hiding from watching eyes [camilla]

[Adam T. Morrison]

The shade under the trees made it less visible. The sun was almost faded behind the tall standing trees. Soon there would be nothing, but the darkness. Adam walked, his eyes hidden under the black hood of his cloak and his dagger on his right side as he moved. He was muttering under his breath, he had no idea what he himself was saying. His stomach stung a little, he had ran from the knights early and when he glanced back to see they weren't there he crashed straight into a tree branch. There had been a stick out that had made it hurt a little. Adam soon came into a meadow, he was a little ways away from Avarea. He felt stupid and his stomach ached severely, not as bad then when the injury was first made.

Then his thoughts turn to Camilla, where had she gone off to? He was no longer sure, but she could, hopefully, take care of herself. He laid down in the grass looking up, deciding to take a break, he sighed. He was a bandit to infamous it seem, even though it was infamous, it was still terrible. It was hard to rob when you were known. Then he heard something, was it the wind? That was what he thought or another knight taking a chance. "Pathetic if a knight, how stupid that they possibly let me heat them." Adam whispered to himself.

[Camilla Pine]

"Yes, so stupid of you," Camilla said looking down at him with bright yellow cat like eyes.

Camilla had been taking her leave from Avarea since she had just finished a job there that got her a new set of throwing knives that hung around her waste. She had two sets on her body, along with a dagger on each leg. She had on black pants that hugged her legs and went down to her ankles and stopped at her bare feet that had no shoes at all. Above her waste, her stomach was not covered, but her chest was covered with similiar fabric as her pants that hugged her best and had no sleeves and reach tell her collar bone and stopped. Around her neck was a black leather cocker necklance that had a bell on it, but it made no noise. Coming from her short white uneven hair were two cat like ears that were just as white as her hair. Once blue eyes were now yellow and had cat like pupils. Her skin was still just as pale, but her nails had grown long and sharp like cat claws. She had small white fangs similiar to a cat as well. On her back were the scars of the cat beast that had attacked her and turned her into what she was now.

Bending down she looked at him with a smile on her face. Holding a bag above him she dropped it onto his belly and giggled. Coming next to him she took a seat, her tail curling to her side. She took off her black cap and folded to made a pillow that she would later rest her head on. "It's good to see you again Adam."

[Adam T. Morrison]

His eyes light changed as he looked at Camilla, or this imposter confused. I am I hallucinating? Adam thought. He didn't know what to say really, she had ears and her eyes, they were yellow. Was her eyes yellow before? Was she hiding cat ears? Had he for some reason not notice? Then bam, the bag hit his stomach, it hurt either way, he still had a bit of a gash that still had chance to heal. He hadn't had much time to think of it really. "Ow. Geez, I am still injured ya know." Adam said, pushing the bag to beside him. He was only a half blood, if he was full it would have been healed two days ago. He was now sitting up. He hadn't seen her in a long time, but she also had a tail, what the hell was going on here?

Well I am not dreaming, that hurt. So I must have eaten something bad. Adam thought. "Uhh, is it just me or do you have ears and a tail? Also last time I checked, your eyes weren't yellow and cat-like...." Adam stopped there, remembering the monstrous cat that had attack them a while ago. "Never mind, I solved the mystery." Adam said, giving a small smirk.

[Camilla Pine]

Camilla looked at him with a soft smile. He hadn't changed since she had last saw him. The night she got the long scars down her back from the cat that had attacked her. The day she meet him, the time they spent traveling together. It was very short, that was true, but it seemed meaning full. She wanted to help him and he did the same for her. She felt she could be herself around him, not be afraid of what he thought, knowing he had experienced the same as she did. Looking up at the sky she smiled and closed her eyes. Clearing her throat she turned back to him ready to tell her story.

"Ya, I have changed. I'm not that scared village girl anymore. When I was attacked and cut down my back I injected something from that cat. It began to change me. That night I rolled on the floor in pain, my body was rejecting the change. In the end, when the transformation was done, I went on mission. I felt like I was their, but my mind was a distance away and my body seemed to move on it's own. I did some dirty work for another half demon to get what I own now. Once, I stole one thing I did it again knowing I could get away with it. Beat up some knights then move on. I took what I wanted and feared no one, I felt free. Well, that was a personality change. On the outside, I have grown ears, tail, fangs, long sharp nails, my eyes changed from light blue to yellow. I have also become a great deal more flexible and must quicker. I feel my seances have increased, I feel much stronger. I also have had cravings for fish and milk."

Camilla gave a small laugh when she finished her story and then ran her fingers through her short white hair. Looking at him stomach, her gaze rose to meet his eyes. "So how have you been doing since I was gone?"

[Adam T. Morrison]

Adam smiled a toothy smile that revealed his fangs, they were thick and of course vampire like. "So can I call you pussy cat now?" Adam laughed. "Your still luckier I swear to it. As soon as most get one look at my features and they may just run down the street. Ehh, whatever, wouldn't matter anyways if I was half or not." Adam sighed. He had once always thought fangs were cool, but now they just seemed like a pest at times. He hated biting his lip, often it would bleed from the sharp end, but it was useful for eating. "So what do you think your half of? You have probably figured out I am half vamp." Adam asked. He sometimes said vamp instead of vampire, it just made it quicker.

