ᵇᵃʳᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ / ᵇʳᵃᵛᵉ .

no(t unless you post one).

“no.” because death attracts attention, and as ghastly as the city already was— filled with vampires, witches, warlocks, ghouls and ghosts— cami knew better. though she is curious on what exactly it was that prompted the attack, and why there’s now charred remains of what she can only assume as former vampires. (and she had thought that lifestyle horrific enough; she’s glad she didn’t witness them meet their end). she spins on her heels, faces him instead. perhaps she should know by now, give up on her eventual ultimate fail of a mission that it will have been to make klaus see the error of his ways. yet she doesn’t, shoots him a disapproving look instead, and then rubs her temples. “clean this up, and then i think you need to schedule one of our little chats.” she mocks him slightly, throws his own words back at him, because he’s definitely in need of one of those. a long one too. her distaste for it all is evident, with crossed arms and an unpleasant scowl. all being in reference to the fact she now has to give up her afternoon because her patient cannot keep his temper in control.but she manages to finish with: “immediately.” despite her urges to explode in fury.