Camille's POV:

I remember the day that Damon and Klaus saved me.

I was just a bartender, still am. They didn't have to do anything, but they did. It was the very first time I have felt something to know that I just might belong here, in New Orleans.

I know, just because I just may have a place here, a reason, doesn't mean I'll survive today. Because there's still a possibility I could die today, there always will be. And with the protection of Rebekah and Elijah, I feel capable of surviving anything in this matter.

But then again, there's always that possibility...

The possibility of taking my last breath, the possibility of gaining unconsciousness, the possibility of having my last ounce of blood drained from my neck... Only because I know now what I've got myself drenched in: vampires, witches, hybrids.

All lurking in the cage of danger, but that's just it, they can't help it. They may be supernatural, or in the insight of putting others in danger, or maybe even defeating the urge to lose self control. But I trust them. My life, tonight, just might be in their hands, and never have I experienced this plank of danger.

"Tonight, we head home. Get some rest," The blonde Mikaelson's piercing blue eyes trail onto my own, "Camille needs it."

We're seated in a small diner, welcoming ourselves with the aroma of pancakes and the empowered scent of morning coffee. After traveling for miles, on foot, we stopped at Wilson's Diner - 'home of the pancakes and buttered waffles' - or at least the sign labeled so.

Focusing on the breakfast menu in my hands, my eyes flicker up to meet with Rebekah's, I sigh. "You just won't give up,"

I rest the plastic enfolded paper on the sleek wooden table, "Look, I don't want to be the one to stop you guys from the search of your brother. So in that case, after we place our orders and dig in, we'll continue our search- without rest any rest for me."

Rebekah glances at her brother seated next to her, Elijah's brown eyes widen in amusement. "Do not look at me for convincing. Camille simply refuses to rest in the means of hunting down Kol and Davina, and for it I understand," His eyes linger unto my own pair.

"But Camille," he begins and I suddenly exhale heavily, only wanting acceptance.

"No," I interlude, "Elijah, we've been over this for the past three hours. You two want me to rest and return home for this trip and I still refuse. Only because," I pause to process it, for the next words to flow smoothly.

"I don't want to waste any time, let alone take away any time, in looking for him. Yes, I am human and at points fragile but my personal energy can't get in the way of any moment that, not to mention, just might be the moment we find him.

Now, it's either you're with me or you're not, but there's no need for pressure let alone convincing because for you two and Klaus, I'll keep going. And I'm not gonna stop."

Everything spills out quickly and with it I meant every word.

In result, the two Mikaelson's stare at me, an expression revealing shock and impressed paints across both faces as they blink. I swallow and gain my breath that was once hitched in my throat.

Watching the two without spoken words, I bite the inside of my cheek and begin gathering my jacket I sat aside, noting the assumption of them not accepting my explanation.

A firm yet gentle grip grasps onto my forearm just as I begin to stand, causing my head to jerk back to spot the firm hold, only to realize it's Elijah's hand, I suck in a breath of surprise.

My brows raise as I lock onto his eyes, "What? Are you going to stop me? Or please, enlighten me with another lecture,"

"Stay, Camille." He interrupts, earning an exhalation of disbelief from me. His hand smoothly glides from my forearm, giving me the opportunity to cross my arms across my chest. I watch his unaware expression as he's still seated next to Rebekah. I, remain standing.

"Is this the both of you showing that you understand?" I ask.

"Cammie, we know what you meant when you said it. You clearly would stick with us no matter the situation, we just have never met anyone like this, so giving and considerate. Not to include a..."

"Human? Well I guess I'm just not like any other human, Rebekah. But yes, I will help with whatever I can." I sigh before proceeding, "All I'm asking for is for you to understand, the both of you, Klaus saved my life- the least I can do is try and help save his."

The corners of Rebekah's mouth curve into an appreciated smile.

"You're right. You certainly aren't as any other human would be," her hand gestures toward the empty chair I once sat on. "Come on, sit. We need to order and dig in, remember? We have a long trip ahead of us." She and Elijah send a toothy smile and I grin, returning to my seat across from them.

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"The plan is to approach Marcellus, get him to talk. Do you think he will know anything?" Elijah questions Rebekah as I follow into step with the both of them.

It's been an hour since we dined in, now on our way to the Fourth Quarter for whoever this 'Marcellus' is to speak up if he has information.

"Don't know, love. Perhaps he will gather something eventually if he doesn't have anything for us tonight." Rebekah shrugs beside me.

My brows furrow, "And why is it that you think this Marcellus would have information on Kol and Davina anyway?"

"Marcellus is the one to approach when you are looking for any form of answers, he nearly governs all of Fourth Quarter. He and Davina have a history,"

I cock my brow and Elijah glances at me. He rolls his eyes,

"Not like that, Camille. Marcellus and Davina Claire have always known each other. Practically family. He kept her when she needed him, he technically raised her. Taught her everything she knows."

"And how does that work? A vampire raising a witch? I don't understand."

"There is such as spell books, you know. Perhaps you have heard of them." He responds while his body tenses.

I follow his gaze. In front of the three of us stands the main entrance to the Fourth Quarter. It's vass and grand archway revealing the brilliant foyer on the other side.

"Wow... haven't seen this place in so long," I say under my breath.

"Same here, love." Rebekah startles me and I remember, of course she'd hear me: they're vampires.

And then it hits me, "Is this Marcellus a vampire too?"

"Please, love, say Marcel. No one besides my brother here calls him by his whole name, which is rather odd in my," the blonde Mikaelson seals her lips, side glancing at Elijah as his eyes narrow at her.

"Yes, Camille. Marcellus has been immortal for the past two centuries, almost. Trust me, now that you know everything there is to, you will not find much people like you."

"You mean like humans?" I ask.

"That too." His lips curve into a small grin and I nod between them. I take the first step toward the entrance, the two Mikaelson's on either side of me following into step next to me.

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After asking several people, seemingly immortal or not, we finally found Marcel camped in his room. Which confuses me on so many levels: the man has two places he stays in, an apartment just blocks from here, and then there's this great, grand palace. And I remind myself that this guy takes control of all if it almost.

I can't see past Marcel's tall frame, but I know he guides us into the spacious room he, in most cases, lives in.

Leading the three of us into the large area, he gestures for us to take a seat as he gets comfortable on the sofa across from us.

He smiles a welcoming smile, and I watch him with careful eyes. I don't know this Marcellus, and for that I know I can't trust him as the Mikaelson's do, on the other hand.

"So tell us, Marcel, do you have anything on their whereabouts?" Rebekah starts, earning a disappointed glare from Marcel.

"I'm doing fine, thank you." He lightly chuckles, taking the half filled glass on the table next to him to take a sip.

He reaches out, gesturing the glass before the three of us,

"Bourbon?" He sends a kind smile, in return, the blue eyed Mikaelson rolls her eyes in annoyance.

In a simple blink, I get the odd and sudden urge to pee. My eyebrows furrow and I push myself off of the couch to stand, letting out a heavy sigh once on my feet.

"Well, while you guys are discussing the two malevolent witches' whereabouts, I'll be in the restroom," I say, making circular motions with my pointer finger until Marcel gets the hint to give me directions on the place. Once he finally gathers just what I'm waiting on, he informs me the direction and my feet kick ahead of me.

Entering into the brightly lit wash room, I observe the surroundings and admire the -might I add- brilliantly -embellished furnishings.

After the brief moment of admiring the humongous bathroom, I finish doing what I had to do and freshen up.

Exiting the bathroom, I go to step out from the door before I hear another door sounding shut from the other side of the corridor.

I try and guide my mind elsewhere, anything opposite of the absurd thought that has crossed my mind just seconds ago as I excused myself...

Because it can't be true. It wouldn't happen.

They wouldn't...

And just as I spun around the corner, I spot Marcel watching me with daring eyes. A smug grin plasters across his face and I gulp, aware of what's happened,

"Now before you kill me, it wasn't my fault," he shrugs and I hear a swallow coming from him.

"Camille, is it?" He adds, taking a sip once more of his glass of Bourbon before finishing. The exact line I was afraid to hear.

"They left you, sweetheart."

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