« For god's sake! Niklaus! I've dried of blood turning new vampires all week, what did these two do to you to deserve this unjust death" Rebekah yelled witnessing two newly turned vampires fall on the ground, only this time with a snapped necks rather than ripped out hearts, she rolled her eyes when Klaus opened the front door and threw their bodies out, he clapped his hands as if getting rid of dust and explained "this house isn't for chit-chats little sister, they are here for protection, not discussing football", Rebekah continued descending the stairs aiming for the door when she uttered "God have mercy to who ever encounter you in your shitty mood" she stepped carefully so she won't ruin her perfectly new stiletto on the two bodies scattered on the door's threshold, that's when she saw in front of her; two more bodies on top of her other new Ferrari "Niklaus! I'll kill you".
Klaus entered the living room; he poured a glass of whiskey then rested himself on his favorite chair leaning his back comfortably "what's with that look brother! I've already ordered a new car to be delivered this afternoon" aiming his words to the skeptical, marveled stare of Elijah, he then reprised his words "am sorry again for your book shelf, I wasn't aiming for it, I didn't know their bodies was capable of breaking it". Klaus's apology was probably lost on its way to Elijah, who seemed enveloped in a book of some kind, a silence covered the room when Elijah suddenly spoke "it's been a week, your temper is getting shorter by the minute, I suggest you pay someone a visit soon, I've just ended reorganizing the books you've handsomely wrecked, and am sure this house won't take more of your moping" a chuckle escaped Elijah's mouth, but he soon hid it behind his hand as he continued reading his book, the silence of Klaus seemed to end as he lifted himself exiting the room "am glad you're finding this amusing brother!".
It was 8 pm when Klaus entered the full crowded Rousseau's, he found it more appropriate to get in from the back door so he won't get noticed, he passed few tables when he glimpsed the bar, a not so strange couple were chatting fondly at an intimate proximity, one behind the counter, and the other sitting on the stool, "shut up! That was one of my favorite movies of all time" Cami shouted, punching Marcel's arm lightly, she poured another shot for him then challenged him "ok! Let's see if you can handle this mister, you won last time, but I assure you your eyes will burn at just the taste", at her notion Marcel gulped the whole drink at once without even cringing, initiating another arm punch from the astounded Camille "I can't believe it, you've must of cheated, cause I swear I've seeing full grown men cry after one sip" Marcel laughed then joked "I must be a bigger man".
If stares could kill as they say, Klaus's surely would turn bones to ash, he couldn't believe that Camille has moved on this quickly, he always held on to hope that she wouldn't at least rub it in so soon, he also felt pissed at Marcel, who conveniently took the opportunity to woo her again even after knowing the connection between them, frustration crept on Klaus's skin when he carefully listened to their conversation, the one of two important people in his life, who decided to continue their lives without him.
Klaus pulled a chair at the far back table eavesdropping on their discussion, he ordered a drink, and muffled the sounds, he didn't know why he didn't leave, but the idea of them continuing their chat elsewhere, wasn't the right thought for his agitated mind, he heard Marcel saying goodbye with a hopeful voice "so, can I count on you to bring popcorn this time, I swear I forgot last time" Camille nodded in agreement, then continued to carry out the demands of now the less crowded bar, she noticed Klaus sitting at the end of the bar with an almost finished drink, she grabbed the bottle of scotch, and approached him with a soft gleam.
"Do you need me to refresh your drink Sir!" she swung the bottle in uncertainty, she could detect how he changed his posture, he lifted himself to erase the sulking look across his face "No love, I think I've had plenty already" He calmly rejected her offer, even if he secretly wanted to drink the whole bar at a contest, she smiled inquiring "love! Do you call everybody that…I am sorry…but I think I'll have to teach it to my boyfriend".
his features changed from unreadable to slightly appalled, how could she call Marcel her boyfriend so soon, it's been only a week, a week since she declared her unofficial attachment for him, a week since she cared enough to see him for what he could be, to surrender herself despite her better judgment, those questions raced inside his head, refusing to let the evident answers rush back flooding his senses, that he was the one, who pushed her away for her own benefit, he was the one who pushed her to arms who are greatly warmer than his, to a man capable of love, and affection, but certainly not to Marcel!
"I hope he only calls you by that name love!" Klaus replied after moments of hesitation, uncertainty whether to snap Marcel's neck repeatedly, or just kill him at once, the latter was definitely out of the question, but in all probability he'll have to drain him out of blood so he can compel him to forget Camille's ever existence, who by her whole good judgment, after hearing his own words, assured him "well; am not keeping him if he doesn't, plus I don't think I'll ever find a nicer…manly guy like him!" "Am sure you will" Klaus said rising from the chair and completing his drink then whispered under his breath "it's settled then, I'll kill him".
After every thing they have been through, Camille can't believe that Klaus was still resolute to have her live a life full of lies and miss conceptions, he was acting like nothing has happened between them, no laugh was shared, and no tear was ever shed, for a man that always claimed to be the victim, he didn't appear that way when he sided her with all the people he completely ruined.
