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.
PLEASE NOTE: I'm from the Caribbean, Trinidad and Tobago to be exact, a former member of the British Colony. So, if any of you find my spelling weird (z and not s, u after o in words that end in "or" etc), it's correct.
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Camille's POV
RING!
"Ugh." Groggily sticking my hands from the bedcovers I grab at the alarm clock. I swore it was alarming, however it wasn't.
Confused I poke my head out to stare at it. RING! What is that? RING! I pushed myself up into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes in hopes of seeing better, not bothering to turn on the lamp. Geez, what was light invented for then. I looked to my other bedside table to see it was my phone, groaning I reached over to answer it, sneaking a peek at the time.
6:15AM. What the hell… Klaus.
Answering, I sighed. "… Klaus, you do know it's 6:15 right?" I questioned him, "A.M." Clear skepticism in my voice.
"Camille." Something is wrong. In fact, he barely says Camille.
Oh.
"I believe there are more pressing matters up for conversation." He mentioned.
Silence. What?
"Well, for starters you've been a naughty girl. Lurking around the compound … opening boxes, caskets – coffins containing possessed witches – to be precise. Fancy telling me why?"
Vincent.
"Klaus." I stated his name but somehow it came out like a confused question, my tone indicating my desperate search for a plausible excuse. Rubbing my temple with my free hand I sighed.
"I'm sorry… I just…" I stuttered. My mind as well is uncertain as to why I even did that.
"You plant seeds of kindness everywhere Cami, some may see it as weakness." He reflected solemnly, kindly.
"But one day they will bloom in the hearts of all those that you've touched. But he's dangerous Camille." There goes that serious tone again and how ironic, danger itself telling me what's dangerous.
"I felt sorry for him you know? I just thought a bottle of water would do no harm, but then I looked at him, and I … I … I just-"
"Snapped, I know love." He finished.
"I didn't mean to leave him there for you to see, I should have told you."
"Yes, imagine my surprise of finding him in the hype of desperate escape. But I always have a Plan B-" He chuckled darkly "- I've had a witch spell the room specifically for him, he can't leave unless I want him to."
I had enough of this topic, I barely slept last night, and Vincent's words had an effect on me. Why deny it? He was right; all roads do lead to hell. It never ends the lies, the war, and the hatred. It never ends! I do want to escape, but I'm not exactly running. I'm not fine.
"How are you?" Realizing my lack of attempt to respond, he questioned. I'm fine, I frowned lying to myself.
"Fine." I claimed. I'm not some scared kid; I can take care of myself.
"Cami-"
"I'M FINE." I stiffly defended myself once again. With irritation in my voice I dismissed the conversation. "Anything else?" I snapped.
"Ah, yes. Much to do," he continued awkwardly, concern still lingering through his words. But being Klaus there was a cocky air to it, he knew I wasn't fine and he won because he figured it out. However, the air screamed tension. "Witches to torture and witches to kill, I believe we need to be rid you of my mother's preparation spell."
"Have you found anything?" My voice perked up.
"No, however those whose responses in my search for an answer deemed useless were executed for their own lack of convenience, I assure you."
"Klaus-" I began to scowl but he cut me off.
"I want you better Cami." He declared. Don't worry, I'll get better, I wanted to say. But what were the odds- if there's even any. "The world needs a light in a dark world. How sad it would be if a light such as yours was lost."
"I won't die." I assured, breathing a promise I'm not sure I could keep.
"Clearly you don't want to die." he agreed "Otherwise you wouldn't be here. Fighting. You're not a runner Cami, you never were." He dismissed any doubts I've ever had and I smiled because this was the Klaus I liked.
Once again there was silence, it wasn't weird. It was comforting and there was a mutual appreciation of it and for it.
It was a moment needed, but reality wouldn't have that.
"Get dressed." I was about to ask why but he sensed my silent questioning.
"Marcel is coming over to get you; we've got a busy day ahead of us, and we're not getting answers. It seems as though people in this city respond best to violence."
