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Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Oct 16, 2014 21:36:05 GMT -6
He'd agreed to meet Cammie to speak about the on going war between himself and the witches, only because he needed to warn her about his father. If he was set free, there was a high chance her life could be lost in the crossfires and it would be the last thing he wanted. Marcel cared for her, but deep down so did he. Klaus had always found her intriguing and different. She had been his friend when it seemed no one else would, she trusted him--to an extent. But all the less, she had never betrayed him even when she had the ample opportunity to do so. She'd proven to be a trustworthy alliance and he owed it to her to protect her from his savage father.
Taking another sip of his coffee, he looked out the window of the small coffee shop in the Quarter and saw her approaching. His lips curved up into a genuine smile and he rose from his seat to greet her as she got to the table. "Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat." He suggested, motioning his hand to the empty chair opposite him at the table.
Post by Cami O'Connell on Oct 17, 2014 6:54:06 GMT -6
Cammie walked down the Quarter toward the cafe to meet Klaus. He had finally agreed to her request sent through Elijah. Her stomach twisted nervously as she rehearsed her speech in her head. She needed to step away from vampire, witch and werewolf business and refocus on her education. To help people was deeply a part of her fabric, but she needed to help human people, the ones who wanted to be helped- who could be helped. But why was she so nervous about breaking the news to Klaus. She wasn't this affected when she told Marcel- and she was sleeping with him.
She pulled open the door to the quite shop, the jingle of the bell announced her arrival. Sweeping across the patrons, she spotted Klaus boldly sitting in front of the window as if he were welcoming the werewolves to notice.
She smiled a greeting to Klaus before she sat across from him. "Thank -you- for seeing me." she said softly. She gave her order to the server when he stepped up and waited for him to leave before continuing. "Klaus," She looked down at his hand on the table and gently placed hers over it. "I wanted to say how sorry I am about your baby." Her eyes filled with true sorrow at his loss.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Oct 17, 2014 9:17:13 GMT -6
He looked down at her hand on top of hers and his expression softened for a nomen before turning hard. She was still in the dark about the truth and he briefly thought about how angry she'd been when and if she found out he'd lied to her. She was a woman of compassion and if she knew the truth she'd think he used her, tricked her yet again.
Pulling his hand back from underneath hers, he looked away from her and swallowed, his jaw set with agitation for a moment. "Thank you for your condolences."
He paused briefly, his eyes flicking back to look at her again. "I have received word that you required a word. Is that all you wanted was to express your heartfelt sorrow for my loss?" He was more snappy than he wished to be but it was the only way he could be when he didn't know how to respond. He sighed, disappointed with the way he spoke to her. So much was going on with his parents being back and wanting him dead..."Camille, I know this is your home and I've tried to get you to leave once...but things have changed. Recent developments have made me question your safety..." He met her eyes, reading her facial expressions.
Post by Cami O'Connell on Oct 17, 2014 10:22:17 GMT -6
She swallowed and put her hand back in her lap as if it had been burned. She shouldn't have been surprised at his reaction. Klaus was not used to people showing him any true sensitivity. She let out an exasperated sigh. "You know, Klaus, not everyone has an ulterior motive. And while I can't know what you are going through to have lost a child you never got to know, I do know the pain of loss and I just wanted to..." She shook her head at herself. Why she felt compelled to extend herself to him, she couldn't understand. But, she had always been drawn to the broken. And Klaus was so broken that he held himself together by keeping everyone else out.
She sat back against the chair and folded her arms and tilting her head slightly. "Well, you don't have to worry about my safety." She threw his snippy tone back at him. She couldn't help it, he always brought it out in her. "I've decided to refocus on my studies and complete my certificate. I can't keep getting sucked in to all this...." she looked out the window and lowered her voice as she looked back at him. "All this vampire business."
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Oct 17, 2014 11:16:23 GMT -6
Klaus could tell he had hurt her feelings and regretted being so cold to her. But he couldn't let her in and feel the pain of it when she turned on him. They always did, why would she be different? "I know I have upset you and I am sorry. I do not wish to talk about my losses as I am trying to move forward. No time to grieve when our enemies are multiplying by the day."
He watched her, smiling when she began to calm down. Meeting her eyes once more, his lips half turned up into a smirk. "My thoughts exactly, love." He leaned forward, staring into her soft eyes. "You need a life and you've been helpful in the past. But...due to recent threats...I believe it in your better interest to stay far away from me. If you wee to be hurt because of me--" he stopped himself, tightening his jaw and looking away from her. His voice was low and almost childlike. "I would never forgive myself."
Post by Cami O'Connell on Oct 17, 2014 12:24:15 GMT -6
She dropped her head and smirked with a shake of her head. Of course he wouldn't resist the idea of her distancing herself from him and the rest of the supernatural beings in New Orleans, but it stung and the fact that it did, upset her just as much.
"Yeah, you are trying to move on. The one who is so focused on revenge and making his enemies pay. You don't move on, Klaus. You hold on to every wrong ever committed against you. You cling to it as if it were a life preserver." She studied him for some kind of reaction, some clue, some hint into the human she knew still remained behind this facade he so carefully erected to keep everyone at bay. She knew it was there. She had glimpsed it in the past. Several minute flashes behind those sad eyes. And those moments are what kept her trying, in spite of everything logical telling her he was a lost cause. She hated that she cared so much- or even worse- that he didn't care at all.
She just shook her head as she pulled a couple dollars from her bag and slapped them on the table. She couldn't even bring herself to rebuttal. The chair squeaked across the floor as she pushed it back to stand. She paused a brief moment to toss her bag over her shoulder and look down at him.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Oct 17, 2014 14:21:39 GMT -6
She was angry with him and looking for redemption just as Elijah had. In her mind, she could fix him and cure him of the disease he called evil. He could not and would not be fixed. Centuries of keeping others out ensured that he was not left being disappointed over and over. It was good enough his own family had betrayed him over and over and yet, he always forgave them. After vowing revenge on them. Yes, he held grudges and that wouldn't change.
He smirked and shook his head, looking up at her as she stood before him hoping for some kind of promise that he was a kind person beneath it all. Perhaps--he just wasn't. "Do not treat me as one of your case studies. We both know this is best. If you're angry with me then good, it will keep you away." He stood and stepped closer to her, looking down into her eyes, inches from her face. "You will not have the same fate as your uncle. Stay out of it. Please?" He softened for a moment, his eyes flicking to her lips briefly before he tightened his jaw, swallowed hard and looked away from her. Walking around her, he weaves through the patrons of the coffee shop and towards the door. He really liked her--and that's why it was best if she hated him.
Post by Cami O'Connell on Oct 17, 2014 16:28:23 GMT -6
Angry tears welled up in her moss green eyes and threatened to spill over. She clenched her teeth together and squared her shoulders. She would -not- cry. Her hands ached with the will it took to keep them at her sides. She wanted to shake him. Or slap him. Something to wake him up to realize people did care about him and not just for what he could do for them. As much as he laminated about how poorly his family treated him, he failed to realize that he also had family who had stood beside him. She felt the energy around them intensify when he stepped closer. The reference to her uncle took her breath.
She felt deflated when he so casually walked around her to leave. She stared at his back. This tug-of-war with him was exhausting and just another reason why she had to get away.
Last Edit: Oct 17, 2014 16:30:50 GMT -6 by Cami O'Connell