#camielle

Klaus reveled in the awkwardness. ''You know there is nothing quite like a pathetic love triangle don't you think Cami? I mean, after all you are the psychologist of the our little group some part of you must find this the slightest bit entertaining?''

''If you haven't realized Klaus I hate all of this so no, I don't find it the least bit entertaining.''

''What a shame because I do.'' 

Marcel let out an annoyed growl, ''You know what Niklaus, I came here to talk but I see you still have a stick up your ass so I'll be back later.'' He glanced at Cami, ''I'm really sorry about all of this.''

''Oh don't you walk away I'm pissed at you too!'' Camille snapping taking a step towards Marcel.

''And suddenly this isn't nearly as much fun as it was moments ago. Cami, you should go home now.'' Klaus glanced at Marcel, ''You two, after all you just said you were leaving and I'd hate to get blood all over the carpet. I just finished redecorating. Your taste was atrocious.''

Marcel looked at Klaus a lot like Stefan used to in that moment, annoyed but trying not to laugh at the same time. Though that anger was probably a bitter and jaded type of laughter bubbling up inside. 

Cami had started to pack up her things leaving the manuscript of Klaus' novel out on the table and stormed out slamming the door in the process before Marcel even took another step. A few more awkward seconds went by with Marcel glaring at Klaus and Klaus smirking back at him before he left, also slamming the door in the process.

''She's certainly no Caroline, that's for sure.''  Hayley said with a chuckle.

''And I don't actually get what Rebekah sees in him. Though that could just be because he's tried to kill me and she's been keeping me alive.''

''I have been too thank you very much.'' Klaus said rolling his eyes as he walked over to the manuscript, scooping it up before Hayley could read it. ''I remembered to restock the fridge, at least I think I did. There's new food inside so maybe you bought it?''

 ''Are you asking or telling me?''

''A little bit of both.'' Klaus said walking out of the living room leaving a confused Hayley behind him. He  didn't feel angry he just didn't feel alright. Something was off in the air. Maybe it was the fact there were now dozens of wolves dead in the bayou. Maybe that was guilt he felt building up inside of him. Or maybe he just hadn't had enough blood for the day.

Shaking his head and thankfully, shaking away the weird feeling Klaus headed to his room to paint. He hadn't touched a paint brush since he arrived and until that very moment he didn't realize how much he missed it.

The End

Authors note: It's really short but I like it. I hope whoever reads this does as well! I meant to make it longer but this happened instead.