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[camille]

Camille just stepped up to Leon’s door, her lengthy black hair falling gracefully past her shoulders. She was dressed in some jeans, a white button up shirt, and some black flats. She stared at the door endlessly, just knowing that this was going to be rough. She had fully recuperated from her innuendo with William, completely healthy, no bruises or scars. There was a pain inside of her knowing that she had left Leon with nothing but a message, but she had needed the time to pick herself up. There was a need for an apology and she knew that this probably would have hurt him. It had been about a month since she had last seen him, but she felt like she could have never seen him again in the state she was. She was emotionally and physically unstable, leading her to act horribly in some situations. If it was not for having a friend who basically disciplined her into recovering, she would not be like she was.

She forced herself to unlock his door, having been given a spare key as she just opened the door, silence setting in around her. Everything was simply as she remembered it, but no Leon, not the sight of him yet anyways. She just walked forward slowly into the kitchen and set her keys down. “Leon,” she shouted softly out into the house, waiting for a response as she walked into the living room, just looking around. There was no response and she figured no one was home, so she continued to stand there. Her eyes fell upon a picture near the light stand, a picture of her and Leon together, just hugging each other. She walked over, just grabbing the picture frame slowly and staring at the picture, realizing even more so how much she had missed him. She walked down the hallway towards the bedroom, the door wide open and it completely empty as she just walked forward to lay down, smelling him all over. She just set the picture next down to the night lamp next to the bed. With shoes and everything she laid there waiting for about an hour before she fell asleep.

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[leon]

23rd of July, 2011

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Things were slowly getting back to normal. Well no not really, Leon was just kidding himself. Things between Camille and himself were getting worse. He had rescued Camille from the clutches of the psychopath vampire William and even though Salene had helped him gain access to the mansion and had caused a distraction so that he and Camille could escape, she to was just as bad as William. He would forever be grateful to her though. She had healed and everything was physically was back to normal but he didn't think she was healed emotionally. She seemed distant and maybe even a little scared. She was always looking over her shoulder and jumping at his touch. He knew why she would be like that but it still broke his heart that she held fear for him. He would never hurt her never ever. Leon walked through the front door it was dark out but he had no idea what time it was. He could still smell the warmth of the sun so it must have just set. His house was empty, no Camille again. He sighed and pulled of his coat and draped it over the back of the couch and he kicked his shoes off and head up stairs. He entered the bathroom and stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, and let the hot water wash over his body.

On the floor in the bathroom was his jeans and in his jeans pocket was his cell phone. Buzz Buzz, it was on silent and it vibrated in his pocket. His K9 hearing picked up the vibrations but he didn't rush out of the shower to answer it, it was probably just one of the skanky girls that he had hooked up with before he met Camille. He never answered their calls anymore, he had no need for them anymore. Finally after half an hour and because the hot water had now gone cold he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and rapped himself in a large king size towel, which mind you wrapped around his body three times, he really was tiny. He left the bathroom and walked down the hallway and entered his room and pulled out his favorite pajama pants and a plain black shirt. He dried himself and slipped into his clothes. He sat down on the bed and looked at the floor. A million thoughts of Camille ran through his head and he frowned as the more he thought about her the more he became confused about what was going on with her. He then got to his feet and headed back down to the bathroom and retrieved his cell from the floor and headed back downstairs. He looked at the screen and saw that the missed call was from Cam and she left a voice mail message.

He quickly dialed into his voice mail and waited for it to play. Finally he heard her beautiful voice in his ear and he smiled. But his smile didn't last long as he continued to listen. She told him that she was leaving and that she wasn't going to be gone long and that she just needed time to herself to think and get over things on her own. She told him that she loved him and the call ended. Leon pulled the phone away from his ear and all he could do was stare at the white tiled floor of the kitchen. She was leaving and she was leaving him behind, she didn't need him anymore, she thought she couldn't relied on him anymore. Sadness washed over him and then it was replaced with anger. Everything he had done for her, he never gave up hope when she was taken, he rescued her from the devil and she was leaving him behind. Letting out and angered yell which slipped into a growl he tossed his phone at the wall and it shattered into a million pieces. He was extremely hurt, he was pissed off and he needed a drink. He stalked over to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of vodka and popped the lid and gulped down the freezing liquid. It burned his throat but it was good. He was going to regret drinking it in the morning and he was going to be pissed about his phone.


23rd August, 2011.

