Camille Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Camilla POV I consider lying but decide against it. “ Yes.” Diego nods slowly, processing. Then he reaches out and takes my hands, pulling me closer. "Camilla," he says seriously, looking directly into my eyes. "I don't care if you are a werewolf. I don't care if you're a devil from hell itself. If that's where you are, then I will crawl to hell with you." The words hit me like a physical force and tears spring to my eyes.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

he says and starts spitting up blood. "Who is coming," I asked, running to him, but before he answered, Camilla shoves a sword through his throat, killing him instantly. "Why did you do that" I demanded once I reached her. "He was trying to save himself. At least now, he won't be able to cause you any harm. My job is to protect you", she says. I look down at Damon's now dead body. All of the wolves linked to the King's pack fall, dying. The vamps continue to fight. My mates ran to me, and I ran past Camilla to meet them. Just before I reach them, I feel a surge of power behind me. I pause, glancing behind me and see the giant circle of purple swirling around, almost like a portal. I turn bac

Everything about how he speaks is different- not like he was harsh before, I just think he is much more gentle. “Yes, I will.” I said simply. “But I would have to help Camille with her essay first." I added. He nodded. There was a bit of silence between us until Damon decided to speak again. “Camille never knew her mother because she was human.” He said and I was a bit shocked. “A human?” I asked subconsciously. “Yh..” He let out a gentle sigh. I didn’t push to ask any questions, but he seems to have a lot to say.

It didn’t feel right, and every instinct screamed that we were being watched. I was ready for anything, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next. Blood pooled across the cave floor, staining everything. And there, in the center, stood Camilla—weak, exhausted, her lips tinged with blue. Before her, a vampire sat, smiling, blood splattered on his face. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” he said, his voice smooth, mocking. “Took you long enough. I even left you a little gift to help you find your way.”

He was a genuinely kind man, never suspecting that his new friend 'Steven' harbored such dark intentions. Later that afternoon, Garett met his pregnant wife on the rooftop. Camilla was feeling particularly needy, her pregnancy cravings growing more eccentric by the day. "My love! I have a craving for camel blood! Will you find some for me?" the vampire woman pleaded. "Camel blood? Come now, Camilla. If you want rat or cat blood, I can manage that. But why a camel? Where would I even find such a thing?" "Please! Just find it for me!"

"He fuckin' drained Jo to the point of death, Cam. I doubt I'll be able to save her this time. She will be a vampire, and I didn't want that for her yet. Not yet." Camilla stood up, and within seconds, she'd pierced her wrist and shoved it to my mouth before I could protest. I tried to push her away, but she pinned me to the couch, forcing me to drink her blood. "Stop… you're hungry and not thinking clearly," she said. Finally, I relented and grabbed her arm, feeding on her aggressively. After I was done, I sat up and buried my face in my hands. Camilla returned to her desk and sat down. "Now tell me what happened calmly, so we can figure out what to do."

Camille who walked in at that moment happened to hear it and couldn't help taking another glance at Samuel. "What did you find?" Drexa soon turned her attention to Camille. Unfortunately, the latter shook her head. "There's no hint about where she might've gone." "So you're useless to me then?" Drexa inquired kindly. However, Camille lowered her head and said nothing. "Who are you after?" "Cassidy's daughter." "Cassidy has a daughter? Why I'm I just learning of this?" The man was surprised. "How did a vampire get to birth?"

“What are you looking for?” “I thought…I thought I saw someone…” she glanced back at me sharply. “Was there someone else down here?” “Uh, no. Just me.” I answered lightly, nudging her closer to the stairs. “Are you sure?” she asked, as we started back up. “You weren’t…you weren’t talking to anyone?” Yes. Yes I was, actually. I was talking to a vampire; a really hot vampire. I shook my head, as I followed her up the last few steps, avoiding her nervous glances at me, and plastering a smile on my face. “Nope.”