Even when she was mad at him and he was stealing time away from her. A piece of her always welcomed him. She finds it strange how that works.
They tease each other for a moment. He wants to know her thoughts, and although she had a lot of things running through her mind. He had been the most recent. She tells him that and his reaction almost makes her smirk. He seems surprised, but she's not sure why.
She asks him if Rebekah was right. If he saw her as some fragile thing that couldn't protect herself. She asks why he help the detective today when he doesn't mean a thing to him.
His response makes her pulse beat fast. And she's sure he can hear it loud and clear. But she can't bring herself to care. She can only just bring herself to ask him a question.
"What do you wish?" Her voice just above a whisper.
But he hears her and he grants her one of her wishes. A wish she's been having for quite sometime. A wish she didn't want to admit to herself that she wanted. But now that she has gotten that wish. She can't imagine why she hadn't wished harder for it.
His kiss tastes of longing, wonder, and all her favorite things in one. She can't help but moan when she adjusts their positions. Her hands frame around his face, before they land on his shoulder. His hands land on her waist, turning her body into his more as they sway into their kiss.
It breaks with a smile, a chuckle and her leading him by the hand to the nearest bedroom.
Her pulse races when he closes the door and it's just the two of them. His eyes on her as she lowers herself towards the bed. His hand still lingering in space where her face was moments ago. Her legs raises up to glide against the leather of his pants.
She scoots back on the bed, eyes never breaking from his hungry stare, as he climbs between her legs. The skirt of her dress raises up as his hands slide against the smoothness of her thighs. Her hands come around his neck, fingers grabbing onto the curls in his hair when their mouths connect.
He peels her cropped cardigan off when she's sitting between his legs sometime later. His fingers trace the skin that was cover, slow and sensuous. As if he's trying to commit the feeling of her skin to memory. She is sure he can feel the goosebumps his touch leaves on her skin. She can't help but stare at him while he does it. An intense emotion of love mix in with lust and wonderment of how she got here. How she got to be here with him and be this damn happy sets in. She hasn't thought so much joy could return to her life after the death of her family.
But she had been wrong. She had been so wrong.
Cami had never been so happy to be so wrong.
They fall asleep in each other arms, with warm smiles and sparkling eyes.
She wakes sometime later with a thought inside of her head. A mantra of:
When you are at your happiness with him, I want you to take this blade and cut your throat. Don't make a sound, dear sweet Cami. I want Nik to remember this.
Confusion takes over her features, but she can not stop herself from doing this. She finds the blade that she has hidden and proceeds to cut her throat. Not making a sound like the instructions say.
She doesn't remember much after that, only the look of peace on Klaus's sleeping form. She keeps her eyes on him until her eyes are too heavy to keep open.
She wakes with a thirst so deep it makes her veins ache.
Flashing memories of a heinous red haired woman with a bitter smile rushes to the forefront of her mind.
"When you are at your happiness with him. I want you to take this blade and cut your throat. Oh don't look at me like that Cami. You should be thanking me, you useless woman. Now you and Nik can be together forever. Isn't that what you want? To be together forever?"
She remembers picking up the blade and cutting her own throat. She remembers seeing Klaus's sleeping form before the last of her breath left her. And then darkness washed over her.
She moves her hands towards her neck, expecting a deep cut across her neck or blood on her fingers. But she doesn't find the cut and confusion comes over her features.
She can't tell if there is blood on her fingers, it's to dark to see anything. She rubs her thumb and fore finger together, but she doesn't feel anything on her fingertips. She doesn't understand.
She not only remembers picking up the blade and slicing her neck. But she remembers the pain-the physical and the emotional - she felt.
She was without a doubt dead. And yet, here she was forming these thoughts and expressing these emotions.
She lies there for a moment and breathes. Her thoughts reconnecting with one another. She knows how shes gotten here. Klaus had warned her on many occasions about the demons that haunt him. The demons that take away everything he finds beautiful in this world. She remembers them staying away from each other as long as they could before they found their way back.
Aurora had been the new demon that entered their lives. And she had been the demon that had ended her life.
She's not scared, although she should be. She should be fucking terrified. But she saw this coming, everyone saw this coming, so she has no reason to be surprise. She just wonders what took so long.
She's just pissed beyond all reason. All she had done was love a man. Love a man more than she has loved anyone else before. And this is where it has got her. Inside a dark box as a transitional vampire whose thirst is taking away more and more of her free will to think.
She never wanted to become a vampire. She thought about what it would be like maybe once or twice. But becoming one was never something Cami wanted to check off her bucket list. She was fine with being the human token inside of a supernatural world.
Hell she preferred it, then this sickening hunger of another human's blood.
She would have with great pleasure liked to stay inside of her dark box. She would have given anything to miss the opportunity to not complete the transition. To not have to drink blood for the rest of her life. To not have outlive her friends.
Yet, the demon with a face of an angel smashed her vampire suicide to shambles when she open up Cami's box.
She stands over her now, with a smirk and eyes dancing in merriment.
"Hello, sweet Cami. Sleep well?" she asks, although she is not looking for an answer. And Cami doesn't give her one.
"Oh, not a morning person eh? Well that's alright. I got you something to cheer you up." She continues on, before disappearing from Cami sight for a moment.
She returns shortly after with an innocent smirk that soon turns mischievous.
"Hungry?" She asks as she places the neck of Davina close to Cami's mouth.
Her veins burn.