CLICK. He ended the call before I could answer back. Smart man, he had it coming.
IN MARCEL'S CAR
Camille's POV
"Ugh, my God." I moaned rubbing at my temples and squeezing my eyes shut as I leaned forward in the passenger seat of the car, my head hurts like hell, and my eyes. Each passing day it gets worse.
"Hey, take it easy." Marcel said calmly glancing from the road to me, concern in his eyes. "We're almost there." He assured.
I rose to look at him, pausing a little to give him the 'you don't know what it's like look.'
Propping my elbow up on the door I leaned my face in my hands, squinting I asked "Is it just me or is it extra sunny today?"
He chuckled lowly, however his features changed moments later to serious.
"If Klaus didn't need Finn, I would have killed him already and I'm sure- brother or not- Klaus would have delivered his head to you on a silver platter." He cracked a smile as we rounded the corner, parking in front of the compound. "Unfortunately…" he dragged while taking the keys out the ignition. "We can't do that. He'll just jump another body and that's not something we need right now." Finishing with the obvious he got out of the car, I followed suit.
"I've been downing pills like some stoned teenage junkie all night, I've barely slept. I'm not getting any better."
He paused.
"Well, all we got left is Finn Mikaelson in there." He jerked his thumb at the compound.
"No, what about Davina, can't she do anything… slow down the process. Anything, something?" I questioned too quickly.
"I wish. She's not that powerful anymore, she'd die trying." I sighed as Marcel opened the door for me. It was awfully quiet. Where's Klaus?
"Where's everyone?"
"Klaus left in a rush, he took Hayley with him. Called and said something about a new lead. Davina and Kol are in the Bayou, Klaus of course sent them on some wild herb hunt."
"He sent her with Kol?" I inquired, a motherly tone in my voice.
"She's fine. Davina is a smart girl and as much as I don't like to admit it… she can take care of herself." He gave the signature Marcel pose of the hand on the hip, head dipping lightly.
Just then his phone rang.
"Hey." Pause "-what? I'd be right there." He replied speed walking towards the door.
"Marcel, wait! Where are you going?"
"That was Josh. Esther's got some problems with the wolves, she's finally notice both Finn and Kol are M.I.A."
I panicked. "But- Finn!- You can't leave me alone with him!"
"Look Cami, I'm sorry but I gotta go sort this out. Hayley would kill me." He finished rushing out the door. My hands flapped at the sides in defeat. Great. I turned and looked around at the compound; deciding upstairs would be the best place to be for me right now. I hurried up into a room. Avoiding Vincent was my best chance at mental survival right now.
Huff, huff. I hadn't realized this but I was breathing heavy.
"Oh my God!" I gasped, clutching my throat. Air?
"Can't… Breathe… Air…" I grabbed on to the door frame.
Vincent. He could help, oh no Vincent. So much for avoiding him mental Camille spoke as I dragged myself out of the room.
"Ah!" A piercing scream filled the room; I hadn't realized that it was me at first until I gripped the staircase railing. C'mon, down the stairs we go my mind urged but my feet refused.
"Vincent!" I found myself gasping again. Somehow I managed to make it down the stairs safely. Unharmed, as I fought my way to the room where he was kept, my vision began to blur as my body slammed into anything for some sort of support. What's happening to me?
Esther.
Finally after what seemed like year I reached the doorway of his prison. He wasn't there. No. Where is he? I painfully heaved my way room after room until I found him. He was hooked on some railing of another staircase. He hadn't noticed me, I was about to speak his name but my legs gave out and I dropped to the floor.
"Vincent…!" I gasped once again. My hand reaching out to him in the long distance, I looked at him and his head snapped up. Yes…
"Cami!"
I'd let that slide.
"Help me!" My body shook.
Lol. I actually have more for this chapter, but then I was like "Meh, I'll torture them."
Chpt 3 is an obvious continuation and will begin from Vincent/Finn's POV.
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Till next time….
