Klamille Random One Short Stories

Could Be Something More Pt 1

NEW ORLEANS

She has to see him, she has to ask for help. It was midmorning when Camille finally decided to seek Klaus and ask for help. Uncle Kieran was getting worse. The curse was taking over his mind. She has already lost her twin brother, and she is not ready to lose her uncle, too. The pain will be unbearable, and she is still mourning her brother. She hoped that Klaus was at the compound and would be able to help. Lately, he has been busy with the supernatural community. The witches and vampires were almost at war, and as usual, humans were caught in the middle.

She reached the compound and noticed some vampires having a discussion in the sitting area. Ever since her eyes were opened to the supernatural world, this was a normal sight at the compound.
She passed some vampires who noticed her presence but ignored her because she was the one human who could come and go to the compound. The vampires knew that Camille was not to be touched or else they would end up losing her heads. She headed for the stairs and went straight to Klaus's private quarters, and she found him painting in the art room alone.

"Camille, what a wonderful surprise.I wasn't expecting you," he turned to look at her and noticed that she wasn't her usual self.  She had a worried look on her face and immediately knew that something was wrong.
"It's Uncle Kieran. He is getting worse. Devina has tried everything, but she can't undo the curse, I don't want to lose him, Klaus. " her eyes were filled with tears, tears she had been holding back for the past few days. She has been trying to stay strong, but this is just too much. Klaus approached her and pulled her in his arms, consoling her. He had hoped that Devina, being the harvest girl, would be able to undo the curse, but it looks like some curses can't be undone.
After she had calmed down, Camille pulled back.

"Don't you know any other powerful witch who can help?"

"Camille, I am not sure if there is a witch powerful enough to undo the curse,"

"Please, Klaus, I am not ready to lose my uncle. His is the only family I have. What about the witch who helped you break the hybrid curse? Isn't she powerful enough to undo this curse?" She looked at him, waiting for his response.
Klaus ran his fingers in his hair. He was thinking about the possibility of having another witch try to undo Father Kieran's curse. He didn't want to give her false hope, but he also couldn't tell her that he had lived long enough to know that such curses couldn't be lifted. Well, not that he is aware of.

"I don't want to give you any false hope, but I will call her and see what she says,"

He pulled out the phone from his pocket and called the witch Greta Martin.

"Hello," said Greta

"Greta, nice to hear your voice after a long time," said Klaus

"Klaus, what can I do for you. You don't call just to say hi," said Greta

"You know me so well. I need a favour, lifting an annoying curse. Since that is your speciality, I thought that I might call you," said Klaus

"Don't tell me that you managed to get yourself cursed again," said Greta

"No. It's not me. A friend in New Orleans has found himself in a rather difficult situation, a witch put a hex on him,"

"Is he human?" asked Greta

"Yes. We have tried to seek help from another witch, but she is unable to undo the curse, " said Klaus

"Is the witch from New Orleans?" asked Greta

"Yes," said Klaus

"New Orleans witches practice ancestral magic and if the witch you asked to help you is from New Orleans, then I don't think she can do anything especially if the ancestors are involved in this and your friend being in New Orleans will only make things worse for him," said Greta