"Camille?"
"up here." I hear a whoosh and then a knock. Klaus pokes his head around the door of the attic.
"Now what would you be looking for in a room filled with trash, love?" He gestures around the boxes of miscellaneousness things.
"Just looking." for some reason we aren't clicking, the usual banter, the smirks. It isn't happening.
"Do you mind me asking you a personal question Camille?" I stiffen. What the hell.
"Sure Klaus, what is it?" I expect some weird rubbish about my response to his history with Caroline. I wouldn't even know how to answer that. He walks in the room and sits down on a box full of photographs.
"My brother, Finn. What do you think of him?"Not what I was expecting.
"I-" don't know how to phrase it. "He makes me wary." Klaus' eyes widen.
"Wary?" He prompts. I sigh.
"I don't get how he lives with himself. He tried to massacre your family. Just before he tried to get me to turn on you, on your family. He claimed that I, like him, have been dredged through the Mikaelson mud, that we were unwillingly made apart of your family drama. Put in harm's way, again and again, sacrificed ourselVes for this family..." I trail off, I don't know where I am going with this. Klaus stares at me.
"Is that how you feel Camille? That you are being dragged through the Mikaelson drama, unwillingly?" I pause, part of me says yes.
"He makes me scared Klaus, in a way that the rest of your family never has." I reach my hand out and lightly grasp his arm. He looks down at it with a look of confusion then smiles. "When I am put in danger the majority of the time I have put myself there. Sure I never asked to meet your family, I never asked to be a part of all this." I motion around me. He looks pained. "But I'm glad I'm a part of it, because if I wasn't. I wouldn't know you or your family. I would be living a boring life as a simple bartender. Blissfully unaware of what was going on in my hometown."
"Camille, you would never lead a boring life." His eyes twinkle.
"Perhaps not, but it sure as hell wouldn't be as interesting as the life I'm living right now. I wouldn't give this up" He smirks, his face falls.
"However, I don't want you to feel as though you are a prisoner." he touches my hand ever so slightly. "If it ever got too much and you wanted an out..." His eyes say it all.
"No, Klaus. I think I'm good." I smile and rub his shoulder. He gets up and my hand falls limply to my side.
"We leave in an hour." I nod, he whooshes out and pauses by the door. "Camille, should Finn ever make you uncomfortable again, confide in me." He looks back at me one last time before leaving. I smile to myself. Klaus Mikaelson, who'd have thought he would care for a human?
