Sire Lines

Chapter 26

"Oh Kol, Finn," Amelia whispered. She was in the New Orleans cemetery, standing in front of their marked grave. Tears swelled in her eyes and she got onto her knees to place flowers for them.

With everything going on, she felt the need to cry and it began a hefty sob and she leaned back and forth unable to stop. She looked up at the gray sky, and the water that secreted from her eyes reflected it in white as it stripped down her fair skin. Then, she felt water drip onto her face and realized it had begun to rain. She actually enjoyed it as it wet her hair she tossed over her shoulders, and her tears blended with the water that splashed onto her face.

"Um, excuse me," a woman called and she put her umbrella over Amelia. She opened her eyes to see Camille had shielded her. "I remember you."

"Likewise."

"Are you okay?"

"No one in a cemetery is okay," Amelia responded. She had quickly collected herself and stood. "I'll be fine... eventually."

"Why don't you talk about it over a cup of tea?" she asked and Amelia gave her a look. "Only if you want."

"I suppose," the black-haired woman agreed. Camille nodded and proceeded to keep the wide umbrella over them.

Once they reached the bar and bistro, they hung their coats and umbrella on the rack and took a squared table with two seats. Camille seemed to have known the working bartender and ordered for tea.

"If I may ask: why were you at the cemetery?" Camille spoke, adding sugar to her cup.

"My close friends passed some time ago. Unfortunately, I did not attend the funeral and decided to pay my respects," Amelia explained. She leaned back and drank the plain, hot liquid. "And you?"

"My twin brother died somewhere around here," she began. "Some people say that he went crazy in his last moments but as a psych major, the stories don't add up. I've tried to get to terms with it, but I can't."

"That's unfortunate."

"I know," she sighed. She set down her tea cup and clapped her hands once to snap out of the depressing conversation. "Anyway, did you find who you were looking for last night."

"Yes. I should have taken your warning," Amelia lightly chuckled. "It was a mess. I stumbled into things I shouldn't have."

"I won't say 'I told you so' because I've done the same thing," she laughed. "My uncle told me to stay clear of Klaus and Marcel but I got in bed with him... literally."

"Wow," Amelia dragged with a laugh. "I could say the same thing." Camille's eyebrows raised. "No, it's- never mind."

"That's fine," she nodded. "Wanna ditch this tea party and get real drinks?"

"Why not," Amelia said, and they moved to the bar. Camille was obliged to go around and shake something up.

"You know, I never caught your name."

"It's Amelia," she said.

"That's pretty," Camille grinned. "Hm, I've heard it before... but I don't remember." Amelia beamed out her peculiar words and figured Klaus had mentioned something and later compelled her to forget. "Anyway, you can call me Cami."

"Alright. And please, never call me Melee, I abhor it."

"Noted." Cami passed her a cocktail and stared her green, almost brown eyes at the drink as Amelia reached for it and drank. If her guess was right, she would react terribly to the vervain-spiked drink, and ensure her guess that she was vampire. She had asked for the worst vampires in town that could've been the reason for her brother's death and her case of lost memory.