Leon was in bad shape, he had dark circles under his eyes, his insomnia had come back and he has been smoking and drinking heavily, he had even started smoking a bit of pot. It had been a month since Camille had left and he hadn't heard a word from her since listening to that message on his cell. He had replaced his cell phone but he left it on his night stand on charge, he didn't answer it when it rang thought he checked it just to make sure it wasn't Cam's number. He didn't reply to any ones texts. He was sitting on his bed crossed legged staring at the television he wasn't paying any attention to what was on. He had a smoke between his fingers and a bottle of Jack in the other hand. He lifted the bottle to his lips and drained the rest of the liquid into his mouth and the bottle found its way to the floor, making its place among the rest of the empty bottles. He finished his smoke and put it out in the ash tray on the bed in front of him. He picked the his packet up and pulled out the last one and put it to his lips and sparked it up. He crunched the packet up in his hand and it found itself on the floor along side the empty Jack bottle. He sighed and stepped off the bed, putting the ash tray on the night stand next to his cell. He pulled out his wallet.

He had just enough money in his wallet for another bottle of Jack and pack of ciggies. He slipped his shoes on and left the room. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses as he didn't venture outside much anymore and the sun was painful to his eyes. Even though it was slowly setting it still made them water. He walked down the road towards the convenience store. It was only a couple of blocks away from his house. It was something he did on purpose, moved into a house that was right around the corner from the store, easy access to his booze and cigarettes. He tried to walk as straight as possible but he had consumed a lot of alcohol. He made it to the store in one piece and he managed to get to the counter with his booze and ask for a pack of cigarettes without stammering his words or vomiting on the cashier. Leon must have look like the walking dead as even the gay cashier, that had a massive crush on him didn't even look at him anymore. It took him quite a while to get back home. He kept stopping to light a smoke he had already smoked five. He walked up his driveway and entered his home and walked into the kitchen and placed his bottle on the counter, next to a set of keys that weren't his. He stopped to look at them for a moment.

He had no idea who they belonged to at first, he just stared at them and then it hit him like a tone of bricks. They were Camille's, and he took a deep breath and his K9 sense of smell picked up her fresh scent she was here somewhere in the house. He dashed out into the lounge room, she wasn't there. He dashed up the stairs, swaying as he went he even stumbled on the last one, stupid alcohol. He raced up the hall and skidded to a stop outside his bedroom. He told hold of the door hand and slowly turned it and pushed open the door. He looked to his bed and saw her asleep on his bed. He stood stunned in the doorway just staring at her, she was just how he remember her. This wasn't real, he had drank himself into a alcohol induced coma and he was dreaming of her. He stepped into the room and slowly walked over to the bed and sat down slowly next to her. He stared down at her and a smile dashed across his face. He then reached out and brushed a few strands of hair off her face. She was real, she was really there lying on his bed. "Camille" he whispered the word barely escaping his lips. She was vampire he knew she would hear him speaking her name.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[camille]

When Leon had walked into the house, she had smelled him even more so, but at this point she was resting as she just moaned softly into his pillow. Then when he brushed a few strands out of her hair and whispered her name, she opened her eyes. They fluttered for just a moment before fully looking at him and she just laid there. He was smiling at her, something that she never imagined if she had returned. Part of her had thought that he would hate her or have forgotten about her and moved onto someone else. Obviously that was not true considering his kindness to her right now and even the picture frame that now rested beside them both. He was not even yelling at her for being gone for so long, which she had suspected would have happened more than anything else. For the entire time that she had been gone, she had been wondering whether he would have taken her back. She could see it in the way he was so gentle with her right now, so relieved to see her back that he would most definitely have her. Her fingers slid up to find his hand, slipping her hand tightly around his fingers, just holding them as she finally came to sit up next to him with a weak smile on her lips.

Her lower lip dropped to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth as she just stared at him, red liquid forming in her eyes. There was so much she wanted to say, some of them apologies, some of them just words of how much she was glad he was here, but none of them mattered for some reason. At that moment, she realized the growing black rings under his eyes, and she could smell alcohol. If she was awake she probably would have smelled it a mile away. She just brought her fingers up slowly to brush over his cheeks gently, letting his other hand go and bringing her other hand up. Camille just brushed his slightly messy hair from his eyes to see them both clearly. No amount of an apology could own up to the damage that was done, the damage that had worn on him. That was the moment that she just slipped her arms around his neck and just brought him into a kiss. A month and she had not seen him and this is what she wanted to do. There were no amount of words that she could ever say to make this situation better. She did not stop, not now, and she just wanted to be close with him. She could taste the alcohol on his lips, but she honestly did not care as she pulled him more so onto the bed.

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