He then noticed she was looking at the stars and adverted his eyes up to see the twinkling lights once again. She must be happy to have some of a normal life, maybe, I would have loved to have a year of a normal life with actually making friends. Adam thought to himself. Camilla was pretty cool in his eyes, she was laid back, but clearly not as gentle anymore despite she is half cat beast. "I have been fine, just still on the run. Do you know if the news has died down? I know it hasn't even been long, but yet it feels like a year. I can no longer stroll into town to get stuff. I watch and the knights have been keeping a keen eye on who is coming in and out. I didn't know I was that hated." Adam laughed a little after and smiled.

He didn't care what they thought, he had one friend, who was now a half cat pretty much, but still a friend. "I am guessing your liking your powers? Must be cooled to have advanced senses." Adam assumed.

[Camilla Pine]

Camilla looked at him smile and could not help but show her small white fanged smile. Listening to his words she could tell he was not a fan of his gift, or curse in his eyes. Camilla shook her head, "Well, I don't really let them see me. I stick to the shadows and hide myself so they don't see me. I don't walk through the front gate either, I take the roofs. Trick is to be sneaky and hey now that I'm back you can lay low, I will take care of you." Reaching her hand out and gently tracing his bottom lip with her pointer finger she smiled at him, "You know your not bad looking at all. Even as a human I didn't fear you, I loved your looks, fangs and all. Placing one hand on the side of his face she looked at his violet eyes, "What I love most about it is your eyes."

Camilla pulled away from him and took a seat once again by his side. "I figured you were half vampire when we meet, but still didn't want to say anything. As for me, I am clearly some kind of cat, to be on the dot I would need to know more about the cat that attacked me, but when I went back it was gone, not a trace of it." With a shrug of her shoulders she turned to face Adam once more, "Your not hated, only feared. Humans fear what they can't understand, what they can't control. Their heads have been filled with stores of blood and gore and the idea of a half breed is tainted. Placed as outcast, all blood thirsty and killers. Not all of the Half bloods are like that, your not Adam. I'm sure in a heart beat you would change, become a normal human and live a boring life. I hated my life as a human, it was boring and full of pain. Since, I became like this I have done nothing, but enjoy it."

[Adam T. Morrison]

When there eyes were meeting for a few seconds he focused on the beautiful yellow. There were a little dull and looked the slightest bit white like her ears and tail. He smiled brighten a little more when he was looking at her eyes, but when she pulled away he just looked at his black scuffed up shoes. They had grey marks and indents in them from how long he had wore them. Her eyes are pretty. What did I do? Something bad, maybe she just got sick of it. Adam thought. At least someone liked his eyes, however he remembered how bright his father's were. Adam missed his father and mother, he could never feel there touch, it made him frown and a small tear came from his left eye, but he looked away and curled up.

"I would never kill someone unless I had to. Killing an innocent human would be bloody murder." Adam said, trying not to let out a small whimper, but there was slight sadness in his voice. Remembering how his mother how his had died giving birth to him and seeing his father's death when he was five. He put his head into his arms that draped around his knees.

[Camilla Pine]

Camilla watched him, a clear frown upon her face. Looking away, she rested her yellow gaze upon the ground in front of her. What could be done about the past? Nothing. What happened could not be changed, this was a fact. Things that have occurred have happened because they are meant to happen. They shape you and make you what you are and what you are truly meant to be. Camilla felt sick of being a weak human and accepted this new life with open arms, to not be afraid and to not fear. Still, it hurt to lose those she loved and to know that they would never come back. She knew this well, it seemed Adam did as well. Camilla shifted her gaze back to him. Crawling behind him she wrapped her arms around his belly and rested her head on his back, "It's okay Adam, it's normal to feel pain and to morn for those who we have lost along the way. Your not the only one."

[Adam T. Morrison]

Adam knew he wasn't the only one, but the thing was, that he couldn't do anything to save his father. before his father was beheaded, there eyes met through the dirty window. He say the tears and he mouthed 'run'. Adam screamed when the sword had beheaded his father, but knew what he has to do, run. He went out the back door and he had ran, ran as fast as he could, until he was covered by forest, when he looked back, the house was on fire. This was what he had seen and the memory was so vivid, so scary. When he remembered it always made him frown, cry and sometimes get him mad at himself. He hadn't gone out there and begged them to stop, he just watched, he hadn't done a thing, had been stunned.

When he felt Camilla's touch it awakened him from the haunting memories. His head lifted and his chin touched his arms as his eyes glared out and he listened to the words. "I know, but it is one of those times that can never be erased, it haunts me and I swear I see it every day. I had watched my father die, the nights killed him. I watched and I could have done something, but I was too scared, stunned. Before they killed him, our eyes met and he mouthed run. I-I...." Adam stopped, his stomach felt like an empty pit. The rest got stuck in his throat, he couldn't continue, it was just too painful, when he remember he almost felt like the powerless five-year-old that had watched it, the beheading and the flames.

