Camilla groaned at the sound of voices, her conscience returning slowly.
Pain was pricking around in her head and even though she was lying down and had her eyes closed, it felt as if the world was rocking like on a boat. After a moment of trying to dispel her extreme dizziness Camilla gave up and opened her eyes. Darkness was all she saw.
" Godric?"She said, her voice small and to her dismay it sounded scared.
She couldn't see and she guessed that it was because of the huge amount of light that her eyes had been forced to endure, and the inability to see who surrounded her awoke the paranoia that had been haunting her since the day Stan attacked her.
" Yes, little one?" was the answer and Camilla sighed in relief at the sound of his voice.
She reached her hand out, trying to use her hand to find out where he was. A cold hand took hers and Camilla frowned, fear creeping into her mind and sped up her heart. " I can't see!" Camilla whispered, she didn't trust her voice cause she could feel the sobs form in her throat.
Silence was the only answer she got and Camilla struggled to get up,but to no avail, she couldn't see what to use as support and she couldn't see if she would bump into something. "Could you help me a bit?" She asked, blushing in embarrassment. Asking for help was what Camilla hated the most, even though she was only 15 she took pride in the independence she had and she always saw the whole asking for help thing as a weakness.
"Certainly, ma petite",
She got into a sitting position and when the back of her knee felt as though someone was digging in there with their fingers. "..somethings wrong with my knee"she groaned, gritting her teeth as she tried not to scream and thus deafen all the vampires.
"Your knee?" Godric repeated as he ran his cool fingers across her cheek comfortingly.
"Its weak after a match in some tournament and my minisc and the strings in my knee were almost severed...It wasn't properly trained up after half a year of not walking on it so the docter said the slightest kick or just a bit too much pressure could sever it all...I think thats what happened"Camilla whispered, tears welling up in her eyes and dragging paths down her face.
She shook her head in anger. Not at anyone, just herself. Angry cause she was whining like a kid. She wasn't kid so why was she whining?
"Damn it!" She cursed to herself, "My neighbour had 7 fractures on his spine, he is still walking and still doing karate, so why the fuck am I acting this pathetic?" Camilla growled, scolding that she was drowning herself in selfpity.
Camilla just sat there, staring down into darkness. Suddenly cool arms wrapped around her and she felt lips upon her hair, "Ssh, ma petite, Ill take care of it"
Even if the words were low, Camilla had no trouble hearing them. Since her sight was disabled, her hearing was heightened. Confusion appeared onto her face and was just about to ask what he meant, when the sound of fangs flicked and a moment after something was pressed against her lips. A liquid substance coating them and slipping down her chin. "Drink."was the silent command and Camilla could do nothing but obey.
Her tongue flicked out, experimenting. The taste of the liquid was rich and sweet and so very powerful. After a few more of her experimental licks, she grabbed his wrist unconsciously and sucked like a hungry newborn babe. Humming in pleasure as the soothing substance slid down her throat and she registered a moan somewhere but right there, at that moment, she couldn' figure out why and from whom it came.
And then, the wrist was gone and Camilla slumped back down, falling unconscious again
~0~
Camilla groaned when sleep finally released its hold on her. Sore muscles were gone, no sore neck from sleeping in awkward positions as usual. No, she was feeling so good. Better than she had for long, she forced her eyes open and though they were slightly blurred for awhile, she could not recognize the room she was in, She frowned and rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hand like a tired kitten.
When the rubbing didn't help Camilla sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and nibbled on it thought fully. What was the last thing she remembered? The Wellington's, That vampire who assaulted her, Violence on some priest, Isabel, Godric, Eric and an explosion.
She sucked in a breath as the surprise and terror hit her. Her lips trembled and her mind ridden of all rational thinking, she slipped between the sheets and placed her bare feet upon the floor, a little secure on them for a moment but she ignored it and shuffled through the room only to find Eric and Godric talking together in a language she recognised as Norse, but it was a strange from of it. She frowned - maybe it was from their time?
She pulled her attention from her wondering and focused on the words. It wasn't her own language and she didn't quite get all the words but she understood the overall meaning.
"Hvorfor gjorde du gi henne blodet, hun er bare et enkelt menneske" Eric hissed, obviously upset. ( Why did you give her your blood? She is just a human!)
Then the calm soothing sound of Godric's voice reached her ears. "Hun har hjulpet oss, og vil du virkelig la en ung jente blind? En ung jente som har blitt angrepet av typen våre og deretter føre til hun var i huset mitt, mistet hun synet? Er du virkelig så kald,barn?" The disapproving tone was obvious even to Camilla and she looked down, uncomfortable by the fact that she was listening in on their private conversation. They didn't know she understood but they knew she was there, she didn't doubt that. She wasn't naïve. (She has helped us, and would you really leave a young girl blind? A young girl who has been attacked by our kind and then cause she was in my house, she lost her sight? Are you really that cold, child? )
The answer came raptly and the harshness in the words made her blood boil. She wasn't worthless!
"Det behøvde ikke å være din blod, Godric! Hun er ingenting annet enn en verdiløs dødelig. Det kunne vært Isabels eller noen andre unge vampyr" (It did not have to be your blood, Godric! She is nothing but a worthless mortal. It could have been Isabel's or some other young vampire)
Camilla wanted to snarl at him but she suppressed the urge and pushed up the door that had only been partly closed and toddled over to the couch where they were sitting. She dumped down and pulled her legs up under her, embracing her knees and rested her chin upon her knee.
