#betweenloveandevil

Camille, Klaus and Bethy.

Dehydration, red raw skin, and stab wounds all over his body was what Klaus had been left with through imprisonment in his own home.  He'd felt his humanity turn back on, though the spark was very, very deeply buried - he couldn't really remember actually turning it off but he knew that, for the first time ever, he had, and that thought alone was enough to prompt him to keep it down, to avoid any guilt he'd feel when it was back fully.

He was tired, he was exhausted, and sore, and he could still taste the metallic from the blood spilt, along with the salty tears which had fallen throughout the course of Kol's dabble with the rod and vervain.  He was glad no wolfsbane had been applied but it hurt nonetheless.  At present, as he sat in the dark, eyelids closed, head fallen and pressed into his shattered chest, little kept him hoping for a reprieve.  Nothing gave him hope until he thought about the girl he'd met in New Orleans days, weeks before.  A weak, strained smile slipped onto chapped lips.  Camille.  Beautiful, brave Camille.  That's who he wanted now.

His abilities as a vampire came in very handy at that moment in time and he murmured her name, trying to find a psychological connection.  Eventually he settled on the conversation they'd had whilst watching the street artist and, with the last little semblance of strength he had, focused on it, murmuring her name a few further times, hunger and desperation simultaneously seeping in and mixing together.

hey stranger

when may i call you my own

i know i don’t know you

dont listen to me though but while he is all bad big wolf mood he should bit her to the point of killing her and than when he realizes what he has done ding ding ding the switch is flipping it and than he saves her.

creys 5eva