Chapter Three

Camille hurried down the street on her way to the post office. If Maggie had sent her anything it would be there seeing as Camille nor Oscar had gone to get their mail for two or three weeks. Camille opened the door and stepped inside.

" Hello, How may I help you?" The postman asked Camille has he looked up from his work.

" Hello, I would like to collect my mail. My name is Camille Kildare" She said. Camille still wasn't used to her new last name but she loved the way it sounded.

" Finally. You haven't been in to pick up your mail for two weeks" The man was clearly adgitated. He slammed a pile of 5 or 10 letters on the counter.

"I was getting close to throwing it out if you didn't come soon, you know!" the man didn't sound very happy. She picked up the mail and shoved it in her bag.

" Thank you" Camille said as she left the post office. Camille walked quickly, she was almost sprinting.

Once she made it home she dumped the mail on the table and began to sort through it. There at the bottom of the stack was a letter-from Maggie! Camille was quick to peel it open and began to read.

My dear friends Oscar and Camille,

How have you been? Is everything going well? I heard that you shut your father's bussiness down, Camille. I'm so sorry to hear that. How is life going?

I am doing well. I'm living in a town called Charlottesville, Virginia. It is a lovely town full of kind people and some of my family members. I am staying at my great Aunt's house in her spare bedroom. She has a gorgeous two story house with lots of rooms. My Aunt has lots of money as well as rooms.

As you may have guessed I am still protecting the stones. I carry them with me at all times knowing that there are still people looking for them and hunting me down for them. I worry every night that someone, or something will break into my room and steal the stones from me. Since I have been living here I have seen at least two couriers. One of them did, in fact, try to kill me but he didn't stand a chance. I snapped the pendant around his neck. He had stabbed my shoulder with a knife. A minor injury if you ask me. Another one was following me today and even though he didn't make any moves I chased him down an alley and he snapped the pendant off of himself, affraid of me. He must have thought that I could rekill him or something because he was terrified. I know Domorius wants the stones and I will never let him have them.

That's part of the reason why I would like to visit. For one, I haven't seen either of you since the wedding and I was wondering if I might come and visit in about two months. If I don't hear anything from you I will assume that it would be okay for me to visit. Even if you don't want me to come I will. Anyways, I must be going seeing as I am very busy. I will see you two weeks after this letter arrives.

Your Dear Friend,

Margaret(Maggie) Starbuck

So Domorius had sent couriers to fetch the stones. Camille should have known. She wondered if Maggie knew that he had brought Camille into the underworld and was forcing Camille to fetch the stones, even though she "owed" him. She hated the thought of owing Domorius of all people a favor. Not just one, but three.

Camille knew Maggie would never let Domorius have the stones. She didn't know what she was going to do. Camille had to get the stones. Otherwise Oscar was a goner. And Camille doubted that Domorius would even let her leave the underworld, especially with how angry he was at her...still. Camille had "intruded" twice and she had stole the death stone from him.

Camille couldn't understand why Domorius hadn't needed a favor from her before. She thought for sure that he would have almost immediately wanted the stones back. But no. Domorius waited until the "perfect" time to have her fetch them. But what made this time so "perfect"? Than Camille's heart sank. Oscar. She had gotten taste of what it was like living with the one man she truly loved.

Domorius thought that if they were already married than that would drive Camille harder to accomplish the task. He was right. Camille was more driven than ever. It wasn't just the thought of loosing Oscar. She would be loosing her husband. Just the thought of living without Oscar made her want to cry. How did he figure that out?

Now Camille hated him even more, if she could.

Than Camille looked at the envelope. Maggie would arrive in three days. Camille didn't care about the rest of the mail. most of it was letters from family and friends. Nothing too Important compared to Maggie's letter.

Camille ran out the door and headed toward the wharf where Oscar worked. Camille probably should have waited until he got home that night but she didn't care. She saw him standing with his back turned to her, enthralled in his work.

" Oscar!" Camille called. Oscar turned around, a smile on his face. Oscar pulled camille in for a hug crushing her in his embrace. Oscar put his hands on her waist. " Maggie sent a letter. She will be here in three days" Camille told him.

" See, things will be easier than we expected!" Oscar said with enthusiasum in his voice.

" Not exactly" Camille replied.

" What do you mean, Camille?" Oscar asked her, sensing the doubt in her voice.

" well, in the letter Maggie mentioned that she had been attacked by couriers. She knows that Domorius wants the stones and she said that she would NEVER give them to him" Camille's shoulders sunk. her voice had turned to a whisper at the mention of Domorius' name. One sailor walked up to Camille.

" You mean Domorius as in...the lord of the dead?" The sailor asked, his voice shaky. Camille paled, unsure what to say. She looked to Oscar for support but he was equally stumped. After a short moment Oscar spoke.

" No! Why would you think that!" Oscar snapped at him. The sailor smiled, waved his hand as if to shrugg the question off and backed away. Everyone who knew Oscar knew that he had a short temper and that it often got the best of him.

" trust me Camille, we will get the stones from Maggie" Oscar's doubtless voice reassured Camille completely. She smiled at Oscar. Oscar pulled her in for a long, meaningful kiss. Some of the sailors around them looked up from their work. Oscar pulled away.

" You should get home now, Camille. I have work to do" Oscar said.

"I Love you" Camille said as she turned to leave. Oscar returned to his work. As Camille walked away she heard a few of the sailors comments about her.

" So thats the infamous Mrs. Kildare aye, Oscar? You were right. She is amazing" One sailor said.

" I hope I find a girl just as lovely" a young sailor chimed in. He was probably about 17.

"I would love to have a woman like her. I bet she's great! Ya know?...In..." The sailor shut up seeing Oscar's expression change from a content look to completely pissed off. Oscar glared at the man with complete hatred.

"Well, is she?" The man prompted. It was the same man who had asked about Domorius. Camille's cheeks reddened, embarrassed by the remark. She stopped walking as people all around looked at her. A few passers by heard the comment and realized that he was talking about Camille. When she looked back toward Oscar he had the man pinned to the ground and had already gotten a few good punches in. He punched the man in the gut once more.

"What right do you think you have to talk about my wife like that!?" Oscar was angry. Oscar dragged the man up by his arms and threw him as hard as he could into the ocean.

" What a scum" Oscar said, teeth clenched. Oscar watched as the man swam closer to shore.

"If you ever make a comment about Camille again you won't have a stomach to punch!" Oscar yelled as the man climbed ashore.

"S..Sorry. I..it won't happen again" The sailor said, scared to peices.

"It better not" Oscar added, giving him an angry look.

"Your a lucky man, Kildare. I would give anything for such a lady. " the first sailor replied, looking over at Camille.

Oscar looked up at her and smiled, "I know" He said. Hearing that made Camille smile as well.