"You know! I think I've never had the best luck in men, all either douche bags, or have unresolved daddy issues…but I've never felt more deceived, as I felt from you…I really thought you were at least a bit different" Camille stated with a tense voice mixed with disappointment as she tried to stop him from leaving, her plan seemed to work as he turned his back at awe, unsure of her eccentric and out of place accusation, he approached her, horrified of what her words are actually saying "what do you mean!" he asked, his eyes searching hers, who were so remote, and revolted when she finally justified her statement "yeah! You thought you got rid of me, compelled me, but again voila!" she paused a little to gather enough breath then continued "in what world or universe for that matter, someone gave you the right to decide for others, I've never told you I was frightened, or judged you for your past, all I asked for was a chance, an attempt to be what we can…then out of nowhere you made Sophie erase my memory again, after all of this time you knew me, you still can't let go of fear…"
Her words got stopped this time by his amused objection "fear! Tell me, would you rather to be a pawn in a game I've mastered playing for a thousand year, people won't forgive me for what I did, they'll continue poisoning everything I care for, I've chose to let you go so you can have a normal life but believe me it's not out of fear" Klaus on the verge of snapping, he stepped closer then continued with a sorrowful look in his eyes "what would've you wanted me to do, the first selfless gesture I've ever showed someone, and here I am the bad guy all over again" "what about me Klaus, does my opinion means this less to you, my free will was the only thing I've ever asked of you, and you still chose to overlook it…I don't know what's worse you choosing to leave, or the fact that I don't mean anything than just a naïve bartender you can manipulate when it suits you".
Minutes of silence passed by, and Klaus was still frozen in place, admitting to his feelings was hard, but admitting them out loud was plain torture, he swallowed every bitter taste that lingered in his tongue, he never considered that he already let her down, he could easily leave the bar, and never return, but he found himself unable to move an inch, everything he wants is right in front of him, hurt and disappointed, the regular side effects of Niklaus Mikaelson.
Camille at the other hand, was facing the horrid aftermaths of a broken heart, in front of a man, who didn't only manipulated her on numerous occasions, but also showed her more warmth than she ever been met with, if Sophie didn't show her compassion that night, she would've forgot every bit of memory she has of him, every tender kiss he silenced her with when she got too analytic, every smile he put on her face, when he tried to conceive his clumsiness, she's not a weak girl, she refuse to be hurt by an insensitive ego-maniac, but odds are always against her, she always loses what she can't have in the first place, love.
"You're not a naïve bartender Camille, you're the brightest, most genuine person I ever met, I know that doesn't console you, but I would've never change anything about you…you deserve better than me! I can't hand you the happiness you deserve…" he clarified after thoroughly searched admittance.
"Yes, you're right, I don't deserve you…no! You don't deserve anyone, you always run from happiness, from any chance of peace (she laughs a little then continue) I didn't know what was I thinking that a woman of my "principles" could have a life with a douche bag that will leave her the second he feels suffocated" she spat out, her words are meant for the kill, as she deliberately chose the nastiest ones to make a point.
"Well then! I guess it's my mistake I've cared more than I should have, judging by your words, you're just bitter and hurt that you're fun ride wasn't what you expected it to be" if Klaus knew one thing, it was he knew how to taunt someone back.
"Fine! And I guess you're a chicken, little tyrant who have a massive ego that accompanies his stubborn worn out head… plus you couldn't have made me happy if you tried" Now her words challenging him to retort.
"I think I'll have a better chance with someone who doesn't get attached too easily, I for one don't need the migraines every time you take a chance at nibbling my soul" Klaus snarled, and then took a deep breath trying to hide his temper behind a wary attitude.
"C'mon, at least I managed to diagnose your irreparable… anxiety, you know the usual, fear of abandonment, daddy issues, the inability to care…yeah that sums it" Camille scoffed triumph-ably, she crossed her arms as if she rested her case.
"I find that completely preposterous coming from a schoolgirl that had nightmares for a crime she didn't even commit, and questioned her own sanity…so much for a psych major!" Klaus didn't get to finish his sentence when Camille's hand aimed for his face, now anger shooting from her green eyes, but thanks to his speedy reflexes he caught her arm mid way, and tightened his own grip on her wrist "let go of me, seriously!" Cami asked with a fierce demand, "why, so you could slap me again love! I really can't allow that" Klaus answered pulling her even closer to his face, "why don't you just admit you heaved that crap earlier to tease me!"
Camille pulled every ounce of strength to punch him in the stomach with her free hand, only her impressive force didn't do much damage as he still managed to hold her other hand intensely, she began to see that his eyes began to narrow, his smug smile showed how exactly he currently perceives her; as a pray caught willingly in his trap "I'll admit to nothing, if you're jealous, that's your problem, plus you don't control me anymore remember!" she suggested trying aimlessly to withdraw from his grip, his face is inches from hers, his alcohol-reeked breath brushing her own lips when he failed miserably to lie "I wasn't jealous, more sickened to know you lowered your standards love!".
"Uh! More of an upgrade really, you know, someone who isn't afraid of his own shadow" Camille claimed, picking at his already provoked nerves, Klaus smirked at her announcement then ordered "then I guess, I wish you a lovely life together, I just hope you don't get bored that quickly" "I don't think I'll ever get bored, on the contrary I think I'll enjoy his company even more than I did with you" after hearing her words Klaus let go of her arms and placed his hands against her back "I find that hard to believe love! Judging by the Goosebumps that are forming on you neck, I think I've never lost my touch around you" "damn it Klaus! You still think you have the slightest influence on me, you're wrong!" Camille defended herself before Klaus made his point "am I?" he seized her mouth as soon as she opened it to deny it further, she didn't budge away, but still uncertain if she should, after all, she still have a soft spot for his kisses.
"am still angry at you Klaus, don't ever think that one irrational…whatever this is, is enough to forgive you" Camille said buttoning her blouse, while Klaus looked at her amused and slightly conceited "I think I'll have to earn it than…after all, I have all time in this world".
The End.
Note: wow! I've never thought that writing multi-chapter stories are this hard, especially during exams, anyhow, for those who like it, thank you! For those who don't: bad luck, because my fascination with this couple clouded most of my writing skills, thank you for reading y'all!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just bunch of ideas, and a keyboard.
List of songs to accompany the final chapter (I don't own them):
- Flyleaf all around me/Tegan and Sarah closer/ let's fall in love by Mother Mother