curious scholar

“don’t forget me.”

Cami’s breath itches on her throat at the proximity, it had been a long time since she had been close to someone else, and she can feel the other’s breath so close to her own that her eyes flatter at the feeling. Every problem they had was slowly disappearing, the sire war, the murders. She was allowing herself to be lost in the other’s eyes, her very green ones open slightly, hoping the other would just seal the deal. “Just kiss me.” She demands in a whisper, feeling her heartbeat skip on her chest and she knows the other might notice as well.

Cami’s breath itches on her throat at the proximity, it had been a long time since she had been close to someone else, and she can feel the other’s breath so close to her own that her eyes flatter at the feeling. Every problem they had was slowly disappearing, the sire war, the murders. She was allowing herself to be lost in the other’s eyes, her very green ones open slightly, hoping the other would just seal the deal. “Just kiss me.” She demands in a whisper, feeling her heartbeat skip on her chest and she knows the other might notice as well.

“As vampires, every emotion, every trait is magnified. The good and the bad. Anger turns to rage, love to obsession. Our sires are no worse than the happy little lot Marcel has across the river, the only difference is that they’ve had a thousand years to let their feelings brew.” Even now, after centuries apart, Rebekah can’t help but defend Aurora. The need to protect her has never gone away. “Lucien is complex, and charming. But a word of advice, Cami, as much as he might remind you of Klaus, you must remember that he is not.”

            She knows such thing, she is no stranger on how a vampire works, and the question of what could happen to her if she ever gets turned in one that lingers on the back of her mind more than she wants to admit.  “I know he is not Klaus.” Yet, she finds herself wanting to dig deeper, find out more about the vampire as she did with the hybrid himself. “He is the one who wanted to talk to me. I still don’t know what to think of that.”