I hop into the shower determined to get every ounce of sweat of my body. The workout seemed to drain all the energy I had. The water scalds my body and...stings? "ARGH!" I leap out of the shower and leap into my towel. It comes away red.
"Cami?! You alright?" Marcel stands outside the door. I wrap myself up in my towel again.
"Y-yup just put the water on too hot." I hear him laugh.
"Okay then." I listen for his footsteps retreating then unfold my towel to examine the damage. Definately worse than I thought, theres a gash in my side right where...right where the arrow hit me? Klaus healed it, this shouldn't be happening. I look at my pale face in the mirror. Dark bags under my bloodshot eyes. Ew. I open the cabinet and grab out the first aid kit. I don't sow the wound up, I wouldn't know how. I cover it up as best as I can and wipe away the excess blood. I walk into my room in my towel. A few minutes later I am dressed aswell as I can. I have to wear a dress so that Marcel doesn't see the bandage. I walk into the bathroom and pat some blush into my pasty skin. I line my eyes and put on some mascara. I walk down the steps clutching my side and wincing at the impact. Marcel stands by the oven adjusting the timer whilst stirring the brown mixture.
"So what's for dinner?" He keeps stirring the pot but can't quite adjust the oven at the same time. "Here let me." I walk over and he makes room. "How long?" He wipes his hands on a handtowel.
"20 minutes should do." I hold down the minute button till it reaches 20. "And we are having a Roast Chicken."
"Mhmm yum." He reaches into a cabinet and brings out a savignon blanc.
"We might want this." I feel a pang in my chest, it reminds me of Klaus. I force a smile and nod. "You sit down I'll get everything ready."
"Okay." I sink into the plush couch and flick on the T.V, theres nothing on. I watch Marcel cook for a bit until I find my eyes closing.
"Cami, Cami wake up." I jerk awake. Marcel looms over me holding a plate of food, it smells divine.
"Sorry," I stifle a yawn. He puts the plate down next to me and takes the recliner. I uncork the bottle of wine and pour us both generous glasses. I down mine and feel his eyes watching me. I stare him down with a smirk. "What." He doesn't reply and instead drinks his glass in one. I laugh. We eat in silence, when I'm finished I put my dish on the table and lean back into the couch.
"So what do you want to do tomorrow, whats our game plan?" I pour him another glass which he drinks almost as quickly as the first. Here I go again.
"Maybe we could go out? Get some fresh air?" He thinks it over for a while.
"Na, yoh know we can't do that." His words are slurred. Great. So he's drunk, but not enough to be any use. I grab his finished plate and mine and walk up to the sink. I fill it up with warm water and bubbles then plunk the dishes in. The water splashes over the edge. Oops. "I can do that." Marcel stands behind me, his long arms stretching around me to the sink. I feel his body heat radiating off him. He reeks of alcohol and blood? Wait no thats me. I look down at my dress, grey stained pink by blood on the side. I turn eound to face him and feel his lips on mine. My face heats up but he doesn't pull away. It feels wrong, I feel guilty, like I'm betraying someone. He cups my head with his hands. I pull away confused and angry. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted this."
I shake my head no.
"What gave you that impression?" He looks annoyed now. Sobered up from anger.
"Well you kept watching me cook, you put on makeup, and not to mention how dressed up you are for a dinner at home." I keep shaking my head. Is that how all my actions are perceived?
"I'm not dressing up to impress you Marcel, I'm dressing up because I have to!" Confusion creeps on to his face.
"Then why?" I breathe in, I have to tell him.
"You remember how I was shot by that arrow?" He nods. "It opened up again, the scar."
"But thats impossible, Klaus healed you."
"He did, but it re-opened in the shower."
"Can I- can I see it?" I nod but realise that this means I'll have to lift up my dress. He registers my discomfort. "Tell you what, pack your bags we'll go back to the Mikaelson's, if it's as bad as you say Freya can help." I nod and make my way back up the stairs holding my side. I walk into my room and zip up my bag, I never unpacked it fully. I think a part of me knew that I wouldn't be staying at Marcel's for very long. I get dressed. Into pants and a polo. Marcel knocks on the door. "You ready?"
"Yup." He walk inside and grabs my bags.
"One last thing before we go. Don't mention what happened to Klaus okay? I don't want to get my neck snapped."
"I'm confused, why would it matter?"
"Well you know Klaus, he doesn't like things getting in the way." Huh, what does that mean, wait, oh okay. I nod slowly.
"Okay so lets go."
Two scary rides later we are standing outside of the Mikaelson compound.
Klaus stands outside with Freya next to him. Marcel walks on through and claps him on the back. I wait behind.
"Hello Camille."
