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Camille sat on the side of her bed and stared at the blank wall in front of her as she ran through the list in her mind.
Conor. Grace. Jack. And the last two; Sean. Kieran.
All of the names belonged to close family members that had been taken too soon. Her cousins; Grace and Jack. Her grandfather, Conor. Her Uncle Kieran. And her twin brother, Sean.
She let her mind linger on those two. Her brother and her uncle had died within months of each other, both victims of their family's never-ending battle against the supernatural.
The O'Connell family had been hunting supernaturals for as long as anyone knew. They protected the humans. It was their job, their destiny and their curse. No one could possibly say when that particular cross had become theirs to carry.
Cami remembered asking that question to her grandfather as a child when she'd overheard him talking to her uncle about his most recent kill. Grandpa Conor told her that there used to be more families dedicated to the cause of wiping out the unnatural creatures from the world. She'd never forgotten the particular word that he'd used; Unnatural. The way his nose had wrinkled as he'd spat out the term, like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
He'd said that there was an agreement between the families; a community of likeminded people that were devoted to protecting defenceless humans from all the supernatural beasts that roamed the world. It was a noble cause. Over time however, all the other families had died out until only the O'Connell's remained. Now it was their duty alone.
Grandpa Conor had quickly lifted her into his arms and distracted her with questions about her day and school. She hadn't asked him any more questions about the family after that. She didn't even know now whether she should believe what he'd told her as a child. She had a feeling that the truth of their history involved a lot more bloodshed and death.
Sean and Cami had gone into the field at the same time. The two of them had trained their entire lives together to become assassins in their families' name and they'd felt ready to start going after supernaturals.
Cami had been slow; methodical. She didn't take unnecessary risks and while that meant that she didn't kill massive amounts of vampires or witches or even werewolves, it did mean that she kept herself safe while she did her job. She stayed in the shadows and never drew too much attention.
Sean had been the same in the beginning. The two of them had made promises to each other that they would be smart about this. Sean had grown too confident though. He felt too safe and almost untouchable and in return, a witch had murdered him.
She had intended to drive a dagger into the witch's heart and avenge her brother, but to her disappointment, she'd received word that the witch had died before she could've got to them.
She turned her thoughts to her Uncle Kieran. He'd been the most accomplished hunter out of their family. That's why it had surprised all of them when he'd been cursed by a witch. The curse had proven to be irreversible. Since he knew he was doomed to die, Kieran had accepted a suicide mission to assassinate the most feared of all supernatural beings; Niklaus Mikaelson.
Cami remembered the instant fear that had bled through her when she'd been told about his mission. She knew that her uncle was going to die from the curse, but she wanted more time with him before the end. Him going on that mission had quickened his death. She'd hoped that Kieran – being so experienced and successful – would manage to take out Niklaus. Considering that numerous family members had gone after the Hybrid over the centuries and none of them had ever returned home, Cami knew that her hopes were foolish.
Their sources had been quick to send news that Kieran's neck had been snapped by the Hybrid. It was a relatively quick death at least, which was all any of them could hope for in life. That didn't mean it was less painful to deal with though.
She sniffed, her eyes beginning to sting with unshed tears. There was no time to grieve then. She quickly stood up from her bed and placed a few more items of clothing in her little suitcase.
Zipping up the case, she took one last look at her little bedroom and told herself that no matter what, she would see it again. She would come back, and she would succeed at her mission. There was no room for failure.
Because she was going to New Orleans. And she was going to kill Niklaus Mikaelson.
