The moment her conciousness returned,she gasped for air and struggled to get into a sitting position,while trying to swallow some of the excessive saliva in her mouth which was currently threatening to drown her but instantly regretted it. Her throat burned in pain, as though every single muscle in her neck had been slammed with a hammer by on of those smiths from the old days. The pain forced a cough from her, the cough wrecking through her violently. Camilla frowned in confusion when she could not remember exactly why it hurt and then she finally opened her eyes, squinting against the light. At first she couldn't really see, everything was a blurry and uncertian like an old video-recording and her eyes watered from the light. The room felt like it was spinning but she rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands and gazed around.

She was on a huge bed covered with white silk sheets and the room was spacious but not all that personal, she wouldn't be able to tell what kind of person thizs room belonged to, it was like no one really lived here – maybe they didn't – she wouldn't really know, would she? It was just filled with the most needed furnitures like a simple beige dresser, the bed she was in and a little night-table beside the bed with a single book lying upon it.'To kill a mockingbird' by Harper Lee. She threw a gaze at the window and clicked her tongue in confusion – it was dark outside. How long had she been out for?

Camilla frowned and reached up to flick the raven locks that tickled her skin away from her neck but stopped the movement as she touched her neck, feeling something unusual. She'd felt the two not-so-small wounds on the side of her neck, every ounce of air in her lungs escaped her and a choked sound substituted a horrified gasp as all the terrible incidents that had happened came flooding back and terror took hold of her stomach, seemingly making it impossible for the Dane to breathe. Few seconds later, she rolled over and emptied the scarce contents of her stomach out onto the floor, the sour taste making her scrunch har face for a second before silent sobs wrecked her. The feeling of that disgusting vampire's hands on her skin returned, his cold hands defiling her, touching places he had no right to put his his dirty paws. Camilla reached up to cup her head dizzily, trying to will it all away. Of course it didn't work, but it was worth a try – was it not?. She felt dirty after having been touched by him. Nausea was still present in her throat and yet she could not help but feel proud of the fact that she'd pulled out a vampire's eyes. She had not become some helpless whining victim unable to defend herself. She had done well.

Camilla was so very tired, felt as dirty as a pig and her throat hurt but would she stay where she was? Nuh-Uh. The teen pulled the sheets covering her aside and depsite the struggle she got up into a sitting position before she swung her legs over the side of the bed and found that the bed was higher up than she'd expected – she couldn't even reach the ground. The Dane took a calming breath and prepared herself for the pain before she slid down the bed and finally her bare feet hit the floor, sending jolts of pain through her. The girl halted...bare feet? Camilla looked down at herself and was horrified at the sight. She was dressed in some man's T-shirt that was waaay to big for her. It could have been a dress. A very short one though but that aside - who changed her? Camilla blushed but drew in a breath before she stopped leaning half her weight on the bed.

Her knees were weak, and the damaged one ached but Camilla could do nothing but sigh and try to ignore the pain as she stared at her trembling legs, covered with bloody scrapes and rainbow colored bruises now. The Dane took an uncertain step and grinned proudly when she did not fall, the wobbling of her knees aside. Camilla reached the few feet to the door and opened it hesitantly, peeking out curiously but when she wanted to step out of the room, it seemed that all power in her legs faded and instantly she fell onto the wooden floor with a loud and quite painful thump thump that would make anyone cringe. She cried out in pain as bruises got bumped and then in a blur of black and white clothes, a young man or rather, a boy was beside her. He didn't look much older than she, but his sad eyes told a whole different story, he seemed to carry the weight of the world upon his shoulders.

"Careful, little one" He murmured soothingly and reached out to caress her face. Camilla flinched, unconciosly and her eyes widened, guilt nagging at her as his hand returned to his side.

She parted her lips, wanting to apologize but was again taken aback by the pain in her throat and whined like a hurt kitten before swallowing a couple of times on purpose, trying to get used to the pain.

"Where..am I?"The question wasn't much louder than a whisper and her voice was terribly hoarse, almost raw. The sound scared her and she almost trembled by the horrible sound of her own voice.

"In my nest in Dallas. You are safe now, little one" The vampire answered, dark eyes watching her carefully and blue/grey eyes staring back just as fiercely but for a whole other reason.

"..That disgusting creature who once dared to call himself a man ..isn't coming after me again?"Camilla asked, her bottomlip trembling. She was sincerely trying to speak normally but the muscles in her neck hurt so bad that it seemed impossible to speak naturally. Her eyes were weary and she seemed to be so drained of the fighting spirit that she had flaunted so bravely under the assault.

"No, child. He will not come for you again." The vampire answered and his boyish features seemed even more beautiful with that truthful and worried look on it. He seemed saddened or burdened, but she couldn't know if he always looked like that.

"I hope his eyes never heal, He should have been castrated..like some dog ." Camilla mumbled to herself, her voice filled with malice and hatred.

The vampire's eyes widened slightly and he raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the left, an amused look on his handsome face. " You did a good job, fighting off a vampire, specially as frail as you are."

Camilla looked up and a bitter laugh or something like it sounded, though it was kind of strangled cause of her sore throat. " I've never been 'frail'. I sure as hell wasn't gonna make it easy for him, dickwad, Neanderthall.. " Camilla told him, her voice still whispery and raspy but she went of topic thinking off words that could desrice the monster who'd assaulted her.

"You are frail in comparison to vampires." Godric murmured to himself but barely audible as he did not wish to agitate her, Camilla was brought back on topic and looked up as his curiousity was peaked by her accent.

" ..Where are you from,child?" The vampire asked and looked genuinely interested.

Camilla shrugged at his comment about her being frail and nodded at his question. "Denmark, the land of bacon, Vikings and happiness!" She told him, grinning proudly and her voice almost normal but then she coughed painfully.

"How long have you been here?" The vampire-boy asked and Camilla frowned, her head getting fogged. " A month..I think?.Ma head's gettin' kinda..fuzzy." She mumbled.

The vampire frowned and scooped her up into his arms like she weighed nothing at all and then he stood, moving by the speed of light and suddenly she was in that bed again. "You lost a lot of blood, when Stan attacked you so It is only to expected that you are weakened." The guy explained, tugging the covers around her carefully. "What is your name child?" The handsome creature asked as he hovered above her and the young girl was almost half-asleep again.

"..Camilla.."The drowsy answer sounded and somewhere, distantly, Camilla registered that the vampire boy knew the vampire who attacked her, but her sleep-adled brain let it slip and she frowned a bit. "...you?" The teen asked, snuggling into the pillow she assumed was his.

"I am Godric."