Hello again, I'd like to thank you for reading. Because it is that sort of day, and it does mean a lot. After CoLS, we need people to be nice…speaking of which, my friend Ellen read page 516 (the break up scene :'( ) at school today, even though we warned her to read it somewhere private, and she just lost it. Shaking, crying, throwing the book, what I'm pretty sure 80% of people did, Raziel love her. 3 I hope for the same of humanity they get back together in CoHF.
Camille was bored. Where was Alec Lightwood? She was so sure that he would come to her, especially after their little encounter outside the Institute. She had seen him doubt, crack, shatter before her eyes, and had loved every succulent second. Why hadn't he come to her?
Her private chambers- near the disused subway station- were dim, except for the trickle of sunlight that pooled just under a boarded-up fissure in the ceiling. She could have covered it up. After all, it could be painful if she walked through it accidentally- but alone in the hollowed out underground, Camille could gaze wistfully at it; there was no need to pretend that that she didn't miss the sun, its pounding heat on her skin, the way it doused the dancing treetops in buttery gold. She could mourn the sun, because who would know?
Not even Alec Lightwood had bothered to come.
The vampire snapped her thoughts like a rubber band. She was Lady Belcourt, and Lady Belcourt did not get sentimental, or- lonely.
There it was, the forbidden word, the one she may as well acknowledge, for there was no-one to see her slip. Camille had been so painfully, emptily lonely for centuries, centuries spent meaninglessly, living as a distraction. She was a lonely sun, orbited by planets that never came close or touched, that no-one ever looked at directly for fear of being blinded.
At the center of her lonely universe, Camille burned.
Magnus Bane had loved her once. Maybe he could learn to again, and perhaps this time, she could learn to love him back. Once her plan for Alexander Lightwood was enacted, of course. It would take time for Magnus to heal, but he would- they had eternity after all.
Before the silly sentimental fancies, Camille had been plotting. Her own deviousness caused a thin, tight smile to lick across her lips. Ah, there she was, Lady Belcourt. A classical track filled the spacious room, still a little greyish despite her best efforts to brighten it with elegant, blood-red furniture and decorations, somehow chilly-looking, though the vampire felt neither heat nor cold.
She set down her book- Russian literature that Magnus had once enjoyed, but failed to enthral her- and concentrated further on her plan.
It was an elaborate plan, one that would affect many, and required a considerable amount of effort to guarantee its intended outcomes, yet Camille was confident in her success. After all, she always got what she wanted, and right now she wanted company, revenge and power. From several different people.
And what could give her all of these things? The Manhattan vampire clan.
The lust for Raphael Santiago's blood, the bittersweet taste of vengeance, was burning in Camille's throat, stirring her sluggishly flowing blood into boiling rivers in the veins that snaked across her smooth, blank skin.
She needed to feed…
Camille didn't know whether she could slaughter Raphael. She was more cunning, ruthless, experienced, but he was protected by the clan, not enough of which were loyal to her anymore. But someone could, someone more than capable of getting him alone, and ending him, and slotting right into her plan. She could make Alexander kill that rat Santiago, and make him think that she would give him what he longed for in return.
Not long ago, she would have sent Walker and Archer out to do the dirty work… the memory of them sent a chill to Camille's unbeating heart. Poor things. The vampire stretched out her long, lily-white limbs. She needed a new subjugate, new blood. Specifically, Alec.
Naturally, she would enjoy playing with him for a little longer; she loved a challenge, especially when it resulted in the breaking of a shadowhunter, and he was so passionate. She adored messing with him- his emotions were gorgeously wild, which for an immortal was a precious thing, they amused her to no end.
All the more fun to destroy him.
Camille's smile was truly vampiric, needle-thin fangs just grazing the plume of her blood-red bottom lip.
The best part was that the Clave could take no action, as she could pass it off as Alec's need to be immortal for Magnus. Being subservient, he would of course tell them it was the truth. What a good pet.
He was appropriately beautiful for such beautiful revenge- revenge on the shadowhunters who had chained her and killed her subjugates, revenge on the Daylighter, through Isabelle, whose betrayal had led to that, and revenge most of all on Magnus Bane. Carrying on with shadowhunters again; disgusting.
Over their many years apart, she hadn't thought of him much, he had been wonderful for a time but after that nasty business with the Herondale boy- it was only after she returned to New York, where he lived, that Camille had started to miss him.
She had been in Germany, seeking power. The power she had left when she abandoned the Manhattan clan decades before. Alas, she found the vampires in Berlin distastefully close to the shadowhunters for her liking. Those uppity angel spawn think they own everything, she had thought, but they do not.So Camille had returned to her clan in New York, only to encounter Santiago in that festering hotel. Ugh.
The sooner the plan was enacted, the better.
I know, no lemon. It will happen though, I promise. Pinky promise.
Please review, unless you want Alec to be a subjugate, mwa ha ha!
Love China. xxxxxx