Chapter Ten: Memories Are Our Strength
Camilla POV
The hallucinations now turned to me standing in a field, in a day that was almost too perfect. I could hear birds singing their usual tunes, the sun was out and shining brightly, there were pink, purple, and blue flowers all around me, and finally, there were large trees, towering near the field, their leaves being a dark green from the summery season. I took in the view, noting the fact that my hallucinations never caused the scene like this. Usually I would be in a dungeon like cell, or standing in a stone wall hallway, but mostly I would just be standing in darkness, nothing around me except a pit of endless black. But here I was, standing in this beautiful scene, which made my stomach churn. If I was finally getting some peace, that meant chaos was surely to follow afterwards.
But since nothing was happening quite yet, I decide to let myself take advantage of the peaceful aura. I plopped myself onto the grass, and tried to recall any of my memories. For some reason, all I could remember was that my name is Camilla; I am eight years old, according to the seasons, and what my appearance is. I had no idea if I had a family, and if I did, what they were like, and I simply just could not remember anything but basics. Like for example, I could remember the names of types of fruits and animals, and things like that.
I could also remember Harris, but I wasn't sure if I had met him before, or if he is just part of the hallucinations. I have spent what was like an eternity in this place, where ever it was, and the only reason my sanity has stayed intact, is because of Harris and his visits.
And almost as if he had read my mind, Harris showed up. "Camilla, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"I-I'm good," I stuttered, scratching my throat a bit. I had no idea why I had just stuttered, but it was a bit painful to talk.
"That's good," he answered with what seemed to be a smile, but was on the verge of being a smirk. "But it's time to go Camilla."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're leaving this place, but don't worry, we'll see each other again, but in the mean time, I want you to have this to remember me by," Harris explained, crouching down to my eye level and in his hands, he held a ruby necklace, with golden vines wrapping around the stone elegantly. I open my mouth to retort, but before I can, the red haired man before me clips the necklace around my fair skinned neck. "There, beautiful," he said, in almost a soft voice.
"Th-thank y-you Harris, b-but, why; I mean, it wasn't like w-we are the b-best of f-friends, and yet, you g-gave me this necklace," I asked, confused.
Harris gave me his usual grin. "You'll find out in the future, good bye for now, dear Camilla."
3rd POV
The girl woke up with a start, her chest breathing deeply for a few minutes. It was dark where she was, and yet, for some reason there was a bit of light. At first, she started to panic, tears escaped from her eyes, and her chest heaved painfully. She tried grasping onto any memories, and after a couple painful seconds, she remembered. Her name, is Camilla, she-s eight years old, her hair is maroon, one of her eyes is pale sea green and the other is turquoise, and she is mute. Around her neck, was a ruby necklace, given to her by a man named Harris who had became like a friend to her, and what was tied to her, was her doll.
Camilla finally calmed down, and reached her arms out, but found they hit against something wooden. She then glanced around herself, and found that she was in a coffin. She banged her fists against the top part of the coffin, and surprisingly, it moved up. She kept pushing, and pushing, more and more oxygen coming to greet her, and before she knew it, the top of the coffin was off, lying on the grass, and she was free.
At first, she wondered how she could have done it; it would've taken a large amount of strength to be able to do something like that, but them she decided just to reminisce in the fact that she was out of it. She then wondered why she was put in the coffin in the first place, and why the back of her head throbbed, but then realized she didn't have any memory at all.
The young girl pulled herself out of the grave, grabbing her doll as she went. She looked around, trying to find some sort of civilization, but found nothing; in fact, all she could see was forest area.
Clutching the doll against her chest, she started to make her way through the woods, going in a random direction in hope that fate would lead her to a village.
3rd POV
A young girl, probably being on eight or nine, carried a basket on her forearm. She had long, black hair that was pin straight, her eyes were dark brown, and she had such fair skin, it looked almost like she was sickly. She was making her way through the village, heading towards her own hut, which was slightly larger than the others. "Anita!" a familiar voice called, and the black haired girl, whose name was Anita, turned to the direction of the voice, watching her younger sister, who was only six, running towards her.
"Yes Littie, what is it," she asked calmly, used to her little sisters hyper attitude. Littie would mostly show Anita she found a frog or something stupid like this, so she kept her usual calm demeanor.
"Anita, I found a girl in the woods, she doesn't look so good," Littie said, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in concern. Anita narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Well, why do you say that," Anita asked.
"Because she's covered in dirt, and has dried blood in her hair," her younger sister answered, and almost instantly after she said that, Anita saw who Littie was talking about. There, on the edge of where their large village met with the forest, stood a beautiful girl around her age, with maroon locks that held dried blood, and bi-colored eyes. Her dress was littered and caked with mud, and held in her orbs, was a look of desperation.
Anita instantly dropped her basket, and started to run over to the girl, her helping instincts kicking in. "MOM, DAD, GRANDPA, GRANDMA, ABACUS," Anita yelled, making her way to the maroon haired girl to see if she's alright. Littie continued after her sister, not running nearly as fast due to her shorter legs, and right after she did, a group of people walked out of Anita's hut. All of them looked around to see what the commotion was about, until they saw Anita, and Littie, standing near a girl who looked like she had been to Hell and back.
To be continued…
A/N: !IMPORTANT! Sorry, there will be a lot of OC's joining, but they won't be there for long so do not fret. And if you want, you can imagine what they look like considering its kind of hard to remember those kinds of things with OC's. I don't own Vampire Diaries by the way!
To lostfeather1: Here's another chapter enjoy! I'm sure that they will all react differently when the Mystic Falls gang find out about Camilla.:3
To Samara Namba: Thank you! I hope you like this chapter.
To XxMikealsonFoveverxX: Camilla's adorable, isn't she:3