Camille Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

However, I am sure she is not evil, as Victor implies. "Where are you going? You look nice with a suit on. Are you going to town? Can I come with you? I am your Luna, but you do not take me anywhere with you," Camilla says. Here, I thought she was clever and would not bother me. "I am going to see Darius. I cannot take you with me to them. They like their privacy, and I am already intruding by going there myself. I do not have time for this. Camilla, I will take you to town another time. Besides, now is not a time to go to town. The vampires rule the city, and I do not want you to be in danger," I lie. Sometimes, I pretend to be worried about her to keep her happy and out of my hair.

Camille didn't hesitate to agree. Davina then pulled out a small, intricately designed knife from her cloak. She muttered something in a language we all couldn't understand, and then carefully made a small cut on Camille's palm. Camille flinched at the initial sting of the knife, but it quickly dissipated as Davina held a small container beneath Camille's hand to catch the flowing blood. Camille is a werewolf and her body would heal the cut almost instantly. Her blood held a special power, passed down through her family for generations, ancestors. It was a surprise to me but also a good thing.

"I don't have anything to say to you, Damon. Or...oh...I think I do." He raised his head, eager to listen to me now. "I, Camilla, reject you, Damon, as my mate. I hereby cut whatever ties I have with you." I said and shut my eyes as I let out a deep breath. I never accepted the rejection and that was why I'd been feeling like he was telling the truth, I'd started considering listening to him and agreeing with his new decision. "Camilla...what? You didn't just do that." He said with his mouth wide agape. And then he whispered. "Cassius is a killer. He'd kill you too. Only a matter of time. Come on, Camilla. You're not this dull."

The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

Before she could ask anything, he was gone. Violetta's hands fidgeted as she thought whether or not she should touch the part of the chest he was bitten at the risk of her getting an infection. "Oh no, what should I do? I've never seen a vampire bite before…" her hands nervously shook in mid air. Tyler then grabbed her hand and Violetta froze, "Lily, is it really you?" Tyler was hallucinating and Violetta was panicking. "General, please snap out of it. I'm trying to help you...you have to snap out of it." Her voice shook.

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

“Oh yeah,” she let out a stifled moan when his girth hit her spot and the sensation almost made her combust instantly. His hand dug into her hair as he drilled into her repeatedly, letting out muffled grunts with each thrust. As she held onto the rippled muscles on his back, drawing him close, Camille knew she shouldn’t be doing this, letting her best friend’s brother use her as his personal toy when she was right in the next room, asleep and completely unaware of everything going on.

"I won't tell you what to do, but I'll tell you this: If Savannah suffers because of you, with any kind of neglect or disrespect-" “Dad, please," Savannah interrupted him, her hand reaching for his forearm. "Stop." She wished she had the guts to tell him to suck up his pride and take her back with him. "Not to change the subject, but Camille is a year younger than I am. Are you...?" Her voice trailed off, too embarrassed to say the words as Camille stared back at her. “No," Dante told her firmly. "She won't take your mom's place. No one ever could. Not even mature, suitable she-wolves. I'd never touch this pup."

Camille had to admit that when she woke up this morning, she never imagined that she'd find herself having a sexual encounter with anyone let alone Kal. And yet she couldn't stop herself and she didn't even want to. Camille never saw herself as being someone who had the confidence to sleep with someone she barely knew but every fibre of her being was screaming to have a taste of this male.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.