Chapter 3

Here's another chapter!
For those of you who read Right Where We Are, you'd realize that I made reference to some of t
he events that took place in
that story. Its not really a sequel though.
I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Camille strutted out the back door of Rousseau's, humming to a jazz tune that was still being played inside the bar. Her shift had ended early, and
she thought she would nap a little before meeting up with Elijah later that evening.
Klaus looked down at Camille as she walked down the empty dark street. He walked and jumped from roof to roof, following her as she walked on by.
"Pa-da-da two in love can make it; take my heart but please don't break it; love was made for me and you," Camille sang cheerfully to herself. She paused and looked around when she felt a familiar tingle at the back of her neck. She reached into her purse for her phone, tapped a single button and placed it on her ear.
"Do you wanna come out from where you are hiding?" she asked exasperatedly.
"It nice to know that you have me on speed dial," she heard Klaus say from behind her.
"Is there a reason you are spying, Klaus?" she asked, ignoring his teasing comment.
"Not everything I do has a reason behind it, Camille. You should know that by now," Klaus said with a smirk, "Allow me to walk you home."
Camille narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn't sure why he was spying on her, but she had the feeling it wasn't for the fun of it.

"Would you like a drink?" Camille asked as she carelessly dropped her purse on her study desk.
"Yes. Please," he replied, pulling out a nearby chair. She handed him a tumbler of scotch while she sipped hers.
"Elijah came home humming yesterday. I also noticed that he was in less of a foul mood. I presume you had a hand in this?" asked Klaus, who raised his eyebrows.
Camille smiled. Bingo. Reason for spying revealed.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Don't tell me you're jealous your brother and I have been hanging out without you having a hand in it?"
"Oh don't flatter yourself, Camille."
"Come on, Klaus. You haven't come to see me since the ki... erh... since the afternoon at the café," she bit her lip, praying he wouldn't notice the little slip she made. "And now you just want to check up on me?"
She didn't pray hard enough.
"Is there something you are not telling me?" Klaus questioned with a suspecting look.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"You've had a devilish smirk on the entire time I've been with you this evening. Out with it."
Camille contemplated about whether to tell him or not as he looked her straight in the eyes. Arrested by the intimidating and hypnotising blueness of his eyes, she confessed.
"Okay! I know you kissed me that night. The night you brought me home after we danced at Rousseau's.
"Davina de-compelled you? Why that little pesky witch," he spat, irritated.
Camille chuckled, "De-compelled? Oh Klaus, I wasn't compelled in the first place. The cup of tea I had for breakfast that morning had a special flavouring in it called vervain."
Klaus failed to hide the shock on his face.
"Oh come on Klaus. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. It was nothing. Forget it," Camille said while going through the stack of textbooks on her bookshelf.
Klaus raised his tumbler to sip his scotch and stopped midway when he heard Camille.
IT WAS NOTHING! he thought.
"Oh really?" he asked as he approached her from the back and whispered into her ear, "were Marcel's any better?"
She smiled to herself and slowly turned to face him.
"Maybe they were," she said with a smile, "Maybe they weren't."
They stood at close proximity. Klaus was unable to hide the jealousy in his eyes as he locked eyes with Camille's. Feeling a little uncomfortable as the back of her thighs pressed the cold metal edge of her study desk, she took a tiny step forward and immediately noticed that Klaus stiffened at her movement. To confirm her suspicion, she leaned in a little closer and caught something in his eyes.
Fear.
Camille realised at that moment that Klaus got scared when she got too close.
It was also at that moment that Klaus took a step back, attempting to leave.
"Oh no you don't," she grabbed his arm and pushed him unto her study chair and sat on his laps, her legs hanging from either side of his laps. Klaus, paralyzed with utter shock, looked at Camille with widened eyes as she brought her head closer to his, a smirk plastered on her face.
"You've gotten away with this too many times Klaus," she whispered and gently covered his lips with hers. She snaked her arms around his neck and gently and deepened the kiss, which Klaus returned, to her surprise. The rest of his body however was in complete paralysis. Camille broke away, her hands sliding from his neck and hooked the neckline of his grey cotton shirt. Without warning, she ripped it, from top to bottom, exposing a flock of tiny birds tattooed at the left side of chest. Klaus searched her eyes, silently looking for a reason for her sudden madness. Camille caressed the tattooed birds, causing Klaus to breath in sharply. She then kissed the path she had caressed, making sure she kissed each bird. Feeling his chest dramatically rise and fall, she grinned against his chest. She cupped his face with both hands, she returned to kissing him when her phone began to vibrate in the pockets of her skirt. A message from Elijah.
She had lost track of time and she was late for their bayou visit.
"Well," she said, smiling shyly and brushing a strand of her behind her ear, "I've got to run." she said as she stood up awkwardly from his laps. "I've got to meet up with Elijah and I'm running late." She quickly straightened her skirt and grabbed her jacket. Klaus, from his seat, followed her with his eyes as she got her things.
She looked at Klaus once more when she was ready to leave and eyed the shirt she had ripped. She searched through her closet and brought him a charcoal grey shirt. Leaning towards him till their cheeks touched, she whispered into his ear.
"Please, do change your shirt. We wouldn't want you walking back home looking like that."
Klaus could almost feel her smile against his ear. "Though honestly, I cannot say I'm entirely sorry for ruining it."
He turned his head, touching noses with her. Their eyes locked for a moment, then Camille smiled and walked out.
Five minutes after Camille had left, Klaus finally recovered from his paralysis.
"What the bloody hell!" Klaus scolded himself and after a minute broke into a chuckle when he ran his fingers on his lips. Never in his thousand years of existence had a woman rendered him totally powerless and vulnerable like Camille had done that night.
Grabbing the charcoal shirt, he vamp sped out of her apartment.

"You're late," Elijah said as he opened the door to the front seat of his car for Camille.
"I'm sorry, I was erh... taking care if some pressing matters," Camille stammered as Elijah started the engine.
"Yes. Judging from your swollen lips and the fact that you reek of him I presume the pressing matters greatly involved Klaus."
Camille cast her eyes down as redness began to creep into her cheeks.
"Forgive me if my comment makes you feel uncomfortable," he said with his focus still on the road. Then he glanced at her and smiled charmingly, "although I can't say your reaction does not amuse me."
Camille jabbed his ribs with her finger jokingly as he laughed.

A\N: Sorry if Camille appeared a little slutty in thus chapter. My imagination took over. My friend has been saying that she wished that Camille would just grab Klaus by the collars and kiss him if he attempted to back away again, so I decided to do something with it.
Also, the song Camille was singing as she left Rousseau's is L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole.