This is the first part of a 2-part Klamille Christmas drabble I have written for 24 Days of Klamille Christmas, a Christmas event on my blog on tumbr (fuckyeahklamille). It contains a lot of fluff and feels, you've been warned. The second part will be published in about 10 days.
Camille's Christmas
Part I – Snow in New Orleans
She was worried. Much more worried than she had wanted to be. She knew that she shouldn't be worried, that he couldn't get hurt, at least not in a way that could kill him—still, she was worried.
Cami had been worried the moment Klaus had told her that Elijah, Marcel, some of their vampires and himself would go off to look for Mikael. They still needed to find him. He was still out there somewhere, biding his time.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill Klaus once and for all.
Cami hadn't seen Klaus's father in months. She hadn't seen him ever since Mikael had abducted her to lure Klaus into a trap, to kill him. Cami didn't want to have to see him ever again, but after she had to watch Klaus dying the last time Mikael and he had faced each other, she couldn't deny that she was more than scared for Klaus's life.
Ever since Klaus had left to go after Mikael, flashes of Klaus falling to the ground, the White Oak Stake buried deep into his heart, looking at her passed through her mind all the time. She had thought, had been sure that she had lost Klaus, that she had lost him for good and that she couldn't do anything about it. That she couldn't do anything to help him, to save him.
She had looked each other in the eyes as he had laid there dying.
Camille's heart had broken into a thousand of pieces.
She knew that Klaus didn't have any other choice but to end this, to kill Mikael and make sure that he couldn't harm his family, the ones he cared about anymore. After having defeated his mother and having brought Rebekah and his daughter Hope home, Mikael was the only enemy left. The only enemy, the last demon Klaus had to face and destroy.
And even though all of them knew that there might always be enemies wanting to destroy him and his family, Cami knew that the Mikaelsons had never been as strong, as united as they were now. Hope had brought joy and happiness to all of their lives. Klaus's siblings—Rebekah, Elijah, even Kol, who had chosen to side with his brothers—protected this family as well as he did.
Klaus and Cami had been a couple for two months. It was complicated, it wasn't easy—because both of them weren't easy, they were tortured and broken, only now starting to heal piece by piece. But they were still happy. More than happy. Their journey had not been an easy one and Cami knew that this wasn't the end of their journy—
It was only the beginning.
But there had been something between them all along, almost right from the start. Both of them had felt it, and no matter how much of his cruelty, and hatred, and viciousness she had gotten to know, Cami had still not been able to shake that goodness she had seen in him just as much, just as clearly. If not even so much more than all of his bad. It was his goodness that had shown her who he truly was. It was his goodness that had made Cami not only care about Klaus, but fall in love with him.
Somewhere along the path of pain, torture and tragedy, Cami had fallen in love with him. She had believed in him despite him not believing in himself. And he had let her. He had not pushed her away like he'd had months ago, the night he had told her of Hope's death. He had lied about that, of course.
When Cami went down into the courtyard, she found Rebekah ordering people—servants, as Cami suspected—around. They were hanging up Christmas decorations everywhere. A large, at least 5-feet-tall Christmas tree was standing next to the stairs, though it hadn't been decorated yet.
"We will decorate the Christmas tree ourselves." Rebekah said, beaming at Cami who couldn't help but narrow her eyes at Klaus's sister in confusion. "Christmas is still three days away." she replied. "Don't you think that we shouldn't decorate when we don't even know whether Klaus and the others will return home safely?"
Rolling her eyes, Rebekah said, "Poppycock! Of course they will return home safely. I'm still a little mad at them for not taking me along, though." She rolled her eyes and it was obvious that she thought that her brothers would have needed her desperately on their mission to kill their father once and for all. "But I've even got a feeling that they will return home soon. They wouldn't want to miss Hope's first Christmas, now, would they? And I want everything to be perfect once Christmas Day arrives."
Cami didn't want to argue Rebekah on that and knowing that she might just be overreacting, she simply nodded and left Rebekah to observe the Christmas decorations and shout at the servants when something wasn't done the way she wanted it to be.
Although the compound was huge, it suddenly felt way too crowded and Cami craved to be out in the open, to be just by herself for a while, trying to fight off that feeling nagging at the back of her mind—that feeling that something might have happened, that Klaus might not return home as safely as Rebekah was so sure he would.
Walking past tourists and visitors of the French Quarter, Cami tried to distract herself by thinking about how Christmas with the Mikaelsons would turn out to be. Her last Christmas, she had spent with her uncle and Sean. But those were thoughts she rather wanted to push as far away from her as she could.
While Cami was walking through the French Quarter, it started snowing. She looked up at the sky in annoyance and pulled the sweater she was wearing more closely around herself, thinking about how she should have grabbed a warmer jacket before leaving.
"It doesn't snow too often in New Orleans but I've once heard that New Orleanians still wish for it to snow every year. Seems like their wish had been granted this year. Actually, there have been only seventeen times when it had snowed in a way that it would linger. The first time had been in 1853."
When Cami heard that voice, his voice, she turned around—shocked, amazed, surprised and disbelieving, all at once. Klaus was standing just a few feet away from her, wearing that smirk she both loved and hated the most about him on his face, his eyes locked on her.
"Klaus..." she breathed out his name, still not able to comprehend that he was actually here. That he was back. That he had returned home safely. Though, when she took a closer look at him, she realized that the collar of his shirt was smeared in blood—she didn't even want to imagine how much more blood-stained his body was underneath that leather jacket he was wearing.
