Hello! So uh... This is a fanfic based on the scene in Season 2 episode 19 where Klaus promised Camille a perfect afternoon. This is just a silly Ghanaian teenager's idea of how that afternoon should turn out. This is my first fabric, and would probably be my last.

Enjoy.

Nadine. X.

Right Where We Are.

"And here we are, Camille," Klaus said as he pulled out a chair from its place underneath the table and signalled Camille to sit. She smiled widely as she sat. "Well its 15:00, it's summer, the sun's up, flowers are blooming and I'm sitting outside a corner café off Bourbon Street with an immortal monster," she brushed her hair away from her eyes and looked at him. He had his signature smirk on. "Looks like the perfect afternoon to me" she ended with a smirk.

Klaus simply looked back at her, his smirk maintained.

"Wow, I'm surprised. I was a quip for that." Camille said as she opened the menu pamphlet.

Silence.

"No something is not right" she thought and lifted her eyes to look at him. His smirk had faded and his eyes were focused on the ground.

"Klaus," she put the menu down and stretched her hand across the table and held his. "Hey" she whispered as she brushed her thumb over his fingers.

"In my quest to get rid of Dahlia and save Hope, I did some unspeakable things. These acts were fuelled by my rage- rage caused by the betrayal of my family. Now that all has been said and done; Dahlia defeated, Hope safe with us and peace restored, I now realise the pain I inflicted on others throughout my endeavour. The pain I inflicted on those I care about" he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "As much as I would want to fix my mistakes, I'm afraid some can't be mended. I killed Gia to hurt Elijah, I denied Rebekah a chance at mortality, and... and I bit you," his gaze was intense. He took her hand into his and covered it with his other hand. "Camille, I am truly sorry." He took his time with every word so it sank in. Camille looked at their sandwiched hands and back at him. Her big green eyes expressed shock as they grew wide. They locked eyes for what seemed like forever.

"Klaus, I won't say what you did to your siblings was right, but biting me... You did what you had to do. Besides, how would you have told me Dahlia's secret if you hadn't?" She removed her hand from his.

"Camille-" Klaus started.

"Forget it. You're ruining my perfect afternoon." She picked the menu again and smiled down at it when she didn't hear Klaus retort. She knew that last bit would shut him up.

Klaus and Camille spent the rest of the afternoon chatting. About the gruesome war against Dahlia, about his siblings and about Hope.

"You'll be pleased to know that over the past week I have become quite the master in diaper changing"

Camille chuckled, "Oh really? Who taught you?"

Klaus opened his mouth and closed it again. After a second he spoke. "You see I could lie and tell you I learnt it on my own, but I know better that to lie to you." He paused. "Rebekah taught me how."

"Mmm," Camille mumbled in agreement as she sipped her coffee. "That must be hard for you, you know, considering your heightened sense of smell."

"I have been alive for a very long time and I can tell you for a fact that the odour of a full diaper is one of the worst odours my thousand year old nostrils have inhaled."

Camille burst into uncontrollable laughter. Klaus watched her and smiled. The sun perfectly complimented her blonde hair as her cheeks reddened from lack of air. Her teeth glistened and her lips were as pink as the rose nail polish on her fingernails. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she laughed. Klaus had never seen her laugh so hard and he was starting to think that he should make her laugh more often. Camille's face at that moment was one of the most breath-taking views he had encountered in a long, long time. He could watch her all day. Unfortunately it came to an end as the waiter approached with Camille's scone and Klaus' scotch.

"Oh Klaus, " she sighed and thanked the waiter.

"And Hayley?" Camille asked as she sliced her scone.

"What about her?"

Camille eyed him for a brief moment, "How is she?"

"Well she was fine the last time I saw her. She's still vexed about what happened though." Klaus said nonchalantly.

"Well of course she's pissed. What you did to her wasn't fair Klaus."

Klaus slammed his glass of scotch on the table and leaned towards her, looking straight into her eyes.

"Let me tell you what's not fair, Camille. Hayley trying to escape with my daughter while laid daggered and helpless in a coffin." Klaus said in a low but stern tone.

Camille stared at him and noticed his eyes flicker from blue to a weird shade of green then back to blue. He leaned back and took a sip of his drink. "She's fine now, that's what matters. Besides she deserved a day or two of discomfort."

Camille folded her arms across her chest and shot him a disapproving look.

"Oh come on Camille, tell me you don't think she deserved it." He looked at her with a big smirk plastered on his face.

"Okay, okay. She did. But she's alright now, and as you said, that's what matters. But, I think you have to apologize to her." "Not for all the coffee in Brazil," Klaus said nonchalantly before he emptied his glass of scotch.

Camille returned to her scone. "Yeah. Thought so."

"So," Camille said after a long period of silence. Klaus snapped out of his thoughtful trance at the sound of her voice." What kind of music do you listen to?"

"Well I'm inclined to the classics: Wolfgang, Beethoven-" he listed.

Camille giggled. "Any from this century?"

"Well I can't say I care much for the music of this generation since its evolution has rendered it less tasteful," she raised an eyebrow, "to me of course. But I find a few of them slightly tasteful. The works of Agnes Obel are quite pleasing to my ears... And that of a young British lad...oh what's his name..." He paused in his attempt to recall.

Camille chuckled, "Ed Sheeran?"

Klaus snapped his fingers "That's his name. Ed Sheeran."

"OK I understand why you like Agnes Obel. Her music fits your dark personality. But Ed Sheeran?"

"Yes. I find his lyrics quite clever." Klaus replied.

Camille nodded in agreement. "He does have his own way of playing with words."

"What about you, love?" Klaus asked minutes after, surprisingly interested.

"Me?" Camille said, failing to hide the shock in her voice. "Uhmm... I'm not exactly inclined to a particular genre. House, Indies, Bluegrass, Country. If it has good acoustics and instrumentals and a beat I can tap my feet to, I'm for it."

Klaus smiled. Camille was not the person to be inclined to a particular kind of thing.

"Come on." He stood up. "This place is beginning to bore me."

"Where are we going?" She glanced at her watch." Its evening now. Your time is up." Time had flown by really fast. It was already 5 minutes to 7:00.

"I'm aware of that love. It's my time now. I'm taking you where you can have a proper drink. A cup of decaf coffee is hardly a drink for celebration." Klaus said

"What are we celebrating?" Camille asked.

"What else, love? Dahlia's demise" he announced. "I do hope you enjoyed your afternoon," he turned briefly to look at her. She beamed and nodded.

"Good. This is my time now. Celebrating. With my loyal therapist and friend". Camille's smile widened into a grin and she looked at him. His eyes were focused straight ahead, but he could sense her eyes on him. He felt a drop of water hit his ear from above. Just when he was about to wipe it off another hit the bridge of his nose. He raised his head and saw the clouds forming.

"Camille, unless you want to be drenched in rain I suggest we double our steps." But it was too late. The downpour had started. Klaus sighed.

"Come here," he said as he grabbed her hand from beside him, twirled her till she stood in front of him and carried her. She yelped in surprise.

"Klaus what-"

"Hold on tight Camille" he said calmly

In less than 5 seconds, they were at the entrance of Rousseau's.

"You can open your eyes now, Camille." Klaus said, but he did not let her down until a minute had passed, when he was sure that the dizziness caused by the vamp-speed had cleared.