The Blood of the Night (CAMREN)

2

Hi everyone! Today is a Sunday, so here is chapter 2 as promised.

Enjoy!

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When Camila  woke up, she was feeling awful. Her eyelids were heavy and stuck to her eyes, her bones were limp, everything hurt. She groaned and forced her eyes open, putting a hand on her head where the vampire had hit her.

She pushed herself to try and sit up, but a strong, yet soft hand pushed her down with pressure on her shoulder.

"Lay still. You need to rest."

The brunette turned to see who the voice belonged to, and her eyes widened when she recognized the woman. It was the vampire leader. The same one they had been trying to kill.

"What happened?" Her voice was full of sleep and pain.

The other brunette pushed a strand of Camila's hair behind her ear. "You got knocked on the head and have been out for a few hours."

The human was taken aback by the show of affection coming from the vampire, and the sudden feeling of her cold fingers brushing the skin of her face. What exactly was going on?

Suddenly she realised that she was a hunter in a house full of vampires she came here to kill, and she was still alive. How funny.

"When is my execution?"

The woman looked at her as if she had just seen a ghost. Camila felt uncomfortable.

"I mean...If you kept me alive, you surely want to do it in front of them all. I just...If I can ask for something before I pass away, it's that I want it to be the sooner possible. Make it quick if you can. Then it will be over."

The leader growled loudly, a sound coming straight from her chest, her lips uncovering her sharp fangs as she adopted a protective gesture towards Camila.

"No one will touch you Camila. No harm will come to you as long as I'm alive."

The brunette was frozen. She looked at that monster, vowing to protect her, and she couldn't understand anything she was saying.

"Wh-What? Why?"

Her green eyes looked at the human's pale hand and she took them between her own.

"You're my one true mate, Camila. I knew it as soon as I laid my eyes on you."

She met the other woman's brown gaze.

"I'm still very upset with you for trying to kill me and ordering your people to slaughter mine, but I forgive you. You'll have to work hard for my trust, though."

Camila shivered. I just did that because I'm disgusted, that's all. Not because a beautiful...No. A monster just said I was her mate.

"I don't want your trust. I hate you. you are a fucking monster, and you deserve to die !"

A mask as cold as stone took the warm and gentle one's place on the vampire's face.

"Well, too bad. I'm not letting you go."

With that she just stood up and took her leave, leaving a very shocked Camila behind.

A few days later, the healer told Camila she was allowed to leave her room and walk around the house. She wasn't fully healed yet but she would be soon, and she was going to escape at all costs. The leader hadn't come to see her since their last conversation, and she was trying to convince herself she was happy about that.

She walked down the stairs, carefully eyeing the vampires she crossed the way of, who were looking at her strangely too. What. Have you never seen a human? You want my picture?

As those thoughts crossed her mind she heard a snort, and turned to see a little girl holding her mouth to contain her laughter.

"We have seen humans before. You're the Commander's mate, that's why they look at you." She said, as if it was completely logical and Clarke was stupid.

The brunette didn't answer. Can she like...read minds?

"I can, actually, it's my gift!" She said excitedly. "I'm Arlie, by the way." She then waved her hand and left the woman there.

Camila shook her head and went in search of her friends. She arrived in a very big living room. A dark-skinned woman with short black hair and tattoos on her face was sitting on the sofa next to a young blonde boy, they were watching TV. They all looked pretty normal, if you didn't pay attention to the stillness.

She continued her little exploration and arrived in the kitchen. Taking in her new surroundings, she felt her eyes widden.

"Ally?"

The woman turned at her voice and grinned when she saw her.

"Camila! Are you okay?"

They hugged and then Camila started with her questions.

"I'm fine. Where are the others?"

"Daniel and Austin died during the attack, Camila. I'm really sorry."

A short silent.

"Tristan and Michael were set free two days ago. Troy is at the training ground, and Dinah is with Normani over there."

She pointed to a table in the center of the room. A dark skinned woman was sitting not very far from them, her strong hands holding a large book, Dinah on her lap.

To say Camila was confused would have been an understatement. She sat on one of the chairs, frowning.

"Wow wow wow, wait a second there. Who the hell are Troy and Normani?"

"They're vampires. Of the Harmony clan."

...

Why are you acting like it's perfectly normal to be in a house full of vampires we were supposed to kill?", she didn't let her friend enough time to answer. "And why the hell is Dinah sitting on that monster's lap?", she was almost shouting now.

"Okay, just calm down please, let me explain."

Dinah and Normani were looking at them, along with a few other vampires.

"Dinah is Normani's mate. I'm Troy's."

Camila rubbed the front of her head energetically.

"This is a nightmare right? I'm gonna wake up."

Her friend gave her a sad smile.

"You know Camila, if they didn't kill you or set you free, that means you are also the mate of one of the vampires here."

"I know", the brunette whispered.

Her friend's eyes widened.

"Really? Who is it?"

Camila looked at her, tears in her eyes, clearly fighting the bond she could feel between her and Lauren and not accepting it as easily as her friends.

"Their fucking queen."

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Thanks for reading!

Now if you liked it please don't forget to vote and comment. Don't be shy here, I really appreciate it and I'm a pretty nice person. I think.

Anyways, I'm really sorry if the first few chapters aren't that good, it actually gets better  in later chapters because they were written more recently. The first ones are like a year and a half old...And English isn't my mother tongue, which means there is always room for improvement. So yeah, if you like the story and the concept, please bear with me it gets better. :)

See you next Sunday, I love you all,

Camille.