Hello ,Darling .

Lets have a drink, shall we ?

By the time I got there it was dark and the air was cold.

I slide into the bar and see a little note behind on a glass.
- I owe you one- Camille.

The next few hours were slow and easy . Lonely men, people who just reached 21 , and women getting over a break up.

The little bell on the door rang as a tall women, dressed like a regular, took a seat at the bar.

"What can I get you?" I ask and she immediately answers .
"Bourbon." she says with no enthusiasm
"You come her often? You answered that pretty fast" I say trying to break the awardness.

"Enough. enough to know you don't come here often. your new." her words slid off her tongue, yet holding back.

"You have to be new to become old" I say agreeing with her.

Her eyes held my gaze. searching .
For what? I didn't know .
What I did know was this wasn't going to end with a nice tip.

"What is your relation to the Mikealsons?" She asks as I slide her the glass.

"That's none of your business." I blurt out rudely.
As she held her poker face , I didn't know whether to draw and call Kol, or stay in the game.
"I'm afraid it is. word gets around and you, Cameron appear to be against the New Orleans witches. the coven doesn't do well with outsiders and we certainly don't do well with the enemy."

"The enemy? I am no harm to you." I say trying to figure out what she meant.

"With the mikealsons, your all the harm in the world. and when there is a threat. we get rid of it." she spits out the last few words and a jagged knife with symbols all over it drops from her sleeve.

Shit.
I run towards the door but she beat me to it.
She pushes me against the side of a table, making me hit the ground.
Pining me down, I look over and see a beer bottle someone must have dropped, but didn't break.

Really? They couldn't pick it up?
I reach and can feel the glass against my finger tips. she starts chanting and lifts the knife In the air. I move a little more and wrap my fingers around the bottle and smash it against the table .
I shove the broken bottle into her leg causing her to drop the knife and go to her leg.

Suddenly the doors fly open and I see the witches head snap and fall beside me.
Kol.
He lifts me up and looks down at her then back to me.
"Where you just in the neighbor hood and decided to stop by? " I mutter dusting myself off.

"You really think id leave you alone? All of New Orleans has heard about you, and you love, being alone, makes you vulnerable." he says

"You where here the whole time? " I ask astonished he would have let it go that far.

"Ahh yes. I needed to see what she would say, something useful possibly. and I wanted to see how well you did on your own" he replies as if it were normal and not totally crazy.

"Yeah thanks for that." I mutter pushing him aside, to leave.
Camie would be here to lock up, at least it was what she told me.
At this point I didn't care. let this place get robbed.

Walking down the quarter, kol speeds up to me.

"Cameron. I wouldn't have let her hurt you." he says sympathetically.
Caring almost.

"Yeah. I know. because you need me to help you with that stupid spell. but after that it won't matter. I know all about you kol. You woo girls and make them have feelings for you. you manipulate them to do what you want but after that, they mean nothing. " I yell but we were on Ursuline street. no one was on it. Empty.

"Cameron.."

"I'll do your dam spell alright? Just don't act like you care about me."

"I do care " he says taking a step forward.

"Prove it " I say and grabs my face gently and kisses my lips softly.

What I felt that day could never be explained.

Two or three tears slide down my face as he looks at me.

"Step one. make her believe she matters.." I say quietly before turning To go.