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Here's the fourth chapter! Sorry for the late update! Exams and life. Sorry!

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"I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness."

― John Green, Looking for Alaska

And there's no remedy for memory,
Your face is like a melody,
It won't leave my head,
You soul is hunting me and telling me,
Everything is fine,
But I wish I was dead,

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey fill the compound, as some couples danced in the middle of it. The couple included, Cami and Marcel, also. Both Rebekah and Klaus watched them as they sway in each-other's arm to the tune of the music. Each for her's and his own reason, Rebekah because she still like him somewhat, and Klaus because of Camille. He didn't know what it was but he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her the whole evening.

She looked so beautiful in the dress and it would have taken his breath away, if he weren't a vampire. He was trying hard to act as if her being with Marcel didn't affected him, but it did. Whenever someone was not looking at him, his face would sadden.

"I thought you said you were in community work." Klaus over heard Camille stating as she danced to the beat with Marcel's arm around her.

"Community fundraising. Throw a party, folks open their wallets. It's kind of my thing. Guess I'm what you call a necessary evil." Marcel lied to her. And somehow that angered Klaus. He may have done many thing, but there was one thing he didn't do, he never lied to her. He mat have manipulated her by compelling, but never lied. Necessary evil? Marcel thinks what he does is necessary evil?

"And Rebekah, she's one of your donors?" Even though Camille was saying this with a smile on her face, there was a sigh of jealousy in her voice. Klaus couldn't help but think she was stupid in that moment. She was so beautiful, and confident, yet she was doubting herself?

"She's an old friend." Marcel replied, not wholly a lie.

"Can't be that old. She looks younger than me." Camille stated, not believing Marcel because of Rebekah's no-ageing, vampire abilities.

"You'd be surprised. I was a kid when I met her. Enough about her. I just want to be right here with you." Marcel finally ended their conversation about Rebekah.

Across the courtyard, Klaus and Rebekah, who were watching the scene play out and eavesdropping, have an serious expression on their face.

"You really are a hideously evil little thing, aren't you?" Klaus said to Rebekah in a strained voice, not taking his eyes off Camille for even a single moment. And what Klaus had said to Rebekah was an insult, not a compliment.

"Nonsense. They're perfect for each other," Rebekah replied, not taking her eyes off his beloved Marcel,"You wanted Marcel distracted—voilà." Yes, I did. But not like this! He bit his tongue to stop himself from voicing his thoughts.

Klaus watched as Marcel and Camille started moving closer and closer until their lips were just a mere inch apart. He was busting with anger for reason unknown even to him. This is what I wanted, Marcel and Camille should come closer so that I can have her spy on him. Klaus tried to tell himself this but there was a small voice in his head asking him is that really what you want?

Either way he was really happy when Diego came to stand beside them to Marcel that Thierry had killed another vampire and Marcel and Camille couldn't kiss.

"My cue to leave." Rebekah spoke, and Klaus just then noticed that she was still standing there. Still not taking his eyes off Camille.

He saw as Marcel almost lost his control on his anger and looked like he was ready to kill. He was a bit worried about Camille being this close to him when he was this angry, but then figured he was not far off from them and if he thought Marcel would harm Camille he can easily get her out damage free.

"Excuse me." Marcel said to Camille as he went toward Thierry and grabbed him by the throat before pushing him away from the main party and and into the wall. Not hard enough but also not softly.

Camille watched the scene with her eyebrows knitted together. She wasn't a fan of violence, she understood when people use it in self-defence but using it when not necessary, was something that disgust her. And the way Marcel's attitude changed from romantic to all Hitler-type was something that didn't appealed to her at all. It fact it repelled her. She was talking to Rebekah about knowing better and in that moment she thought that.

Marcel was on the first floor, angrily asking Thierry for his side. Camille was still in the compound, where Marcel had left her alone, looking over to see what was happening. She had always hated unwanted violence and seeing the scene unfold in-front of her she couldn't help but think she had misunderstood Marcel. He was not who he wanted everyone to believe he was.

As Camille stood there, she remembered thinking that Marcel was not one of the 'good-one', that she wouldn't ever date a guy like him, when he first met him, when he showed up behind her out of thin air. Yet, here she was, on a date with the very same man. She also remember that when he asked her out she had made up her mind, she won't go with him, but then she enter the restaurant for her shift and something made her want to go with him, want to give him a chance.

But it doesn't matter. Now, after seeing who he truly was, she wasn't going to go with him, ever again. She had made up her mind about that.

Klaus knew he should be watching what was going on upstairs and make sure his plan was going accordingly, but he couldn't help looking at Camille, again and again. He couldn't help but think he was wring using her. He could easily read the pain and hate that was there on Camille's face as she saw Marcel loose control. When he couldn't take it anymore, he decided to walk over to her. After all it was his fault she was in this position.