"Klaus!"
This time, his name was almost a desperate and yet relieved cry on her lips and before Cami could stop herself, she ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body as tightly as she could to his. She felt his arms wrapping around her waist, him pulling her even closer into their embrace.
Cami remembered the first couple of times they'd embraced, how he would always stiffen a little in her arms every time before his body would ease and he would take her in his arms as well. Though with each time Cami had hugged Klaus, his body would stiffen less until that one time his body wouldn't stiff at all. When he would just put his arms around her and hold her as tightly as she wanted him to hold her.
"I was so worried about you." she whispered, her lips close to his ear.
"There was no reason to be worried about me, love. I was not in any danger."
"You were trying to kill Mikael! Of course I was going to be worried, Klaus, and since I haven't heard anything from you for days, I was even more worried. Rebekah kept saying that all of you were just fine and that...-"
"So you had been worried about my brother and Marcel as well?" he asked her, the smirk on his face only widening as he was teasing her.
"Oh, shut the hell up." Cami said, half-annoyed, half-amused before Klaus pulled her just a little closer to kiss her.
They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, their arms wrapped around each other tightly enough so that they would never have to let go of each other. They were kissing passionately, only breaking away a few inches every once in a while to catch a breath, while those small snow flakes were pouring down on them, each one unique and melting at the touch of their skin.
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As it turned out, they hadn't managed to kill Mikael. They were in possession of the White Oak Stake but they hadn't managed to kill him since Mikael had fled when he had realized that he was desperately outnumbered.
He was still running around freely, threatening the lives of Klaus and everyone he cared about.
Cami tried not to think too much of that since she didn't want Klaus to worry too much, though she knew that he was worried for the lives of his loved ones more than enough already. They were sitting on their bed in their room—the one they were sharing, Cami still had her own apartment but she spent almost all of her time at the Compound now—while Cami was washing off the blood of his skin.
She had made him pull his shirt off when he had entered their room, washing the blood off of his skin with a sponge tenderly. Cami needed to wash the blood off herself. She needed to know that he was okay, that he wasn't hurt. That she hadn't lost him. So she washed the blood off of him because this way, she could examine his body, she could convince herself that he was fine. No matter how irrational her fears might be since Klaus was a 1000-years-old Hybrid who could only get killed by the force of one single weapon, a creature whose wounds healed on its own, she still needed to know for herself that he was not hurt.
Klaus knew that, so he didn't tease her, he didn't say anything, he had just pulled his shirt off when she had asked him to and let her wash off the blood.
"Rebekah seems to have transformed the courtyard into a... Winter Wonderland." he said and Cami couldn't help but smile at the sound of those two words on his lips. "Yes, she has. She seems to be in her Christmas spirit, decorating everything and planning the perfect holidays for all of us. Your sister is very excited because it's Hope's first Christmas."
"I've went to see her. She was asleep." Klaus told her then, the look on his face always becoming a little more tender, his expression always softening when he was talking about his daughter. "This family hasn't celebrated Christmas in a very long time." he added and the expression on his face darkened a little. Cami didn't ask—she knew that Klaus and his siblings had probably been in way too dark places to even think about celebrating something like Christmas together.
That maybe his siblings had even been laying in their coffins, a dagger buried inside their hearts, and that Klaus had rather spent the holidays alone than with his family. "I am not too fond of it but Rebekah is right. It is a time for family, a time families should spend together. And it is Hope's very first Christmas. We should make it as special for her as we can."
"Even if she will most probably sleep through most of it?"
A smile appeared on his lips yet again, making Cami happy—she always felt happiest when she saw him smile, when she saw him happy, because she knew that he was too broken, too tortured to feel accustomed to being happy. "Yes, even if she will most probably sleep through most of the festivities."
When she had washed off the last stain of blood off his pale skin, they looked at each other for a long moment, her hand lingering on his bare chest. Klaus closed in on her then, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her—not as passionately as he had before outside in the snow, but gentle and sweet. Cami closed her eyes for a long moment, enjoying the touch of his lips against hers, feeling warmth and happiness pulsing through her veins, her very being.
"I'm sure that you and your family will spend a wonderful Christmas together." Cami said when he let go of her, looking at him. "You deserve to have some good times together after everything you guys have been through." Klaus frowned at her, before replying, "What makes you think that you are not going to be part of this?"
Cami couldn't quite hide the fact that she was taken aback by his question. "Well, your family is going to spend the holidays together, right? I wouldn't want to disturb you."
Klaus took a deep breath before he took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "But why would you disturb us? You're as much part of this family as any of us is, Camille. I want you to stay here for the holidays. I want to spend them with you."
She smiled at him, unable to say anything for a long moment because she felt too touched to say anything. "Then I have no choice but to stay for the holidays, I guess."
Kissing her once more before getting up to grab himself a new shirt, he said, "Besides, I don't think that I could bear my sister's Christmas spirits by myself. What would you have done over the holidays all alone anyway?"
Cami thought about his questions for a moment in silence. "I don't know. I think I wouldn't have done anything. Last Christmas, I was with my uncle and Sean. But this year... There's no family to spend the holidays with."
Klaus watched her thoughtfully before he went back over to her, sitting down next to her on the bed and placing a hand against her cheek. "You have a family to spend them with now." he said softly. Cami couldn't help but smile.
When they kissed this time, they lost themselves in that moment, knowing that there was nothing more important right now than to feel their lips against each other's after not having been able to for days.
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