Thank you everyone who is reading my fanfiction. I hope you are enjoying it! Well in this chapter you'll get a little Klamille action. I do not own anything and it all goes to the writers of the Originals on the CW. Enjoy!

Cami's POV

What am I doing? I thought my brilliant plan would make it easier for me but it's never been worse. I fight the urge to see him everyday and wanting to slap him. I never deserved this life, I deserved far better. I blame myself thought, Klaus gave me plenty of opportunities to leave and not come back and I never listened to him. He may have only physically hurt me once but his number of emotional wounds are endless. He has brought me nothing but pain. I torture myself by seeing him every single day and act like he means nothing to me. His face has been in a constant grouch and the bags underneath his eyes deepen every single night. All i can think about is reaching out to him and softening his pain. But what about me? What about my pain? I know that seeing him from afar is keeping me grounded. I need to find myself before he finds me. I need to lessen this anger before I can finally approach him.

I know that he will hate me for what I've done. I'm honestly surprised that I haven't cracked just yet. Davina said that this "cloaking" spell will keep me hidden until one of the Mikaelson's suspect something. Knowing that Klaus is the only one that's been around, I don't think it's been a problem. My situation is so messed up, even from a psychological perspective. What type of person disguises herself as a brunette bartender in order to stay in but out of the life of the monster they care for. What type of sick move is that? I've hit my ultimate low, but I just don't think I'd be able to handle him right now. In a years time, so much has happened, I needed a break. I needed to feel normal again. Really? Normal? It almost seems like joke saying that word. But with all the people around me, I guess you'd have to consider me normal. I'm only a human who does mundane things. I work, sleep, eat, and start over. That's why I hid. A young, Psych major human can't fall for a thousand year old immortal. My time with him results in about a second of his life. In another 1000 years from now he will have forgotten my name and my existence. I deserve a better life than I've been sacrificing so far. I deserve a husband and children and a life, but lately the only one I can imagine is with Klaus.

I enter my apartment. The white walls slowly disappear as I enter. My house reforms into my design, just the way it had always been. Davina is becoming powerful and extremely smart. This cloaking is so strong that an original can't even detect. I owe it to her, well I guess I already did. In return, I had to give her and Vincent a drop of Klaus's blood. I, trying to stay out of all of it, handed my drenched sweater over without hesitation. She promised that it would not kill him in anyway which i greatly thanked her for. She's been strong and I know it's been terribly hard for her. With Kol gone, and a very small percentage of getting him back, she's been acting extremely strong. A lot more mature for someone of her age.

Besides keeping tabs on Davina and Vincent, the only other person that knows I'm still in town that would actually care is Marcel. I hadn't planned on telling him but he so gracefully came to the other side and into my bar. Thankfully I caught him in time to quickly explain what was going on. He was confused that he still saw me as me but Klaus couldn't. Luckily he stuck by my side and covered for me. I know he's probably thinking why I haven't left town. I've been asking myself the same thing. I just can't. No matter how petty it sounds, I was truthful to Vincent. Klaus is keeping me here and I wish that these feelings would leave me alone. Plus my family legacy is here. I haven't even learned the slightest amount of my families background to be worth of leaving. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself for why I stayed.

I hadn't wanted to admit that I have feelings for Klaus. Every inch of my soul wants to deny it, but they are there. I just don't understand how I let it get this out of control. Maybe the time he told me not to use my blood on Marcel, or when he saved me, or that time we danced, or when he said that he would have found me. My system speeds up and my heart starts racing. I can't keep thinking that nothing is there. How is it possible that I fell in love with Klaus Mikaelson? Was I hoping that by "leaving" that his feelings would suddenly disappear and I'd be assured that he feels nothing towards me, or am I deeply hoping he will find me? Why hasn't he found me? Why am I still hiding? No... I just can't. Not now at least. I'll give him a few more weeks. In that time, I'll be able to clear my head and make a plan. I'll be able to let my anger soften and create a new life for myself. I just have to stay out of his business. I need to see him to make sure he's well but not get involved enough to know what he's doing. And slowly I hope these feelings will fade and I can move on. I will just become a piece of his memory.

Four Days until the Full Moon

There are pluses for watching Klaus from afar. At the bar, I can finally stare and not get called out. I can appreciate his worried look. The way his fingers grasp the glasses and how for such a harsh man to have a soft, quiet breath. Somedays I get carried away from checking up on him. I always keep our chit chat short and sweet hinting at nothing. Other times, on my harder days I have to resist myself from slapping him. I've built up all this anger and fright I'm scared it's going to release at any second, along with my complicated feelings. This time being away from him but still seeing him is much harder than I originally has thought. I'm starting to realize the rush of being in his lifestyle and being apart of his present. Nonetheless I know it's for the best. He comes in at the same time every night. I secretly hope it's to look for me, but his troubles are far passed our little "fling thing." He must be extremely stressed about Hope and the absence of her mother. I feel for Elijah during this time as well. Not only did Klaus burn his current lover but entrapped his past one in her wolf form. Yet here I am looking past his every flaw and awful thing he has ever done.