"Are you all right, love?" He asked the blonde girl. He knew it wan't alright, but had to ask.

"He's got a temper, doesn't he?" Camille asked him, even though she knew the answer.

Klaus didn't reply. He knew he could have lied to her and told her Marcel wasn't like this and this was just a slip up. He was usually in control and something very big happened and that is why he was reacting so badly. He could have told her infinite number of lies, but he didn't not want to lie to her. His heart did not agreed with that, so he decided to stay quite.

Camille knew what Klaus was doing. He did not want to put bad words about his mate in her head and he also did not want to lie to her. That is why he was keeping quite.

"I guess this is the moment I remember I know better." Camille told him. She looked at the scene unfolding upstairs once more before looking at Klaus and trying to give a small smile. Then she moved away and Klaus couldn't help but look at her, instead of at Marcel.

Marcel's an idiot! Who would let a girl like Camille go? Klaus thought to himself.

The party was over and the courtyard was deserted. Marcel had just returned after giving Thierry his punishment. Klaus made two drink and handed one to Marcel. Marcel took it and downed it in one gulp.

After Marcel had finished his drink, he turned back to Klaus and asked,"How much did Cami see?" He just got betrayed but his best friend and he is caring about a girl he just met a few weeks ago?

"She just saw an argument, mate." Klaus told him lamely,"It's nothing you can't fix." I can't fix,"You really like her, don't you?" He asked as the realisation drawn upon him. Why else would Marcel be asking about her rather than trying to drown Thierry's betrayal?

"I like that she's not a part of any of this. Sometimes it's good to see the world the way the humans do." Marcel answered lamely, and that was all the assurance Klaus needed. Klaus had lived with him for hundreds of year, raised him in-fact, and he knew when Marcel was trying to change the topic.

"I am sorry about Thierry, you know? I can tell he was a good friend." Klaus apologised sincerely. He knew it was his fault that Thierry was down there, he did it too protect his family, but that doesn't mean he wasn't sorry about it.

"I made him what he was. Obviously, my trust was misplaced." Marcel said, with intense anger in his voice.

"Doesn't make it easier." Klaus spoke back. He too knew the pain of having someone you trust betray you. Marcel was a living example of that. He had trusted him like family and when their father hunted them, Marcel didn't follow them.

Camille was sitting in Rousseau's with a large glass on bear in-front of her. She picked up the drink and brought it to her mouth to drink, just as Klaus entered the bar. He looked around and instantly spotted Camille sitting at the bar and walked over to sit on the stool next to her.

He sat down next to her and stayed quite for a moment or two. Not sure what to say to make her re-consider Marcel without compelling her. He will compel her if needed, but he wanted to try not compelling her,"Cami—" He started but was cut off by Camille.

"Don't even try it. I get the bro code. You're here to smooth things over for your friend. It's very nice of you, but—" Camille was saying but this time Klaus cut her off.

"But you've been hurt before, and you aren't taking any more chances." Klaus spoke, not looking at her. He knew if he did he would either be entrapped by her beauty or dwell in her pain.

"Something like that." Camille agreed,"The guy I saw tonight—not the guy I thought he was." She was shaking her head from left to right whilst saying the sentence,"And if he can turn on a dime like that—"

Again she was cut off by Klaus. The was Camille was saying that and the pain in her voice made Klaus come to a decision,"Sounds like more than just a broken heart." At this Camille's eyes flickered to his face. Not many people understood that,"Someone broke your trust." Klaus finally looked up and saw that Camille was staring at him,"Camille, the brave bartender." Klaus voiced with a huge smile on his face.

Camille and Klaus stared at each other, their smile slowly disappearing as they coved closer to each-other. Klaus was almost going to give in when he remembered Elijah, Rebekah and the child Hayley was caring and pulled back,"I'm sorry..." Klaus said and looked away from her, breaking the eyes contact, breaking the spell.

"But I need you to give Marcel another chance." It pained him to say that more that anything, but he did. If not for Elijah or Rebekah, but to make the place safe for his unborn child. He had to make this sacrifice.

Camille cleared her throat."Wow. I totally misread that." She was disappointed. She thought she and Klaus had something, that they were gonna kiss, but then Klaus pulled away and told her to give Marcel another chance. That shocked her beyond anything.

"No. You read it quite well, but we all have our roles to play." He said not meeting her eyes. He knew if he looked into her eyes, he will drown in them and who knows if Klaus will be able to control himself this time or not?

He smile and Camille couldn't help but smile back but then Klaus moved forward and started to compel her,"You went to Marcel's. You danced. You feel badly that he had a row with his friend, but otherwise, all you remember is that it was perfect." And after saying that and making her forget that he had compelled her he vamped out of the bar.

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Next Update: The scenes from S01E04, when Klaus tell Camille that he is a vampire and offer her a job as his stenographer.