Camilla stared at her hands, could what Isabel just said be true?
"Godric's been kidnapped?"
Cami repeated and horror welled up in her, along with skepticism. "But isn't he,like really old and thus really powerful? How could mere mortals such as myself even be considered a threat?"
Isabel was silent for awhile. " I dont know, Camilla, But we are all kind of busy have to find our Sheriff "
"O-kay.. Just..call me if there is anything alright? Lemme know when Godric returns" After a a promise of doing so, Isabel hung up and Camilla stood there in the kitchen, staring at the phone as if she couldn't comprehend what she had just been told.
Camilla turned on her heel, and returned to her room, resigned herself to read again, knew that if she didn't do that she would worry herself into ínsanity.
::Timeskip::
She was sitting in the livingroom in Godric's nest again. Isabel had told her to come since she said that she needed a human she could trust.
Apparently that applied to her. Camilla was a little miffed by the fact that Isabel had started trusting her that quick but shrugged it off and decided just to be happy about it.
She later found out that she was chosen to keep some telepath company when she arrived. Camilla was having the ' What the flying fuck?' feeling cause how was she to occupy some telepath?Infact she would bprefer not meeting the mindreader cause she realle would prefer her thoughts to be her own.
She pulled her legs up under her and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head upon her forearms. She was worried about Godric and all of these vampires made her uncomfortable.
Even Stan's execution had been put on hold. That made it even worse. Knowing he was downstairs, chained yes, but still very much alive or whatever an undead was.
Some blonde tall man had arrived and was pacing around the house like a caged tiger. Camilla was wondering who he was since he was so obviously worried about Godric.
That blonde vampire giant kind of appealed to her. If anything she just had the feeling that he was some warrior of a sort. And with his looks he had to be Scandinavian.
Isabel had known that Camilla would be uncomfortable in the presence of so many vampires. Damn it - the first one she ever 'interacted' with was Stan. Anyone would have been sent screaming after meeting there was nothing to do - Camilla was safest with her and even if she felt bad about it there were no other way to take care of her so Isabel had given Camilla a notebook after dragging her to Godrics nest and since then Camilla had been drawing fervently or writing lyrics to songs she knew down.
She had written her current favorite song.
Headstrong by Trapt.
She liked the lyrics cause they told of never giving up.
"Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
(Fuck!)
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away
Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you're full of shit, and that's alright
That's how you play, I guess you'll get through every night
Well now that's over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
I know, I know all about
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide"
Camilla soundlessly sung the tune as she wrote. She doubted it sounded well but it calmed her down. Screw if the vampires got deaf from her singing. Okay she had been told that her singing was quite good but she never was one to believe compliments.
She sat there, humming to herself. It had been a month and a week, give or take a few days since she had left her parents and two younger sisters home in Denmark to study abroad. There was about 3 weeks until semester start.
A month since she last heard the danish language spoken. She was sending emails with her family and such but she hadn't called them.
She missed her home. Camilla realized. Missed the people, the atmosphere.
The smiling faces of her large family. Damn they could almost be called a clan.
Missed her blonde bestfriend's rambling about her 18 year old boyfriend whom Camilla instantly had nicknamed 'Tree-hugger' cause he was running around half naked in the forest on the pictures her bestfriend had shown her on facebook.
She missed her 'twinny' and her family number two. Her twinny was another best friend and they had been named such since people always asked if they were sisters.
She missed curling up in her twinny's room, their parties and even her twinny's siblings who absolutely adored Camilla.
She missed her dog, Whisky. She knew that when she returned home he would be much bigger and he would attack her and lick her face till saliva was dripping of her chin. Cause he was that kind of dog.
Damn it, She even missed her cat!
She looked down at the notebook and bit her lip before turning the page and started writing what she could remember of the lyrics :
Der er et yndigt land,
Det står med brede bøge
Nær salten østerstrand,
Nær salten østerstrand.
Det bugter sig i bakke, dal,
Det hedder gamle Danmark,
Og det er Frejas sal,
ja det er Frejas sal.
Der sad i fordums tid
De harniskklædte kæmper,
Udhvilede fra strid,
udhvilede fra strid.
Så drog de frem til fjenders mén,
Nu hvile deres bene
Bag højens bavtasten,
bag højens bavtasten.
Det land endnu er skønt,
Thi blå sig søen bælter,
Og løvet står så grønt,
og løvet står så grønt.
Og ædle kvinder, skønne mø'r,
Og mænd or raske svende
Bebo de danskes øer,
bebo de danskes øer.
Hil drot og fædreland!
Hil hver en danneborger,
Som virker, hvad han kan,
som virker, hvad han kan!
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestå,
Så længe bøgen spejler
Sin top i bølgen blå,
sin top i bølgen blå."
She smiled widely as she ran her fingertips over the written words. Humming the tune to herself.
She gazed up, There was another human ( well looked like it) sitting in the other couch along with some darkhaired and somewhat suspicious looking vampire.
Cami's gaze drifted further and she halted as she caught the sight of her bruntte friend.
Isabel and her human stood talking in the other room. Camilla could barely see them but she caught a glimpse of Isabel and that guy. He really seemed off to Cami but Camilla never was good at judging others.
She shook her head and returned her gaze to her notebook. Deciding to analyze the song. She had done that before.
It had been an assignment in a Danish lesson in 6th grade.
"De harniskklædte kæmper = Vikings"
But sadly she didn't get to do very much before she was interupted by chills running down her spine.
Camilla hadn't noticed someone standing behind her and when a male voice sounded, she jumped and stared up at him with a surprised look on her face.