"I'd like the usual please." Klaus's voice rings as I am washing the counter. He has come two hours later which makes me search his face. Has something happened? Did something go wrong? Or maybe delightfully right? I grab our bottle off the shelf and pour him a glass. His face has drained all it's color and his eyes have reached a deep red. I break on the inside, it's hard to see him like this. So torn, so broken. It seems by then, I just keep refilling his glass. I slowly lose count and so has he.

"Rough night?" I ask casually as there are barely anyone else inside the bar.

"Really that noticeable?" he asks with a sigh, his eyes meeting mine. My heart begins to pound and I give every ounce of my pure will to look away. And that's the thing about Klaus. His expression is always written upon his face but he acts as if nothing is there, as if no one can see his suffering.

"Lucky guess?" I say with a shrug. I begin to wipe the counter down again but his arm stops me. He studies my face as I watch his eyebrows furrow together. It makes me nervous having him watch me for this long. Can he hear my heart beating?

"Would you like to hear a story?" he slurs obviously having too much to drink tonight. "Enlighten me." I say leaning up against the counter, resting my head on my palms. What can his drunken murderess mind come up to entertain me, I assume it will be about a killing spree or a parental betrayal.

"There once was a boy who lived a damned life. Love and trust never came easy even for family. More than a handful of times he turned his back to the ones he loved the most. Especially the ONE he loved the most." His eyes flick towards me. The rims holding back tears with a deep red background. My breath heightens not expecting his story to take this turn. Was this all that was truly on his mind. Was this going to become about me? "He met the most beautiful girl, she was pure and youthful. Not once did she shame him or exploit him. She stuck to his side and always made sure he was okay. She was his voice of reason, but he often left her alone, alone with her own thoughts. Over time, he developed complicated feelings towards this beautiful girl. He hadn't had experience with this type of feelings and never had a good grasp so he pushed her harder away. And he told her that she should fear him yet he was the one to fear her. Terrified that his damned life would becomes hers and that she would run. Because of the lack of confidence in himself, he found himself alone, found himself lost. He thought by making her all these things, alone and lost, it would lessen the pain but he grew into exactly what he made of her and so she ran. And sadly he doesn't think she will come back." A few soft tears roll over his cheeks and he recollects himself. His cheeks turn a deep red and he quickly wipes them off and his face hardens once again. "Well I guess that's enough for one night." Darkness refills his eyes as turns to leave.

I reach out and stop his arm. "Klaus... " I bite my tongue internally killing myself. Again he makes me pity him. A lit match goes off in my soul. How dare he feel this way. All was his choice to leave me and I'm giving him exactly what he wanted. I refuse to give him the upper-hand with this self pity. I quickly get lost in my thoughts feeling my anger surface.

"Miss, I hadn't told you my name." Game over, it's done. Had I really let him know. Would he connect the dots. He studies my face looking for any kind of hint. He's about to say something and I beg for him to say my name.

"Klaus!" A voice yells and grabs him by the collar. The one and only Elijah. "Something has happened. Happened to Hope." He says in a whisper barely audible for even I to hear. The darkness within Klaus becomes a fiery orange. Their bodies become blurs and there I am again, let in a bar alone for the second time.

This anger takes control and I throw his glass across the room. Luckily he was the last customer of the night. I take our bottle of the shelf and empty out into the sink. He no longer will brim into my life. This is all too much to take in. He had just told me a story of us. That he had cared yet he has not done anything about it. I collect my things and run home. My new door creaks loudly each time I open it now. The replacement isn't the same as the original. I knew it was of Klaus's doing and wish he wouldn't have been so harsh. I turn my phone on for the first time in weeks. Who do I call? What do I say? Hundreds of notifications pops up. Almost all of them from Klaus. I ignore the messages and I pull up my key pad. I told myself I wasn't going to get into the Mikaelson business but what had happened with Hope? No Cami you have to stay out of it.

I sit staring at the numbers of calls and messages. Had he really needed me, had he really wanted me? I stare at the number one. Only one. He had only left one voice mail this entire time and it was from tonight, three hours ago. What was going to be said and how was I going to handle this? I take a deep breath and I press the play button.

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