Dependent - The Originals

1.9

Music played, drinks were drinking, the closed casket placed in the centre, next to it candles lit by the picture frame of Camille and her uncle. At the back in the booth sat Klaus, sad and defeated.

Camille joined him in the booth, "Hey, Earth to you."

"Your face..." Klaus pointed out as he looked up.

Camille assured him "Will heal. Listen, I wanted to thank you."

Klaus interrupted her "Unless you come equipped with means to fill this," he lifts up his empty glass to her face." No additional platitudes are necessary."

"Ok. I'm in a crap mood because my uncle just died, and people are partying like it's Mardi Gras. What's your excuse?" Camille asked, "Klaus seriously what's going on?"

"I've been having these dreams, about my dead father. No diagnosis necessary, love. I've already got this one covered." He claimed. "My fears of fatherhood of scarring my child, as my father scarred me are manifesting as nightmares. So horrifically, cliché."

"Truthfully I'm just surprised to hear you acknowledge out loud that you are going to be a dad." Camille exclaimed "Your baby mama's been living in the bayou for months. It's not exactly what to expect when you're expecting." Klaus looked away to see Marcel walk into the bar.

"I know more about the trials of fatherhood than you might imagine, Camille." Camille looked towards Marcel.

"And it worked out so well for you the first time. Why change a thing?" Camille left the booth and walked off.

*

After Marcel gave a toast, Camille got emotional and walked out of the main bar to the kitchen. Taking deep breaths, calming herself down. "Hard isn't it?" A voice spoke from the corner of the room, the low lighting and the big shadow stopped Camille from seeing the person, but the voice helped her recognise. "But I guess you'd be familiar with the feeling already? Since this happened before"

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be off somewhere on the other side of the world hiding?" Cami asked, still unable to see the person.

"When did you get so sassy?" The sound of heels hitting the wooden floor gave away her position, Amelia walked out of the shadow slightly just so Cami could see her. Looking Cami in the eyes, she offered her a sad smile. "You have my condolences, Camille. Sorry for your lost."

"Why don't you come out more? Scared someone else will see you?" Cami asked.

"I just got back an hour ago. Didn't want to steal the spotlight from the Priest lying other there." She sarcastically smiled, obviously lying to her. Camille looked at her with disbelief.

"Wow, how charming. I appreciate the thought." Camille gave her the sarcasm back. She turned her back towards her for a second, wiping away the last of her tears.

"Well, I already stayed too long. It's going to be a busy period that's for sure." Amelia mentioned.

"Why? Are you here to murder someone?" Cami sarcastically asked. However, the smirk that appeared on Amelia's face, told her that whatever she was planning is as devious as her.

Amelia looked at Cami with murderous intentions. She leaned on the table slightly and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, you know. I have monsters to see, humans to kill, I might be able to fit in a drink with an old friend as well." She winked at her, stood up straight and stuffed her hand into her pockets. Cami looked at her with fear, "Don't you worry that pretty head of yours, love. It's not you time to die." Then she walked back to the shadow in the corner of the room and suddenly Cami didn't hear her heels clicking on the floor.