"Im sorry, could you repeat what you said? You scaring the crap out of me kept me from listening" Camilla mumbled, frowning in a displeased amnner at the guy.
The blond vampire just grinned at her with a teasing glint in his blue eyes and Camilla stuck her tongue out at him,feeling somewhat childish!
"I said - What are you doing?" He repeasted, looking somwhat smug?
"Writing..?"Camilla answered hesitantly, wasnt that obvious?
He rolled his eyes at her and explained the menaing of his words with a slightly annoyed look on his face"I mean here. In Godric's nest?"
Camilla raised an eyebrow and looked uncertain before she stared down at her notebook again, mumbling in an anooyed tone:"Oh, Well.. Do you need to know?"
Camilla sighed at slightly, gazing to the the blonde vampire would let the subject rest!
He just stared at her, awaiting her not heeding her inner commands!
Camilla pressed her lips into a grim line and stared to the left, she really didn't want him to know.
"Godric's 2nd in Command Stan tried to rape and kill me. I ripped out his eyes and Godric saved me. Isabel and Godric has been spending time with me since and Isabel disliked the thought of me alone home in a house thats not mine and told me to come here so she could be sure I was okay. Saying that Godric would get angry if something were to happen. Dont ask me why that is!" Camilla told, her voice monotone and her gaze at him enraged that she had to spill the happenings she had rather forgotten.
Since they were anyways staring at eachother so intensely, Camilla took the time to look at him, like really look at him. His skin was of course pale as all vampires were,His bare arms were strong, well muscled to the point that would have made her drool, if she didn't have a pride, his shoulders were broad and without doubt strong. His face was regal, typical Scandinavian face. Okay, Typical Scandinavian hottie face. Though his seemed a bit more refined. Kissable lips formed into a grin, a thin nose and cobalt blue eyes. A color that reminded her of the sea that she had played by and bathed in her whole life.
The blond vampire kept on staring at her, a knowing smirk upon his lips and Camilla forced herself to look at her notebook again,to follow the lines that she had drawn and in a moment of clarity she realized that what he reminded of was a Viking. She told him that. "You remind me of my ancestors somewhere, thousand years back?"
The blond vampire, the blond extremely hot vampire, raised an eyebrow. "Ancestors?" he repeated with a bored look on his face.
"Yup." was her only answer
..A few minutes passed and Camilla was sitting there, drawing little animals around the anthem she had written.
"...Who were your ancestors?" He finally asked, seemlingly annoyed that she hadn't explained from the start.
"Berserkers, better known as Vikings, followers of the Mighty Thor and Sons of the all seeing Odin" She answered him, not thinking about what she had said and just simply kept on humming her anthem as she drew.
"You are an offspring from Vikings?" He asked, his eyes widened and his eyebrows slightly raised, a look of total disbelief.
Camilla looked up and couldn't help but giggle at his face, he looked kind of cute like that. " Yup, Damn it even my Dad resembles one."
"Scandinavians are usually blond."He pointed out.
"Mmh. I know.."
"And you are trying to make me believe that you are offspring of Scandinavians when your hair is black?"
The girl rolled her eyes.
"Welcome to the 21st century, My lord. Some time ago humans created a thing called hairdye. I used that."The youngster deadpanned, silently annoyedd by his persistent questions
"Why?" The interragation continued
"I grew bored of my hair. .. Had some ...problems and I dyed it.. I was actually even more blond than you are from birth, but my mom had to dye my hair when I was like 4 for some reason and after that my hair just started resembling the color of old gold. When the dye washes out, it´ll will probably return though without doubt darker than before"
"Foolish." He commented.
"Maybe.. But I prefer my hair dark..at least until I can regain my old haircolour."SOmewhere she agreed, she would like to have her golden dye back but done was done and unfortuneately you can't just press delete and startover.
She dropped her gaze and continued drawing in silence. Minutes passed, and soon a half hour had passed.
Camilla just sat there drawing, trying to ignore his eyes on her. He seemed very disbelieving of her wordsand looked as if he was deep in thought.
"Im Camilla by the way" She mumbled, trying to be polite atleast.
"Eric." was the short answer. He really pissed her off, was it on purpose? She askeed herself, gritting her teeth in annoyance.
"Pleasure to meet you too" Camilla mumbled, not sure if she meant it.
::Timeskip::
Camilla hadn't gotten a chance of talking to the blonde Telepath, so Camilla suspected Isabel just used that as an excuse to to keep her near.
She had been up all night and even now, when it had been hours since the vampires 'went under ground', she was still awake and unable to sleep.
She was humming,still lying on the couch.
Wondering if that blonde Telepath was doing hadn't gotten her name but she did know that she would be infiltrating that maniac's church.
Camilla yawned and her head slumped down, the 25 hours without sleep finally catching up to her.
::Timeskip::
Camilla awoke by the voices of angry vampires and she looked around, dazed. Didn't understand what was happening. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with the backs of her hands in that childish way and suppressed a yawn. What time was it?
By the looks on the vampires faces, Camilla didn't feel like asking and she just shrugged it off, got onto her feet and toddled into the kitchen to get herself some food.
She barely got to eat and brush her teeth before the vampires were getting ready to get going. She was going to that church?
Since Isabel without doubt was going, was she to be brought aswell? Camilla didn't hope so, She didn't want go on rampage on the annoying Christians.
Revised
Oof :3 Sorry for dropping the story here buut I just felt like being mean .'
A/N: Im like all ecstatic here lotsa people have read my story already and its been up for like 2 days :3 And specially you reviewers are loved. Come one lovely readers :3 Leave me a review and tell me if you like it, hate it.
And Just ask if there is anything neh?
The song written is the Danish Anthem btw