His heart rate had gone up slightly, scared that this was going to be his future death. He hoped not, he didn't want to have the fate, he wanted to be what his father wanted. Not a criminal, but that couldn't be avoidable. He needed money, but he somehow he just knew that his father was watching him and that he understood why he had to steal.

[Camilla Pine]

Camilla closed her eyes and listened to his words. So this was how his father came to his end. Having the knights chop away at his head all because he was different. A potential threat that had to be taken away before it could ever do any harm, if it ever would do any harm. Camilla too had her dark past, one with death and flames. "My father was a knight. A strong and brave knight who worked for the good of others. He even married my mother, a woman who was looked down upon by all. She became his wife and people changed their view upon her. She gave birth to me and my four sisters, but she was not as kind to me or my other siblings as she was to my father. She played him as a weak woman who want peace. She was greed and cruel she abused all my sisters, but one who had the looks of a goddess. Ever night and day I would feel the rage she held inside, yet I still had my father to lift my spirits. Then, he was killed. The night we found out, the house went up in flame and I was forced to sleep outside that night, so all I did was watch and listen as bodies fell from the house. Bones cracking as they hit the ground. Taken in by the Shaman in the temple, I was raised there for eight years, fight madness."

Camilla placed her chin on Adam and looked at him, her arms still around him. She knew he was scared, but the reason was unknown to her. She could guess why, many ideas to, but the true one she didn't know.

[Adam T. Morrison]

He remembered what his father told him about the knights and how they were to protect people. Even though a full-blood, his father was kind and never hurt the people. The stories of his mother, his father told him she was a kind, sweet and gentle women, that wouldn't hurt someone unless she had to. "I never got to know my mother. She died giving birth to me. My father told me she was kind and sweet. I wish I could have met her. I have been a criminal for a long time. Thirteen years, I was only five..." Adam whispered. He could imagine her from what his father had told him, even though his mother was human, she loved his father, even when he told him. He was told that his father had almost left, when his mother grabbed his hand, smiling.

"What was he like? My father was nice, he didn't allow human blood to touch his lips. Only once, when someone had gotten bitten by a snake, he sucked out the poison, he was spitting out like crazy. He hated human blood, he always drank animal blood, the knights were supposed to protect us, but that didn't happen clearly. The people who was supposed to protect us, killed him." Adam said. His head looked up, he knew, just seemed to know his father was up there, watching him.

[Camilla Pine]

Camilla listened to the story of his mother. Woman were strong, but to give birth to a child who had more power then she, had to be lots of stress on the body, so much that it would lead to her death, but yet it happens. Many women fall in love with full-bloods and together they create half-bloods. Adam was such an example. Not having expressed this, Camilla didn't know how it was like to live without a mother. "Even thought my mother was cruel and mean I could never wish for her death, she was just misguided and had seen the bitter side of the world before the sweet side. I don't blame her for anything that she did to me, I just wished I had done something to try and save her when she was alive."

"My father?" Camilla rested her yellow eyes upon Adam's face as he asked the question. Then, he began to tell his story of his father. Listening to it she got the image of a brave and noble knight, not a feared monster. Camilla would have wished to see Adam's father, to see how alike they were and maybe to see how alike they would have been. "You know, I think you are a lot like your father. Your kind and caring also very sweet. The things you have done tell know were only to survive, no one can blame you for that." Camilla's grip around Adam tightened as she feared he was growing more and more sad as the topic grew. "My father was a noble knight who worked hard to make everyone happy and for them to be granted with a peaceful life. I'm sure he would have stepped in for your father and tried to help you if he was not already dead or if he had known. He cared greatly for his family, loving all his children and even his wife, who he married out of pity. Still, he showered me with love and affection, like no other. I felt so special and wonderful knowing that one person cared for me with true love, but he died. They brought his body back in a coffin and I felt like my world had shattered. My best friend, my father had been taken from me."

[Adam T. Morrison]

Adam smiled, they had more in common then he had thought. His black hair covered his eyes. It was what she had said that made him the smile, how she had told him that he was like his father. "Thank you." Adam whispered still smiling. Her father sounded like a great man who cared for his family and fought for protection. A noble man who stood for good. His head lifted and he looked at her. "He sounded awesome. Clearly brave and I believe he would be a symbol of good. Your certainly brave like him, you did stab a cat beast in the head and it was clearly pure instincts." Adam said. This was what he thought. He knew that soon he would have to get his mother's necklace, reason was that he had a feeling he couldn't return home anytime soon. Also after talking about her, he knew that this was one of the ways he could receive comfort. He sighed, knowing he may have to sneak by many patrols of knights and he might just get caught in the process.

Adam also knew he had to wait until his wound healed further until he could get it. His father told him to keep the necklace so it would be like his mother was always with him, but now he felt as though he had partly failed, but he would go back for it, it was safe with the gold he had stolen.