32 days. That is how long I have been held captive in New Orleans. New Orleans, my home?! I pace around my room for what seems like the 70th time this morning. I have memorised every detail in every nook and cranny of this house. I hear a knock on the mahogany doorframe. Klaus is there, in a plain black polo and dark wash jeans. Leaning against the doorframe with a smile on his face.
"Good morning Camille."
"Cut the bullcrap Klaus, when are we leaving?!" He sighs, and his smile fades.
"I've told you, Camille, you are in this house for your safety."
"From what Klaus? YES, I still do not know why I am even unsafe." I glare at him and walk further towards the door. "Perhaps you would like to enlighten me on whats happening in my life?" He stops learning and stands up straight. I suck in a breathe, only now do I realise how tall he is. My forehead barely grazes his chin.
"You just have to trust me, Camille" I scoff.
"Klaus I do trust you, but it can get hard when I am kept completely in the dark."
"And I know that just have faith that when it is safe for you to know, you will, okay?" I roll my eyes.
"Fine whatever, what is it that you want." he looks taken back.
"Want?" I squint my eyes at him. "Oh, right. I just came here to tell you that breakfast is ready."
"Okay." I brush past him on my way down the stairs. He smells like sandalwood.
"Camille?" I turn around.
"Yes, Klaus?" I stare at him.
"Did you want to get changed out of your nightgown, we have guests." I hear a shout of laughter from downstairs. He stares at me and I feel exposed in my lace pjs. I roll my eyes slam the door to my room. Ugh. I open my closet, thankfully I have all the clothes that I had before the tragic dinner party. Not just a few items that Klaus grabbed in a hurry. I yank out a blue camisole and some white jeans, I stand in front of my mirror and sigh at my tired reflection. I dab concealer under my eyes and a bit of blush to make me seem more...living?. I stroke some mascara on my eyelashes and walk out the door. The laughing gets louder the closer I get to the kitchen. I open the door to see Marcel sitting on the counter seats, Rebekah pouring milk into his coffee.
"I didn't think Vampires needed coffee?" He swivels around and smiles at me.
"Cami!" I grin at him. "Its good to see you again."
"Likewise. So... what brings you to the Mikaelson compound." I take a seat next to him.
"I've been officially made apart of the 'Cami O'Connell Protection squad." He laughs, I stiffen.
"And what exactly are you protecting me from?" He opens his mouth and Klaus comes into the room.
"Wait," He pauses and looks wide-eyed at Klaus. "You haven't told her?" Klaus opens and closes his mouth.
"It's not safe yet." I breathe out an angry sigh. I jump off the chair and storm out of the room. "Camille!?" I pause by the door.
"I'm leaving Klaus, going back to my apartment."
"You can not leave! It is not safe for you!" He raises his voice an octave.
"Klaus really, how do you expect me to be okay with this." My voice breaks, "You tell me that I am in danger, but you leave out all the crucial details. I am going back home. At least until you tell me whats going on." He walks towards me.
"Cami please." I look deep into his green eyes.
"This is non-negotiable Klaus, much like whoever is after me. I look over at Marcel. "It was nice seeing you again Marcel." He smiles at me but it goes so fast I am not sure it was even there. "Goodbye, everyone." Klaus parts his mouth, about to say something but I cut him off with a glare. I walk out of the room, I will get my things later.