" Feeling better, ma petite?" Godric asked, a gentle smile on his lips and Camilla couldn't help but smile back. He was just so nice, she could hug him all the time. She knew he had done many bad things but as the teenager she was - not all things were put into calculation.
"Yes, Thanks a lot Godric. Im feeling better than I have been for a while!" The girl answered, her warm gaze resting upon his handsome fce and when Eric came with a sound, she shifted the gaze upon him but as she shifted it turned icy and the smile that adorned her lips faded.
His only reaction was a raised eyebrow.
" Though my wakening wasn't all that nice" She mumbled as she let go of her knees and leaned back into the comfy couch.
"Oh, Why so, dear one?" Godric asked, concern appearing on his face.
Camilla just shook her head dismissingly and gazed to the left, not answering.
Eric growled. " Answer, Human!"
Camilla turned her head, the rage from before returning and she snarled at him. " Maybe I dont appreciate being talked about like that!"
Godric frowned, and tilted his head. " Like what?"
"Like the two of you just did! Norse isnt that hard a language and I am not fond of being called worthless!"
Tears of anger started forming and she hissed and stared at the ceiling for a moment before she fastened her gaze upon Eric. "You may have lived more then 10 times my age, but that does not make you more worth than me! Enough people have called me that for seven life times and the last one who did ended up with his neck beteen my hands, so pissed of that I wanted to see to see him dead. So please do keep your opinions of my worth to yourself!"
Godric frowned deeply " You understood what we said?" He repeated, as if unsure he had heard right.
"Oh come on. Im Danish, any proper Dane would be able to understand that! and Im sorry for listening to your conversation but its kind of hard to ignore when you are being talked about... Hm And I who thought badmouthing belonged to the 13 year old pre-teen girls who can't figure out to treat the people around them properly" Camilla mumbled, staring at Eric as she spoke the last sentence.
Eric looked as if he wasn't comprehending the happenings. She wondered that if he wasn't who he was, would his jaw be hanging on his chest by now? And Godric looked perplexed and somewhat guilty as if he felt bad for the things Camilla had heard.
She took a deep breath and huffed. " Eric, Honestly. The only word matching for you is Juvenile! You'r past a thousand from what Ive been told and yet you act less mature than some of the kids much younger than me, granted they've not had it easy but still. You should think that a thousand years of existence would have granted just some wisdom but apparently not. How is that even possible?. Damn it! - Humans dont live a tenth part of your life and yet they seem to understand more than you do.. Haha! A thousand year old vampire acting like a pre-teen girl! .. Joke of the freakin century"
"Du avsky meg og gjør meg kvalm, men vet du hva? Du er ikke verdt det." Camilla spat after she got onto her feet and stormed past them and to the door that obviously was the way out since it was only door with a peep hole on it. (You disgust me and make me sick but you know what? You aint worth that. )
And there, left on the couch was two stunned vampires. Eric's eyes were wide and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Beside him was Godric, A scowl on his handosme face and guilt and disapproval obvious aswell. He looked at his child and his gaze was sorrowful and disappointed. " Vi virkelig såret henne, jeg kan føle hennes smerte og hennes sinne og hvor voldelige hennes sinne er!" The vampire mumbled, pressing a tattooed hand to the heart that had not beat since before the age of Vikings.(We really hurt her, I can feel her pain and her anger and how violent her anger is! )
Eric shrugged " So? I meant what I said" He mumbled and was just about to get onto his feet and leave, so he could get ready to rest for the day when a growl was heard just beside him. Eric frowned and looked down at Godric, The handsome teenage face was turned into a scowl and he stared into Eric cobalt eyes, letting him know of how angry he really was. " YOU WILL APOLOGIZE Or I will as your Maker be forced to punish you!"Godric growled out and in a flash - he was gone, off to find and try to console the young girl who carried his blood in her veins.
~0~
Godric found her, finally. He had followed her scent 4 floors up and when he caught sight of her, he halted. She was sitting all curled up in a corner. Still only dressed in the night shirt that Isabel had changed her into while she was unconscious. The salty scent of tears clung to her and she was still crying though every time tears slipped down her cheeks, she dried them away with an angry movement of her hand. Biting her trembling bottom lip stubbornly as if she was trying to hold back sobs. Guilt welled up in him and he slowly moved nearer. Treading carefully so he wouldn't scare the girl.
But something must have alarmed her cause she looked up from her lap and she stared at him, tears now running freely down her cheeks, Then it seemed as if it took a moment for her to register who it was before her and then.. She turned around in her sitting position and stared at the wall. " Go away!" She mumbled, rubbing her cheeks harshly.
"Ma petite.." He spoke, his voice soft and laced with guilt.
Her only reply was a shake of her head.
"Please, do listen to what I have to say."
No Reply was given.
Godric sighed in defeat and sat down beside her.
"You don't feel like talking about this hmm?"
A shake of her head again and Godric ran a cool finger across her cheeks that instantly turned even more rosy by his touch.
He couldn't help but smile at it but in the end he grabbed her, and easily pulled her into a caring embrace.
"Then how about you tell me about your home? You seem to miss it."
A/N Im Sorry Darlings that this took so long buut.. My laptop refuses to let me recharge battery so its gonna be fixed.. Itl take a while and until then Im stuck with this shitty laptop -'
Reviews, Please? . They kind of fuel my writing so If you want the next cahter ..then Gimme.. atleast 4 more Reviwes :o Come on,.. Its only 4 . (Pout) Now..I have to go to bed . Screw winter..It always gets me sick .'