Chapter Two

Camille woke up in her bed, the necklace he'd given her no longer in her hand. "Camille" Oscar's voice sounded sweet in her ears.

" What is this?" He asked worried. Camille sat up in bed and opened her eyes. Oscar was dangling the pendant in front of her face.

" Domorius needs a favor" Camille said with clenched teeth. Anger bubbled in her voice and Oscar could tell that she wasn't very happy. Oscar sighed, still upset at her.

" Camille, I love you more than anything but I wish you never would have done that" Oscar's voice had softened and he sat down next to her on the bed.

" Oscar, I couldn't stand another minute without you. I didn't care what it took and I still don't. As long as we are together I will do anything " Camille said resting her head on his shoulder.

" But this is practically torture for you, Camille. A fate you don't deserve" His eyes were sweet and understanding and Camille almost forgot the situation as she stared intently into them. Camille shook her head.

" It doesn't matter. This is a small price to pay for true love. Nothing could make me change my mind" Camille said. Oscar leaned in closer to Camille, his breath was warm against her cold skin. He put his hand on the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Sparks Ignited in Camille's stomach when their lips met. He held her there for a few moments longer and than he slowly pulled away, a deep look of concern in his eyes.

" ...What does he want?" Oscar asked, slowly.

" ...The stones" Camille whispered, unsure how he would react.

" But we don't even know where Maggie is!" Now Ocar was angry.

"That's what I told him. He doesn't care. In fact, I think he would love it if I failed. I'm going to get them and give them to him" Camille said straight-forward. " And Domorius having the stones back is probably the worst Idea of all! Do you know what would happen if he got them back, Camille? Do you know what he would be capable of?" Oscar's words were harsh.

"Yes. But that doesn't matter. I've made up my mind" Camille looked him in the eye. "What will happen if you fail?" Oscar wanted to know everything now but he would need to be getting to work.

" Domorius will take back your soul...and probably mine" Camille's voice had a hint of sarcasim when she spoke.

"What if I do fail? I can't imagine loosing you again. I won't loose you again. Loosing you would be the real torture!" now tears welled up in her eyes. Oscar hugged Camille. He held her there a moment and than pulled her away and looked into her eyes.

" You won't fail. I'm going to help you. Maggie probably hasn't even left the United States. We will find her and even if she doesn't want to give us the stones we will get them from her" His voice was even sweeter now and he rubbed her shoulders noticing how tense she was.

Camille smiled at him.

" Camille, I really half to go. I will see you tonight and we will figure everything out, okay?" Oscar smiled at her and pulled her in for one more kiss. The sparks reignited inside her.

" Okay "

" I love you, Camille" Oscar said as he headed for the door.

" I love you, too" Camille called.

Camille looked at the ring on her left ring finger. She remebered how Oscar had saved up for four months just to buy the ring. It was a gold band with a small diamond in the center. There were two smaller diamonds, one one each side of the bigger diamond. On the inside of the band there was an inscrpition. It was a simple ring but Camille had found more and more that she perferred this simple life than the very complicated one she had lived with her father. Her father. The whole reason why she was in this mess was because she had set out on a journey to ressurect her father. Camille remembered how she had "let him down" so to speak.

Oscar and Camille had been married for almost 8 months now.

Camille smiled as she read the inscription on the inner band of her wedding ring:

To my dearest Camille. Love always, Oscar. He probably would have said more had there been more room on the ring. Camille slipped the ring back on her finger. She shoved aside the sheets and put her feet on the floor.

If Camille wanted Oscar to remain alive she would half to figure out where Maggie was as soon as possible.